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Chapter 124 You Don't Understand What True Power Is

"His Majesty--!!"

That sound was heart-wrenching!

It doesn't use the intonation and syllables of a scholar to embellish anger, but rather it's more like a roar that's been dug out from the depths of the ancient land on the Loess Plateau, from the depths of that land that has been eroded by wind and sand for thousands of years!

These two words alone were like a thunderbolt carrying a rolling heat wave, striking everyone present from the top of their heads to their heels.

The students, who were already on edge, shuddered at the roar, and then a surge of scalding heat erupted from the depths of their cold limbs and bones.

The flame that had been suppressed by fear and despair in his heart was instantly ignited by this shout, as if a spoonful of boiling oil had been poured on it!

"Your Majesty is surrounded by treacherous and wicked men! They deceive Your Majesty, causing the government to fall into disarray and the people to suffer! We scholars, with our utmost loyalty and patriotism, have no way to serve our country!"

Li Feiyu's voice echoed loudly in the vast Meridian Gate Square, where horses could gallop across the land. Each word was like a boulder thrown by a catapult, crashing into everyone's hearts with a whistling sound.

"Your Majesty, please dispel the clouds and let the sun shine through; be close to virtuous ministers and keep away from petty men!!!"

Shui Tailang, standing behind Li Feiyu, froze the moment that earth-shattering shout burst forth.

It lasted only a brief moment before transforming into an indescribable tremor and ecstasy.

Become!

It worked!

He, Shui Tailang, is a future pillar of the court, his status is extremely noble. How could he be the first assassin to jump out?
And now, thanks to his precise calculations, Li Feiyu, this seed, has finally sprouted and blossomed into the flower he most wanted to see!
Li Feiyu did not disappoint Shui Tailang. He was like a bull that had been completely enraged, charging headlong into the most sturdy door!
At this moment, Shui Tailang felt extremely satisfied, and the joy of watching a chess player watch the pieces fall into their predetermined positions with perfect accuracy, a feeling of having everything under control!
So this is what it feels like to manipulate people's hearts!
He understood instantly.

No, it wasn't an instant realization, but at this moment, Shui Tailang was completely certain—this was the script he had personally written, the most perfect opening!
Without the slightest fear, he rushed to Li Feiyu's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. His handsome face, which had been moistened by the Jiangnan water vapor for many years, turned red with extreme excitement. His voice was clearer and more infectious than Li Feiyu's roar, and it was more in line with the charm of a scholar.

"Brother Li's words are heart-wrenching! Every sentence pierces the soul!"

He first used a beautiful parallel prose to firmly bind himself to this suddenly appearing hero, sharing this moral halo that fell from the sky!
Then, he suddenly turned to the distant and lonely yellow figure in front of the Meridian Gate, and with a wave of his arm, his wide Confucian sleeves drew an arc in the air. His posture seemed to embody the spirit of all the sages who had spoken up for the people for thousands of years since Confucius said "to achieve benevolence" and Mencius said "to take righteousness".

He threw out his true demands with unstoppable force, like a javelin coated with deadly poison!

"We dare not presume to discuss state affairs! We are all Your Majesty's loyal ministers! We only beg Your Majesty for justice!"

"Your Majesty, please tell us when the palace examination will be held again? We have studied diligently for ten years, burning the midnight oil and exhausting our energy, not for personal fame or fortune, but only so that our path to serving the country will not be cut off without cause!"

"What is the purpose of our studying the classics? It is nothing more than 'cultivating oneself, regulating one's family, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world'! It is nothing more than 'being loyal to the emperor and serving the country'! Now we have no way to serve the country, and we are anxious and restless, unable to eat or sleep! We implore Your Majesty to reinstate the palace examination and select talents for the country! Let us have the opportunity to be loyal to Your Majesty and to shed our last drop of blood for the Ming Dynasty!"

Pretty!

It's so beautiful!
Those frail figures, already shivering in the cold wind, now gathered into a mighty force that could shake the very heavens!

The momentum is like a rainbow!

Li Feiyu turned his head and glanced at Shui Tailang beside him, who was completely immersed in the role of a tragic hero, with a martyr-like fanaticism shining in his eyes; he looked at the young faces behind them, which were completely distorted by the fanaticism of the group and could no longer see any rationality, only blind obedience and passion.

He knew that his mission was complete.

So he quietly took a step back, and then another.

The action was so natural, so inconspicuous. He made a gesture as if he were giving the brightest spotlight on the stage to Shui Tailang, the natural protagonist, while he himself seemed like a loyal and silent protector, a shadow who had successfully retreated, shielding Shui Tailang and the others in front of him!

His performance has come to an end.

From this moment on, he was merely a spectator mingling in the crowd. He would observe with the most indifferent gaze how fiercely the raging fire he had ignited would burn, and what it would do to those self-righteous protagonists and those who had pulled the strings behind them.

Meanwhile, another, even more important group of onlookers stood on one side of the palace gate in the distance, their hearts experiencing a silent revelry a hundred times more intense than the shouts in the square.

It was the ecstatic joy of finally finding an outlet after suppressing it for so long!
What can the Emperor do, no matter how powerful he is?!

This is the voice of every one of them, a wild roar echoing in their chests!
They recalled the swift and decisive actions of this young emperor since his ascension to the throne; his undeniable power had long since transformed into a suffocating sense of oppression hanging over everyone's heads.

He was like a tireless and fearless beast, tearing apart the tacit balance and understanding that had been formed in the court for over a century in the most brutal and direct way. It was as if he wanted to trample everyone under his feet with his own strength.

Fear, resentment, hatred... these emotions had long since accumulated into poison in their hearts.

And today, at this very moment! They finally saw hope that this beast was trapped!

Human power has its limits, and so does imperial power!

At this moment, these veteran officials seemed to have already foreseen the end.

Seeing the young emperor's ashen face, yet forced to retract his decree and bow his head in submission, they were struck by the sight of the emperor bowing his head in submission.

Faced with this situation, do you really think you can turn things around?!

impossible.

A morbid excitement, like fine wine, flowed through their limbs, and their hands, hidden in the wide sleeves of their court robes, trembled slightly with excessive excitement.

They eagerly awaited the first time they would see an expression of helplessness and submission on that young, defiant face.

however.

What they saw was not panic, not anger, not hesitation, not even the dignity and indifference that an emperor should have when faced with the offense of his subjects.

Amidst the deafening roar and countless gazes, a smile slowly appeared on the face of the young emperor who had remained silent all along.

It's very faint and light.

Like a chess player standing at the chessboard, after placing the last piece to kill the dragon and completely securing the victory, the almost cruel smile of a victor is revealed.

That smile was like the finest ice needle, piercing Qian Qianyi's heart, which was pounding wildly with ecstasy and excitement, even from a distance of a hundred paces.

A sudden, inexplicable chill crept up his spine from the soles of his feet, like the coldest venomous snake, instantly surging into his mind.

The muscles in his face froze.

wrong.

This game of chess seems... not yet over!
(End of this chapter)