Zhou Fengyue abstained from attending court for several days while indulging in wine. Initially, the court officials pretended not to care, but deep down they all wondered, what exactly is the old gentleman trying to convey?
Many whispered that he was like a turtle withdrawing into his shell in Heaven Capital City, yet this turtle's four legs were akin to massive pillars supporting the heavens—any slight move, and the entire imperial court would be engulfed in turmoil. Perhaps everything was under the control of the Emperor, but for them, it was truly headache-inducing.
The only old scholar in the court who could compare with Zhou Fengyue in seniority sat with eyes closed, silent. No matter who inquired, he would just smile and shake his head, leaving them without any recourse.
