Li Feng felt a tremor in his heart. When he looked at Gu Yun, he was almost absent-minded for a moment. The man beside him seemed to have remained unchanged for so many years - it was not that Gu Yun still retained the appearance of a young boy in his teens, but it was the look in his eyes.

Over the years, everyone had become deeper and more calculating. Only those familiar peach blossom eyes vaguely retained the teasing and romantic aura of the young general secretly smiling at him that year among the crowd of armors.

Li Feng shook his head, refusing to show weakness in the eyes of the public by letting someone carry him. He only supported himself by one of Gu Yun's arms and slowly walked down the broken debris of Qi Ming Altar.

The attendant announced in a sharp voice, "Departing, return to the palace --"

The vast sunset, lingering on the edge of the imperial city, cast the thousands of rows of glazed tiles reflected in a blood red color, and finally, it fell.

Chapter 13: New Politics

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It was bound to be a sleepless night.

The Lu family party was swept away like a storm, all of them were put in prison awaiting trial.

Fang Qin and others succeeded in achieving the merit of rescuing the Emperor, so they were not implicated for the time being. But this result was quite different from their original plans, each of them had also turned pale.

And the center of the whirlpool, Yan Wang, remained missing, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

The next day was the Grand Court Meeting, but it had to be canceled temporarily close to its appointed time. Doctors rushed in and out of the palace like ants crawling on a hot pot. Gu Yun and Shen Yi stayed in the palace for a night, then left in the early autumn morning dew.

The scent of medicine from the deep palace still seemed to linger on the tip of Gu Yun's nose. His sense of smell was particularly sharp, he was happy to appreciate a variety of flavors. The fragrance of makeup on beautiful ladies, the summer wind in the rich fragrance of herbs, the fresh and peaceful herbal scent on a beautiful young man...the only scent he did not like was from medicine.

Especially when the doors and windows were closed, the stifling smell of medicine in the room remained dull and lingering, like a mire which could drag living people inside.