Many of the decrees carried out by the Grand Council were under the banner of ‘prioritize the war’. In addition to bringing out their Red Imperial Edict and Iron Plaque and their old age to lecture him, every noble family only wanted to stop the war.

If Li Feng was hesitant about war and peace before, then Gu Yun's victory had added a lot of chips to one side of the scale, making the balance in his heart turn to one side.

The guts of these aristocratic families are getting bigger and bigger, even wanting to intervene in such a big war, the Emperor thought quietly, What are they scheming?

Li Feng's steps were halted, and he said to the servant absent-mindedly: "My nanny Zhao has not been in the palace for several years, do you remember her?"

The servant did not know much, so he bowed his head and answered: "I heard that Madame Zhao now has only one daughter, who is still on duty in the palace. She has accepted Third Master Fang as her adopted son. A few days ago, she frequently presented her plaque, she must have come to beg for help."

Li Feng said "Oh" and half-lowered his eyes: "Nobles who broke the law and committed crime are the same as the common people. In those days, Wei Wang was still imprisoned like anyone else, no one had come out to demand his justice. On the other hand, how come the sons of these families are all so precious?"

The servant heard the light killing intent in it. He looked at Li Feng carefully and didn't dare to speak for a moment.

Li Feng's hot sweat on his forehead was blown down by the cold wind. He covered his chest and coughed a few times. The servant quickly draped a fur coat on him.

When he was at the age of seven, the Crown Prince was fairly smart, but he was too meek and weak, not quite resembling himself. Instead, he was more like the Former Emperor Yuan He. And what were the circumstances of Yuan He’s ruling?

Li Feng could still remember —— the former emperor always felt that his position was unjust, having to rely on this and that, not having even military authority in his hands. Even though the Gu family had only one young child, he still allowed the deadly Black Iron Tiger Emblem to be passed down. Always asking others for opinions even for the most insignificant matters, always bringing up affection to coerce, raising a bunch of national vermin, almost ruining the rich possessions left by Emperor Wu.

It took Li Feng ten years, yet he had still not finished cleaning up the mess left by the former emperor.

Li Feng felt more and more helpless in the past two years. He did not want his son to fall into the same predicament as his father.

But in this situation, who should he believe?

Yan Wang?