Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2613 Control
"I am not His Majesty, so I cannot fully understand his thoughts," Ying Baoyue stretched out his hand to stir the bonfire, "but Master told me that His Majesty is a person with a strong desire for control."

This was understandable to everyone present, after all, kings all had a strong desire for control.

"As you said, Master, His Majesty is already rich, but His Majesty is not satisfied."

Human desire is a bottomless pit.

Ying Baoyue looked at Murong Yin, "Master's Wife, if you were in the position of His Majesty, what else would you want?"

"What else do you want?"

Murong Yin was stunned. "Work hard to govern the country, and then let the Qin Dynasty prosper for thousands of years?"

"What if you can't do it?" Ying Baoyue asked, "You will have no descendants to take over, and you won't be able to rule for long."

"Then pursue immortality?"

Murong Yin frowned, "According to what you said, His Majesty used nightmares to suppress you before, wasn't it for the sake of immortality?"

"But everyone knows that he can't live for long," Ying Baoyue said, "With his realm, if he continues to live, he will only be regarded as a monster, right?"

So for Emperor Ying, he will die sooner or later.

Getting rid of his worldly identity would help him live longer.

"Hasn't your majesty always had someone make elixirs?" Murong Yin still couldn't understand. "Isn't it okay for him to lie and claim that he became immortal by taking elixirs?"

"Then neither Master nor I will let him go," Ying Baoyue smiled bitterly, "He took the elixir but it shortened his lifespan, so he had to borrow life from others in a hurry. If he wants to live forever, he must put one of me and Master in the nightmare."

"Whether he attacked me or Master, the person left between Master and I will not let him go."

This is true.

From this point of view, Emperor Ying could only fake his death.

Eight years ago, Lin Shubai thought that Emperor Ying was dead, so he did not attribute Lin Baoyue's death to Emperor Ying. If Emperor Ying had not died at that time but was immortal, then no matter where he hid, Murong Yin believed that Lin Shubai would dig him out even if he had to dig three feet deep.

In a sense, Emperor Ying was "forced to death" by this master and disciple pair.

"It's fine if he wants to live forever, but why did he support the Xirong people?" Murong Yin's eyes showed deep hatred, "If he hadn't manipulated the Xirong people and led Jin Yun to the White Wolf King's court, Shu Bai wouldn't have done that seven years ago..."

Lin Shubai died in the fight against the Western Rong people. The reason why the Western Rong people were able to bring their troops to the city and destroy the rule of the Qin Dynasty was that Yun Zhongjun and Chunyu Ye played an indispensable role in it.

The birth of these two monsters was the work of Emperor Ying.

Although Lin Shubai did not die directly at the hands of Emperor Ying seven years ago, it can be said that it was all the results of the causes planted by Emperor Ying.

"I don't understand. They wiped out the entire family and sent the only remaining son of the Jin family to Xirong..."

Murong Yin was trembling all over. She couldn't understand such perverted behavior.

"Master's wife, you really can't understand, and you don't need to understand." Ying Baoyue stepped forward and held Murong Yin's hand, "Because you are not him."

There is only a fine line between genius and madness, and only kings in this world have the power to exterminate an entire family.

"Everything I said was my guess. I have no basis for it." Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, "But I tried to think about it along the way."

She couldn’t understand it in the past, but in this life, she is closer to Emperor Ying’s state of mind.

Because now she is also a king who can exterminate an entire family with a single order.

Ying Baoyue closed his eyes. "Master said that killing is addictive."

Murong Yin opened her eyes wide. She couldn't believe that Lin Shubai said such words.

"Master didn't say that he likes killing people," Ying Baoyue looked solemnly, "Master means that being able to control people's life and death at will can make people addicted." For someone who kills for the first time, two situations will occur.

One is extreme fear and guilt, followed by numbness from seeing this happen over and over again.

The second is to develop extreme self-conceit and arrogance, look down on the weak and ordinary people, and get pleasure from controlling life and death.

"This is what my master told me when I hurt someone for the first time in my previous life," Ying Baoyue gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, "Never forget the feeling you had when you killed someone for the first time."

"The touch of the sword's edge is the weight of life."

A practitioner must not become someone who gains pleasure from controlling the life and death of others.

"Remember, if you become such a person, Master will be the first to kill you."

This was the first thing Lin Shubai taught her when he taught her swordsmanship.

Ying Baoyue kept it in mind.

"People who kill with their own hands can remember the weight of life, but what about those who can kill by just giving orders?"

To them, human lives are just numbers on a memorial.

Ying Baoyue looked into Murong Yin's eyes, "Your Majesty is not good at fighting, but he can kill thousands of people with just one word."

Murong Yin was startled, and she suddenly understood what Ying Baoyue wanted to tell them.

This is the horror of power. Once you experience that feeling and get used to it, there is no going back.

"For your majesty, this feeling of dominance is more important than anything else."

Ying Baoyue recalled the obsidian map in the imperial mausoleum with a heavy look in his eyes.

Whether alive or dead, Emperor Ying must be the chess player on the chessboard, and he must be the only operator.

"In your Majesty's opinion, it is probably better for him to destroy the Qin Dynasty himself rather than letting his unworthy descendants destroy it."

"Your Majesty unified the six kingdoms, but you did not unify the entire continent."

Ji Jiashu finally understood what he heard. He felt a chill on his back. "Are you talking about Xirong?"

"That's right," Ying Baoyue said, "Not being able to incorporate Xirong into the territory of the Qin Empire was the greatest regret of your majesty during his lifetime."

But the cost of reconquering Xirong was too high. It was impossible to conquer Xirong through external conquests, even if the emperor was still alive.

"He sent the orphans of the Jin family to Xirong, hoping to disintegrate Xirong from within."

Letting Jin Yun come into contact with the White Wolf King's daughter and give birth to Chunyu Ye were all part of Emperor Ying's plan.

"Jin Yun has Central Plains blood. If Chun Yuye eventually becomes the White Wolf King, then the royal family of Xirong will also have Central Plains blood from now on."

"But can this be considered as conquering Xirong?"

Meng Shi frowned, "Jin Yun has a deep blood feud, it is impossible for him to be loyal to the Central Plains. If he is in a high position, he will definitely seek revenge on the King of Qin in the end!"

"That's right," Ying Baoyue nodded, "but in Emperor Ying's opinion, if the golden cloud eventually engulfed the Central Plains, it was also the result of his manipulation, and the continent was finally unified."

The Ying clan was his descendant, and Jin Yun was a chess piece he fostered. No matter which side won the fight between the two, Emperor Ying would probably get an incomparable sense of accomplishment.

Because he is the "God" who controls everything behind the scenes.

"madman……"