The capital’s Heavy Soldiers and the palace guards were separated by a few inches of white marble steps, even birds on the wall would break a sweat.

In this utmost dangerous stalemate, Gu Yun finally arrived in time.

Gu Yun took with him only twenty people, forcefully opening a path through the Northern Camp currently surrounding the palace and went straight inside.

Witnessing this situation, the Marquis of Order could almost vomit blood from anger. He strode forward, pulled out his whip, then slashed directly at Tan Hong Fei's face with enough force to break the skin, shouting: "Do you wish to find death?"

Tan Hong Fei's eyes became red the instant he saw Gu Yun: "Marshal..."

"Shut up! What are you planning to do? Force the Emperor to abdicate?" Gu Yun kicked his shoulder, Tan Hong Fei almost slammed to the ground with the impact. "Do you still understand what is the proper order? Do you still understand what is loyalty? The Northern Camp is not allowed to enter the capital without the summoning command, where had you tossed this law to? Who gave you the courage to disrespect the ruler!"

Tan Hong Fei sat on the ground, his tears seemingly about to fall: "Marshal, it has been twenty years, the brothers had died in vain, the brothers had no one to express the injustice..."

Gu Yun lowered his gaze at him, his pupils ice cold, completely unmoved: "In half an hour, order the entire Northern Camp to retreat from all Nine Gates. If there is any delay, I will personally take your damn life, go!"

Tan Hong Fei: "Marshal!"

"Get out now!" The corner of Gu Yun's eyes were pounding intensely and twitching incessantly. He kicked Tan Hong Fei out of the way, kneeling down at the stone steps in front of the main hall.

"Your Majesty, please cease your anger. General Tan suffered an injury in the past, he had soon shown signs of insanity, combined with being incited by the bad guys, perhaps he was momentarily blinded by the devils, his old illness recurring once again. I ask of Your Majesty to please think of his many merits and his diligence throughout the years, to let him go back to recuperate, sparing the life of this madman."

Zhu Little Feet took this opportunity and whispered to Li Feng's ear: "Your Majesty, you see, Marshal has also arrived, you are the one of utmost importance and cannot be at risk, let's avoid this for a moment inside the palace."

Li Feng laughed low from anger. He turned his head and glanced at Zhu Little Feet, speaking coldly, "What, even you would call him Marshal?"

Zhu Little Feet's face went pale, instantly kneeling down on the ground.

Li Feng folded his arms, stood on the white marble steps, and looked down at the Marquis of Order in Light Armor from up high. For the first time, he understood one thing he never did before. Before his passing, the former emperor had grabbed his hand and said again and again that he must be careful of one person. It was not the incredibly ambitious Wei Wang, nor the foreigners resembling tigers — but his right-hand man, Gu Yun.