Sheng Fu

Yuwen Jun picked up his teacup and took a sip, thinking to himself that Bai Xiaowei's heart needed to be even blacker.

"So, many problems are legacies of history?" Yuwen Jun asked.

King Ping sighed softly and said, "You could say that. Official collusion is secondary. Many brokers also played a role. When the national treasury is empty, they always target merchants and ordinary people, but they never target corrupt officials."

"It's not that we're unwilling, but that we don't know where to begin."

Yuwen Jun rested his head on one hand, lost in thought, and he thought of the Demon Lord.

He had been to the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm was politically transparent. Although it seemed that the Demon Lord ruled the world alone, in reality, the Demon Lord gave unlimited power to the cabinet.

Based on Yuwen Jun's understanding of the Demon Realm, although not everyone lives for ideals and beliefs, there are generally no corrupt officials. There may be some personal relationships and some unresolved accounts on a small scale, but they are nothing more than trivial matters.

The Demon Lord aspires to rule the world and desires to become its supreme ruler.

Yuwen Jun suddenly realized that if the Demon Lord became the ruler of the world, it might not necessarily be a bad thing for the common people.

However, Yuwen Jun quickly shook his head, realizing that the idea was dangerous.

Currently, it seems that his own new policies still hold the potential for universal harmony.

Furthermore, people in the martial world are often powerless to control their own destiny. Yuwen Jun has already come to this point, and the Dragon Clan is still in decline. In the end, Yuwen Jun also has his own selfish motives.

Revive the Dragon Clan, and achieve universal harmony.

Some questions have no specific answers, nor are there right or wrong answers.

Therefore, the saying "the victor is king, the loser is villain" came about.

"Civilization still needs to go further," Yuwen Jun sighed.

Upon hearing this, King Ping could only nod helplessly, but he looked at Yuwen Jun with a determined gaze and said, "These great things can only be accomplished by your generation."

"And all I can do are small things that I can contribute to."

Yuwen Jun paused slightly, then said to Prince Ping, "Don't think like that. What we need is a prosperous world where everyone can share in the glory, not a world where only a few can live a carefree and happy life."

King Ping nodded in deep agreement. Although he himself was one of the very few people who disapproved of many things, he was not Gu Yong. Unfortunately, he was not Gu Yong back then. He also admired Gu Yong, but his position prevented him from openly expressing his admiration for Gu Yong.

It sounds simple to say that one should seek revenge, but in reality, it is a very, very difficult thing.

"Shall we play a game of chess for a bit?" Yuwen Jun suddenly became interested.

King Ping's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected to have such an honor now, and he nodded happily, saying, "Alright."

Then Yuwen Jun snapped his fingers, and soon the steward Qu Li brought over a chessboard and chess pieces.

Before the battle began, King Ping said with a hint of apprehension, "I know I am no match for you, but I also want to know how big the gap is."

Yuwen Jun smiled calmly and said, "It's just killing time, no need to take it to heart. The Demon Lord's chess skills are the best in the world, and right now he's only half dead."

King Ping's mood brightened immediately, and he made the first move.

Although it was meant to kill time, the two fought for less than twenty rounds before King Ping realized that his defeat was inevitable.

"The difference is so great," King Ping remarked.

Yuwen Jun smiled faintly and said, "Then let's start over from scratch."

King Ping nodded emphatically.

The second game began, and this time Ping Wang was extremely focused, making each move with extra caution.

Yuwen Jun remained calm and composed.

However, the result was no different from the previous game. In less than twenty rounds, King Ping was already out of options.

"Let's have some tea instead," Prince Ping said with a bitter smile.

The disparity in strength was too great; Prince Ping found it uninteresting, and Yuwen Jun would also find it less enjoyable. At this moment, Qu Li strode in and reported, "Your Highnesses, Princess Qianling requests your presence."

"Princess Qianling's carriage is waiting outside the mansion."

Yuwen Jun was momentarily confused, unsure of what Qianling was up to.

Prince Ping smiled calmly and said, "I reckon it's an invitation to you, not me. Your Highness may take your leave first."

Yuwen Jun got up, stretched, and slowly walked out.

Outside the mansion, a magnificent carriage was parked beside the steps.

The coachman was a woman with armor covering her face. She was tall and straight, exuding a sharp aura. The knife at her waist was simple, but it vaguely revealed the aura of the Lingxiao Realm.

Inside the car, Qianling sat upright, with a fruit platter on the table.

A moment later, Yuwen Jun arrived outside the King's Mansion, and the coachman quickly got out of the carriage to respectfully invite Yuwen Jun to get in.

As Yuwen Jun parted the carriage curtain, he said with slight surprise, "I didn't expect you to come in person."

Qianling smiled playfully and said, "If I hadn't come in person, you might have easily found an excuse to decline."

Yuwen Jun's lips twitched slightly as he sat down beside Princess Qianling and said calmly, "I will find a reason to politely decline, but I will never use a random reason. If the reason is too casual, you won't believe it."

Qianling sneered, "The result is the same."

Soon after, the magnificent carriage entered the Chiba Garden.

Returning to this place, the architectural layout remains as exquisite and grand as ever, resembling the abode of immortals in a painting.

The two strolled leisurely toward the central courtyard.

"What advice do you have for me today?" Yuwen Jun asked, looking around.

I was also a little curious, as I didn't see any of the Liyang Palace's servants here.

Qianling replied, "It's not really about giving advice. I just invited you here as a guest, and also to see if my men are any good enough. You're the first person I've ever invited here."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Jun jokingly replied, "I've even played chess with the Demon Lord."

A murderous glint flashed in Qianling's eyes, but it vanished instantly, and her entire spirit and energy dimmed.

Yes, Yuwen Jun has seen all kinds of grand occasions.

Before they knew it, the two arrived in the courtyard. Upon entering the gate, they saw that the tables and chairs had been arranged, and the banquet would begin soon.

At the very front, in the very center, there was an exquisite and beautiful purple-gold throne, which was Princess Qianling's seat. However, next to the throne, there was another wooden throne, which was obviously prepared for Yuwen Jun.

Qianling slowly said, "I originally thought that after reorganizing the troops, I would go directly to the Demon Realm with Senior Gu Cheng. But after careful consideration, since my troops have never shown themselves, it would be more appropriate for you to take a look for yourself."

"I may doubt your character and morality, but I will not doubt your judgment."

"If I let my father personally handle this matter, it would inevitably make me seem too incompetent. At the same time, it would also make others think that I am deliberately asking my father to make things easy for me."

Yuwen Jun then asked softly, "Aren't the people from Liyang Palace involved in this matter this time?"

Qianling shook her head slightly and said, "No need. Liyang Palace is a cultivation force and has no experience in politics. It is true that Liyang Palace and I have a very good personal relationship, but if I take the people of Liyang Palace to the Demon Realm to mine resources this time, it will naturally add some gold and jade quality to Liyang Palace's resume that does not belong to them."

After much deliberation, I gave up on Liyang Palace.

Yuwen Jun was slightly surprised, not expecting Qianling to have such awareness.

Unwittingly, the two found themselves sitting down at the highest point.

Then, melodious music filled the air, and a group of people dressed in dark official robes entered the venue one after another. (End of Chapter)