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.

If a person was single for a long time, it was always easy to feel that they were still in their youth. Unknowingly, he had moved up to the rank of being a ‘granduncle’. It suddenly reminded him that if he were to be someone with a short lifespan, he had already gone through half of his life.

"Nothing." Gu Yun said absently as he walked along, "Maybe he was frustrated by the noisy court arguments, grabbing me to say a few tiring words... From childhood, the Emperor had always loved to fight for power and was eager to win. He must overwhelm others in everything he does. When he first came to the throne, it was not like he never thought about coming to Mt. Tai presenting his merits to the heavens, yet over the years he has become like this, He...well, it has not been easy either."

Shen Yi, with his hands behind his back, listened silently. Every time it came to these damn rotten things involving royalty, he always felt incredibly tired. With Emperor Yuan He who had already entered the Imperial Mausoleum as the leader, that one was more capricious than the other. Three joyful days, he would bestow upon one immense grace, bring them to the power that could command the world. Two hateful days, he would turn one into a prisoner in the blink of an eye. If one did not do a good job, there was no telling whose blade their life was hanging onto.