Emperor Long An held on to this request for one day; he did not open it for discussion but did not approve of it either. On the next day, he sent a gift of many precious herbs to show his grace, lifting the house arrest order — this could be regarded as acquiescence to Gu Yun's resignation. To express respect, he did not find someone to take over, only letting the Marshal Seal hang in the air. He then used warm words to appease, claiming that after the Marquis returned to the court after his recovery, the Marshal Seal would be returned to him.

On the afternoon of the same day, Li Feng had somehow brought out a book he had read in his youth; a calligraphy note fell out from inside. Compared with the written request on his desk, the writing was slightly more juvenile. At certain places of letter transition, the wrist's lack of strength seemed to be showing, but the potential soon to come in the future could already be seen.

Li Feng took the note to study carefully, then suddenly asked Zhu Little Feet in a slightly amazed tone of voice: "Do you know who wrote this?"

Zhu Little Feet feigned confusion: "That is... this old servant doesn't understand whether this writing is good or bad, but since it is preserved by His Majesty, it must be from the hand of a famous artist?"

"Your mouth is so sweet — but it truly can be regarded as the work of a famous person. This was written by Imperial Uncle Shiliu." Li Feng gently put the note on the table, flattening it with a paperweight. He seemed to reminisce about the past, his eyes gazing far away:

"When I was young, I did not practice writing diligently and was scolded by the Royal Father. When Uncle knew about this, he had stayed up all night, and the next day, he brought me a stack of sample calligraphy notes..."

At that time, Gu Yun's eyes were already not good; they became even worse at night, unable to see a thing. He could only wear liuli glass. After a night of hard work, his eyes had turned red, showing a pair of rabbit eyes the next day, even trying to display the look of complete seriousness in front of them.

Li Feng continued, recalling the old days, his tone dyed with nostalgia, muttering to himself: "Say, Imperial Uncle was so introverted in his childhood, he did not like to be close to people at all. It truly is a far cry from the present — ah yes, where is he now?"

Zhu Little Feet replied: "I heard that he has gone to the hot springs in the north to recuperate."