Chang Geng asked, "What's the matter, master? Is there something wrong with this?"

"No," Liao Ran said, shaking his head, the broad sleeve of his robe made a rustling sound with his gestures. "I just thought that under the heavens, everywhere is the ruler's land. The old Drumming Order and Rong Jin Law are still there. Your Highness has worked hard to manage all these things, but perhaps they will all be completely changed with only one law, everything you have done, will become nothing but a fleeting dream."

Chang Geng's fingers on the small table tapped a few times, there was no movement on his face. It seemed that he had soon considered what Liao Ran spoke of.

"The master is very correct." He lowered his handsome eyes, and laughed softly.

His side profile truly resembled a totem of the evil god.

Liao Ran's heart beat wildly twice. For a moment, his mouth was dry. Suddenly, he understood — although Yan Wang seemed to be fighting for the Emperor's favor with the forces of the old aristocratic family, in fact, was his real intention behind it really like this?

Cao Chun Hua did not dare to delay after receiving the Lin Yuan wooden bird. He handed over the unfinished matters at hand, and soon left for Liangjiang station.

As soon as he approached the station, Cao Chun Hua felt a kind of murderous aura coming from the humid and cold air, with a faint scent of gunsmoke. He couldn’t help but straighten his back, no longer humming his song or sending flirtatious looks, trying to appear proper. Only strict guarding could be seen in this area, all the officers and soldiers on duty did not talk to one another, all sides engulfed in silence, only the sounds of shouting coming from the place where the soldiers were training regularly nearby could be heard.

Cao Chun Hua rubbed his eyes and thought he saw another Black Iron Camp.

As soon as he was near the station, a guard on duty stopped him. Cao Chun Hua did not dare to play around under Gu Yun's military authority. He hurriedly took out the passing order issued by the Grand Council. The average age of the guard in that row was no more than 18 or 19 years old. After checking and confirming there was nothing out of order with the pass, he neither flattered nor showed disrespect, and another stepped out from the line, leading him to the Marshal's tent. Cao Chun Hua looked back and saw that in the blink of an eye, the team filled up the vacancy of that one person; there was no gap at all.