When she was still in Zhan Country’s underground Martial Arts Arena, Gu Jiao wanted to use the name Long Aotian.
However, Zhan Country strictly regulated the use of the word "dragon" by common folk, and she reluctantly chose the name Xiong Bazhutian instead.
Yan Country seemed to have no such restriction, so Gu Jiao generously bestowed the name Long Aotian upon Gu Changqing.
Because it was a name given by his sister, Gu Changqing was very satisfied.
Because of this absurdly flamboyant name, the Crown Prince was speechless.
Nevertheless, now that Prince Han had been injured, the Crown Prince was in need of a powerful expert by his side.
Long Aotian arrived just in time.
Pang Hai quietly asked Gu Changqing, "Why did you change your name?"
Gu Changqing said without changing his expression, "Oh, I grew tired of the old one."
The underground Martial Arts Arena used pseudonyms, so he directly used Gu Changqing, leading Pang Hai to assume it was a pseudonym.
Pang Hai couldn’t be bothered to care about the change.
Whether or not one was an expert wasn’t for Pang Hai to say, and it wasn’t something the Crown Prince would believe just because he said so. The Crown Prince called the brocade-clad guards to have a few exchanges with Gu Changqing.
Gu Changqing knocked down ten of the brocade-clad guards in just a few moments.
A touch of admiration flashed in the depths of the Crown Prince’s eyes, and he asked the trusted guard beside him, "How does his skill compare to Han Ye’s?"
The trusted guard looked at Gu Changqing, who had sheathed his sword, with complicated eyes and whispered, "Subordinate thinks his martial arts might surpass Prince Han’s."
The Crown Prince smiled, "Is that so? In that case, it seems I’ve stumbled upon a treasure."
The trusted guard hesitated for a moment and then said, "It’s just uncertain whether this person is reliable or if he sincerely wishes to serve your Highness."
The Crown Prince said confidently, "I am the Crown Prince, the future monarch of Dayan. A good bird chooses a tree to nest in; as long as he’s not stupid, he will follow me with absolute loyalty. However, you are right not to trust anyone from the underground arena easily. Go and fetch it."
"Yes."
The trusted guard left.
The Crown Prince walked over and stopped them, "That’s enough, the match is over."
The brocade-clad guards exhaled in relief.
The trusted guard brought over a small porcelain bottle.
The Crown Prince smiled at Gu Changqing, "Drink this down, and from now on, you will be my confidant."
Pang Hai glanced at the porcelain bottle and touched his nose guiltily.
He hadn’t mentioned this to Gu Changqing before coming.
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