Chapter 1282: Heading to the Garden

After the story was finished.

Yingxin nestled in Guilliman's arms, her eyes half-open and half-closed, a satisfied smile on her small face.

"Brother Guilliman, please don't go away for so long in the future, okay?"

She said in a daze.

"I will miss you."

Guilliman's heart was gently touched.

"Alright. I will try my best not to be gone for so long."

Yingxin smiled contentedly, closed her eyes, and fell asleep quickly.

Fulgrim walked over and gently took her from Guilliman's arms.

"I will take her to sleep."

Guilliman nodded.

Carrying Yingxin, Fulgrim walked toward her room with light steps.

Passing the dining table, Leman Russ had already finished his seventh plate of food and was leaning back in his chair, feeling satisfied.

"Full?"

Fulgrim asked.

Leman Russ patted his stomach.

"Almost, half-full."

Fulgrim glanced at the empty plates on the table.

"You ate the portion of eight people by yourself."

Leman Russ let out a burp.

"I am still growing."

Fulgrim shook his head and walked into the hallway while holding Yingxin.

The living room quieted down.

Guilliman stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the night on the Xiuluo Holy Star was as gentle as water.

In the distance, at the construction site of the new buildings in the East District, a few lights were still on; the workers were working overtime.

Perturabo had said that in two months, the work in the East District would be finished.

Then, he would go to inspect those new planets to help them build infrastructure.

Guilliman believed that Perturabo could do it.

It was not because of how strong Perturabo was, but because he cared. He cared about every building, every road, every water pump, and every person living inside.

He just refused to say it.

Angron's voice came from the side.

"What are you thinking about?"

Guilliman turned his head and saw Angron standing beside him.

"Thinking about Perturabo."

Guilliman said.

Angron smiled.

"What about him?"

Guilliman recounted what happened this afternoon. The fountain, the blueprints, the Dawn Building, and those "by the way" and "passing by" remarks.

Angron finished listening.

"He has always been like this. He says he doesn't want to, but actually, he cares more than anyone. When he was little, he secretly made a wooden horse for Yingxin; he spent seven days on it, reworked it three times, and still called it 'practicing.' Now, he builds roads and lays pipes for the whole city, and still calls it 'by the way'."

Guilliman nodded.

"He is just that kind of person."

Angron looked at the night outside the window.

"But this is also quite good. At least we know he cares."

Guilliman also looked out the window.

"Yes. At least we know."

The two fell into Silence for a few seconds.

Then Angron said.

"Guilliman, thank you for what you said to Curze today."

Guilliman looked at him.

"No need to thank me. We are brothers."

Angron nodded.

"I know. But he is a bit different from others. He always thinks too much, thinks too far, and thinks too deeply. Sometimes, he needs someone to tell him that those worst-case scenarios might not necessarily come true."

Guilliman said.

"Then you should spend more time with him. You are better at this than I am."

Angron smiled.

"I will."

Guilliman walked over to Magnus.

Magnus was still playing chess, against himself.

"Is this how you are every day?"

Magnus thought for a moment.

"More or less. Occasionally, I help Father handle some matters regarding psychic powers."

Guilliman asked.

"Isn't it boring?"

Magnus shook his head.

"It is not boring. Knowledge is infinite. In the face of the infinite, one is never bored."

Guilliman smiled.

"You certainly have an open mind."

Magnus also smiled.

"It is not about having an open mind, but about seeing things clearly. The world is vast, time is long, and there are too many things worth studying. Rather than dwelling on trivialities, it is better to read another book."

He paused.

"Perturabo builds houses, and I study knowledge; it is the same principle. Both are about doing infinite things within a limited amount of time."

Guilliman looked at this red-haired brother, a surge of respect rising in his heart.

Magnus did not usually speak much, but every time he opened his mouth, he hit the nail on the head.

"You are right."

Guilliman said.

"Both are about doing infinite things within a limited amount of time."

Angron walked back from the other end of the corridor.

"Did Curze go back to his room?"

Guilliman turned around and asked.

Angron shook his head and walked to the window.

"No. He went to Grandmother's."

Guilliman's eyebrows raised slightly.

"Grandmother? He went this late?"

A gentle smile appeared at the corners of Angron's mouth.

"He said he couldn't sleep and wanted to go talk to Grandmother. You know, Grandmother never refuses any child."

Guilliman fell into Silence for a second, then he also smiled.

"Yes. She never refuses."

He remembered when he was still a child, he also often went to find Grandmother when he could not sleep.

Back then, he was not very good at expressing himself; he would just sit beside her, watching her do trivial things—mending clothes, tidying flowers and plants, or just sitting quietly drinking tea.

Grandmother never asked him why he could not sleep, nor did she ever urge him to go back to bed. She just let him stay, occasionally saying a few inconsequential words, or patting his head.

That feeling was more effective than any consolation.

"I'll go take a look," Guilliman said.

Angron looked at him.

"Go ahead. She should be in the garden. The weather has been good lately, and she likes to spend some time in the garden at night."

Guilliman nodded, turned, and walked toward the door.

"Guilliman."

Angron called out to him.

Guilliman turned back.

"Hm?"

Angron hesitated for a moment, then said.

"Curze, he will be more relaxed by Grandmother's side. You don't need to worry too much."

Guilliman smiled.

"I know."

He pushed open the door and walked into the night.