The air was thick with a pungent, fishy smell. After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of even footsteps broke the silence, rousing Gu Nuannuan from her thoughts. She stared blankly at the soldiers in armor before her, and leading them was none other than the third uncle of the Prime Minister's mansion, now the Generalissimo, Gu Wu.,The sound of his voice sent a chill down Gu Nuan Nuan's spine. She grabbed her mother's already frigid hand.,"Father, I am your son…" A sigh escaped his lips, softly echoing in the air. It was unclear whether it was a reminder of the bond between him and Gu Wu, or if it was a lament for himself.。