"You were wrong about this matter,” Chang Geng said with a profound laugh. "The Emperor will only be full of doubts about the sale of Ziliujin to private merchants after he sees it. Now that Master Fang has made it so clear that the sale of Ziliujin for merchants is not feasible, why don't we think about how to solve this problem. Would that not satisfy both parties?"

Jiang Chong was stunned.

Chang Geng: “Go back and prepare for it, the gentlemen should arrive a little earlier tomorrow. The Grand Council will discuss this matter before the court meeting. Don't let my Royal Brother down.”

Jiang Chong responded then stood up to say goodbye. For a moment, from Yan Wang's very calm words, he could hear some indescribable certainty in them. It seemed as if he had already anticipated this paper from Fang Qin and had already thought of the solution to deal with it next.

But... if he already had a solution, why did he not start by putting it forward? Why must he take a roundabout way?

What was the use of this route, besides intensifying the contradiction between the newcomers of the Feng Huo tickets and the noble families?

"Oh, by the way, Han Shi." Chang Geng called him.

Jiang Chong, who had a heavy heart, came back to his senses, thinking that he had something important to instruct him. He listened attentively.

Chang Geng: “Ask Wangnan Tower to wrap up two kilograms of fried small yellow croaker with salt for me. I'll take it back later. Thank you very much!”

Master Jiang slipped and almost rolled down the stairs.

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At this time, Gu Yun, who was kept behind by Emperor Long An, was able to leave before the door of the palace was locked.

The deployment of battle equipment could only be submitted to the Emperor for approval by the Grand Council after it was reviewed by the Marquis of Order. The latest Ziliujin deployment plan should be handed over to Gu Yun after the court, who knew that the Emperor would keep him behind until this hour. Shen Yi had to wait until the night was approaching. As he was yawning in boredom, he saw Gu Yun slowly walking out.

"What took you so long?" Shen Yi stepped up. "I even assumed you were quarreling with the Emperor again over something."

Gu Yun took the paper he was going to present and turned it over. "I will look at it after I get home — what is there to quarrel about, already at this age."

Shen Yi: "..."

He looked at Gu Yun in shock, his tongue tied together: "Al...Already at this age? Marshal, are you okay? What did the Emperor say to you?”

How did it cause the 'Northwest flower', showing his beauty all day long, to become 'already at this age'!

Gu Yun glanced sadly at his shoulder. The little prince’s drool was still wet from lying on him.