At first, some people were worried that the first batch of Feng Huo tickets could not be sold. But just after the first batch of Feng Huo tickets came out, Du Wan Quan, the richest man in Jiangnan, contacted a group of charitable businessmen to provide support. Within three days, the first batch of Feng Huo tickets were all cleaned out.

Real gold and silver poured into the Treasury. At this point, no one could talk anymore.

At the end of the seventh year of Long An, the two armies in Jiangnan still confronted each other. Along the way, the Marquis of Order joined forces with the Central Plains Garrison to clear up the rebellious mobs and finally returned to Jiayu Gate. The next day, the allied forces of the Western Regions occupying the city withdrew thirty miles.

At the end of the year, Gu Yun wrote fourteen personal letters to the kings of the Western Regions countries with New Year's greetings. At the same time, he sharpened his knife and prepared to kill whenever the next batch of supplies were sent by the court.

This year, there was no lantern or decoration hanging outside Jiayu Gate. The situation was tense. The long-awaited supplies from the court finally arrived.

It was just that the person escorting was of special status.

Gu Yun came back from scouting with a group of Light Cavalry. Before he got off his horse, as he heard that Yan Wang was coming, he was stunned for a moment. Then, not even bothering to unload his armor, he threw the horse's reins behind him and ran.

Gu Yun ran all the way back to the garrison. A group of privates behind him, without knowing what was happening, had to run after him as if training in the forest. The team of cavalry did not even change shifts nor adjust their formation. They just started running like mad, making the garrison appear as if they were facing a great enemy. They also thought that there were a handful of foreign enemies. One by one, they held up their Qian Li Yan to look around.

Inside the Black Iron Camp garrison, carriages from the capital were lining up. The manager of the supply storage had his hands full, but Gu Yun suddenly stopped without warning.

The soldiers also quickly stopped and exchanged a look with each other.

Gu Yun looked back at them in confusion. "Why are you all running in a panic?"

Soldiers: "..."

Gu Yun coughed drily and wiped away the nonexistent dust on his armor, turned his face without any obstacles, and changed his demeanor to that of a leisurely stroll, casually walking inside the Marshal's tent with his hands behind his back.

In addition to the people on guarding duty, the patrol team had not come back yet. Gu Yun's several generals were making conversation inside, circling a person in the middle. The man was dressed in a silk court attire, with wide sleeves hidden under snow-white fox fur. This was the newly appointed Yan Wang. When he turned around as he heard the movement, his eyes accidentally met with Marshal Gu's, who was leaning against the door frame.