But this was not enough to satiate his craving, he brought out all the letters that Gu Yun had written for him that he had secretly stored like treasure. Lying in bed, he recalled all kinds of words that person had said before in his mind, entertaining himself and putting together a ‘reply letter’ from Gu Yun, finding joy in playing his role.

For the next few days, Chang Geng was able to feel more comfortable meeting Fang Qin in the daytime.

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Unfortunately, Fang Qin's life was not very easy.

These days, the pleas for Yan Wang’s impeachment stacked up to about two feet high on Li Feng's desk. If one read through them carefully, they would feel that Yan Wang was very easy to blame. Even if he coughed on the road, someone would accuse him how his coughing posture deceived the ruler. However, in sharp contrast, starting from the Grand Council, no one could tell whether all the new officials were drowning by the mountain of affairs, or simply dormant. They began to change their aggressiveness in rebuttal from before, each individual began to concede.

Li Feng's attitude was that he had no attitude, especially when he came across some characters that relied on their old age to always mention the former emperor or even Emperor Wu.

In this case, the one who was most anxious was not the Grand Council, but Fang Qin.

In fact, Fang Qin was extremely opposed to this kind of banding together behavior: "The Emperor's mind is like a mirror. Aggressively oppressing the other side like this, are you gentlemen not afraid of losing the Emperor's favor?"

As he said this, someone instantly replied: "Lord Fang, you always brought up the Emperor's favor and this and that, your vision has become somewhat shallow. Remember that year, the former emperor was only the son of a Jun Wang belonging to a sub branch of the Li that did not stand out at all, what did he rely on to easily become the owner of the Forbidden Palace? In support of the former emperor that year, our ancestors had casted aside the opinion of the majority, becoming the spearhead, their merits were incredibly grand. The Red Imperial Edict and Iron Plaque* are still in my family's altar, what, now that their children have a steady seat in this nation, are you going to put away the bow as there is no more bird?"

*A type of certificate to display exclusive rights that Emperors granted for very important officials.

Another one cut in: "If we are truly forced to the absolute limit, why don't we just ask for the memorial tablet of the first Emperor? Can the Son of Heaven dare to commit this great crime and ignore the ancestral legislation?"

Fang Qin took a deep breath and shouted, "Gentlemen, please be careful of your words!"