Gu Yun looked up at Emperor Long An and realized that Li Feng truly had grown old. He was only in his thirties, yet there were already grey hairs all over, his expression ferocious and gloomy. For a moment, Gu Yun suddenly thought, Perhaps that time when the capital was on the verge of being lost, if Li Feng on the Red Kite was struck down by a stray arrow, would that have been a better fate for him?

Li Feng seemed to feel something. He happened to look up and met Gu Yun's line of sight.

After the court was dismissed that day, Gu Yun was kept in the palace. Before the war, the two had fallen out to the point of turning away from another. After that, Gu Yun had been running everywhere to battle, his horse had never stopped. There was hardly any chance to meet in private.

Right now, they stood in the place they grew up together to have a few chats about the old days, feeling like it was separated by a lifetime.

Li Feng keeping Gu Yun behind was due to his momentary impulse. Only until they walked side by side in the flower garden did he discover there were no words he could say, it was undoubtedly embarrassing.

Just then, the Crown Prince came to greet them after his school had finished.

Li Feng was not one to immerse in the inner palace, he did not have many children. The prince had just reached the age of eight. He had not yet begun to hit his growth spurt and still appeared very childish. He had a bit of restraint when meeting Li Feng, formally and obediently saying, "Royal Father."

He then looked at Gu Yun carefully and hesitantly, he was a little eager to talk but did not know who the man was.

Gu Yun smiled at him: "Your subject Gu Yun, greetings to Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The prince was shocked. There was no little boy who did not love to hear the stories of grand heroes. Right now, as he got to meet one in the flesh, on one hand, he was very excited, but on the other, he had to maintain the dignity of a prince in front of his father. His face blushed red, and he tumbled through his words: "General...General Gu! No... That... Granduncle does not have to be polite. I... I've also practiced my handwriting using Granduncle's sample."

Gu Yun's expression was a little strange: "... Your Highness is very kind."

The word 'granduncle' had delivered an invisible blow on him, making him feel like he had grown a two-foot-long beard.