One asking and the other one answering reminded Li Feng of when they used to study together at a young age. When Gu Yun was a child, his body was in poor health, and he always fell ill, all day taking medicine. His personality was no better either, never caring for anyone. However, towards his brothers, he was very aware of his role as an 'uncle'. Although he was even younger than Wei Wang, whenever there was anything delicious or fun, he would always save it for them, never fought for it, or kept it to himself. When questioned, he would answer; when asked, he would give. Li Feng had once liked him very much.

"Get up," Li Feng's last bit of anger faded. "Imperial Uncle is the sharp blade of this country, I still need to rely on you to stabilize all four sides."

Gu Yun heard his words, slowly bent over, his forehead slightly touched his fingertips on the ground.

Li Feng breathed a sigh of relief, assuming he had successfully persuaded this man — Gu Yun had become wiser with his actions in the past few years, very understanding of the current affairs, not easily blown up with just the slightest touch like before. His neither light nor heavy opposition just now was perhaps only an overreaction from hearing the words 'Lou Lan'...

Lou Lan... Gu Yun had been staying there for more than five years. His feelings must be deep; this was not incomprehensible.

With such a thought, Li Feng's heart became softer. He intended to reach out and help Gu Yun up.

Unexpectedly, his hand was not yet extended, but Gu Yun had already straightened up and said calmly:

"Your Majesty, Lou Lan is small, but they have always remained great friends with our court. That year when countless Western Region countries rebelled, our army was besieged in the golden sand dunes for more than twenty days. The only side who secretly sent information and supplied us with rations and medicine was Lou Lan. Later, many countries, such as the Western foreigners, Western Regions, and Tian Zhu...signing the Silk Road treaty with Great Liang, Lou Lan had also served as an—"

Li Feng's hand hung stiffly in the air, stunned by Gu Yun's words; he then immediately turned furious, loudly shouting: "Enough!"

"Aiming at other countries' natural resources, invading and taking siege, that is inhumane; throwing away old favors, betraying one's promise, that is unjust!" Gu Yun did not seem to have had 'enough' in the slightest — each word like a blade, clashing onto the floor of the pavilion.

Li Feng shook with rage: "Shut up!"

He turned his hand over the table, swept the papers onto the floor, immediately picked up an ink container, and violently threw it — Gu Yun did not hide either, letting the container strongly hit the shoulder of his Light Armor, the sound of the impact echoing. The still wet ink dripped down from the chest of the Marquis of Order's formal attire.