Standing before Gu Jiuxiao was a man in his prime. He wore a blue robe, and his face bore a cold and stern expression.,That year, at his mother's memorial hall, Gu Yun swore publicly that he would never marry again in this life and would only have one son.,He raised his eyes, a crimson glint in them. Suddenly, he moved, a dagger appearing in his hand at some point. In Gu Qing's sharp cry, he plunged it towards Gu Yun.。