Master Feng Han was crying as he listened in the court. The entire country was boiling up. Even as Gu Yun later wrote a letter asking for forgiveness, saying that he had arbitrarily beheaded the king of Ku Cha, this only seemed like a trivial matter. Either Way, Gu Yun's tough means on the battlefield were not something that happened within a day or two. Even Li Feng felt that this was very similar to something he would do.

Only Chang Geng frowned at the report sent to the Grand Council —— although he could not explain why, he had a feeling there was something else hidden in this.

Unfortunately, before waiting for him to think about it, the Black Eagle envoy sent another letter: "Your Highness, this is the home letter from the Marquis to you."

The last time Gu Yun wrote home to him, it was within the two years that the man had just left for the Silk Road. There were two letters in total, one of which was written by Shen Yi in his stead.

Chang Geng maintained a first-class martial skill of self-restraint, received the letter, and gave thanks calmly, courteous words both sincere and caring came out of his lips. The Black Eagle envoy who had not seen much of the world was tearful, wishing he could bow deep and make an oath to repay the home country; he was sent away in a dizzying state.

When the envoy left, Chang Geng immediately dismissed the young eunuchs who were accompanying him on both sides. He could not wait to open it. He was handy by nature; his opening motion was also of utmost care. The envelope was not torn at all, it could even be reused.

As soon as it was opened, a small dried apricot blossom fell out.

It was as if Gu Yun had been possessed by Shen Yi, talking of every matter big and small. He naturally had a sharp tongue, describing the cowardly behavior of the Western Regions coalition army without sparing any details, the scene of the enemy wetting themselves seemed as if it had appeared in front of him. If there were still people left in the Grand Council, they would be frightened — who had ever witnessed Yan Wang laughing so happily behind the desk with papers and reports piling up like mountains?

At the end, Gu Yun wrote again: There are several apricot trees at the crossing, harmed by the flames of war. The trunk of the tree is burnt, even most of the insects and ants could not survive. I assumed they had died. But one day as I came back to camp from patrol, I saw these dead trees had met spring, a flower bud was rising from the ash, blooming overnight. It is both pitiable and endearing. The army is filled with those that do not know how to appreciate beauty. Talk of admiring flowers would only resemble playing music for an ox's ears, hence I have acted first and plucked a branch to play with you...