Shen Yi lifted his chin towards the heart-wrenching wine cart: "Our old man brought you a bribe, as thanks to you for bringing me a promotion."

Gu Yun stepped forward to pick up one jug, breaking the mud seal directly, sniffing it, then taking a sip on the spot.

"What you're craving for is what you get, did your old man brew this himself? I could instantly tell by just taking a sip," Gu Yun exclaimed, "That's right, you already came, don't leave. Even before this first month ends, both of us already have to go our separate ways. At that time, each of us, one at the north, one at the south, who knows how many months and years it will be before we meet again. Have a few drinks with me today."

Shen Yi had also had this intention, wholeheartedly agreeing to it.

Gu Yun also asked: "Where is Chang Geng?"

"Kitchen."

Gu Yun's footsteps came to a stop: "What?"

"He has insisted on cooking a bowl of noodles for you personally," Shen Yi laughed. "Uncle Wang tried to stop him for a long while but couldn't."

"Our Jun Wang is indeed very talented. He could stabilize a situation in the face of enemies, perform acupuncture after a battle, sew pouches in his spare time, and even walk on the treacherous battleground of the kitchen as if it was only a flat surface...

"If he was a lady, even the entire Black Iron Camp being here could not hold back the people coming to block your door asking for his hand in marriage."

Gu Yun frowned: "A gentleman stays far from the kitchen, this is absurd."

Shen Yi saw that his expression was off, asking: "What's the matter, what did His Majesty call you into the palace for?"

Gu Yun was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice: "The Emperor wants to dispose of Master Feng Han."

Shen Yi was taken aback: "What!"

Master Feng Han, with the surname Zhang and given name Feng Han, had been the head of Ling Shu Institute for eighteen years. When Shen Yi was still at the institute, he used to work under Master Feng Han. The man had now reached the age of sixty, having dedicated his entire lifetime to Ling Shu Institute. He had never gotten married; wife, children, grandchildren, he did not have any, nor was he interested in same-sex relationships.

It was said that the servants pouring tea in his house were all made of iron. For living beings, in addition to himself, there was only one old dog that was about to pass away — of course, this was only a rumor, not mentioning other people, even Shen Yi had never been there.