Zhang Feng Han deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Today, we did not see Commander Han of the Imperial Army. Did Your Highness see that? Now there are already rumors in the court that although the Emperor outwardly denounced the Western envoys, he had planned to relocate the capital."

Chang Geng smiled, but he was not at all surprised: "His Majesty will not do such a thing, we are not at our last resort yet. I see the cart of Ling Shu Institute, allow me to help you up... Ah, here comes Uncle Huo."

Huo Dan was moving over in a hurry, his expression restless, he walked to Chang Geng and said, "This old servant is late today, Your Highness, please forgive me."

"It is alright," Chang Geng waved his hand. "What had delayed Uncle Huo?"

"..." Huo Dan took a careful look at his face. "The Marquis was injured by Western arrows last night. I had only just heard about it in the early morning. I just went.... Oh, Your Highness!"

In Huo Dan's and Zhang Feng Han's bewilderment, Chang Geng, who was still strolling casually, suddenly had a change in his expression, turned around, jumped onto his horse's back, and disappeared like a gust of wind.

In front of the Nine Gates, the smoke of gunpowder had not dispersed, the Western army had only withdrawn at dawn, Gu Yun was able to have a moment of rest.

His armor had been indented, the arrow was pulled out. Two military doctors were surrounding Gu Yun, holding forceps and scissors, carefully prying his deformed shoulder guard down. His clothes had glued to his body.

Chang Geng hurriedly rushed in, his eyes fell on Gu Yun for a moment, then he could not help himself from looking away. His expression was even worse than the injured man.

"Ah...," Gu Yun took in a shaky breath. "I said, can you two be more decisive? Are you doing embroidery — how was it?"

Chang Geng did not answer, took a deep breath, dismissed the two military doctors, then stooped and carefully observed Gu Yun's armor that couldn’t be removed.

He took out finger-length iron forceps, holding Gu Yun's shoulder close to him, and cut it off from the other side. His movements were very fast, the sharp forceps easily cut through the deformed iron armor, blood immediately soaking onto his hand.

Chang Geng's face tightened up and for a while, he was a little out of breath. He whispered, "Injured like this, why didn't you let me know?"

Gu Yun who still had his face twisted as he endured the pain, gritted his teeth and said, "It's nothing — what did the Western envoys say at the meeting?"