Possessing supreme power, the power of life and death for all people in the world, is a double-edged sword. The other side of the sword is as Yunyao said: everything will become beyond recognition.
Over the years, he has been able to be the domineering Feng Danyuan because he had the imperial power to pave the way for him and clear the obstacles behind him.
For example, when he first took command of the 800,000-strong army of the Yun Kingdom, his relationship with the civil servants was at loggerheads. One after another, the impeachment papers were put on the emperor's desk, but they were suppressed one by one. Not only that, the emperor also
Talk to the cabinet in person and appease the ministers.
He didn't grow crooked, all because someone was pulling all this.
He is an eagle, but the eagle's talons are tied with a thread. One end of this thread is in the emperor's hand.
Today, the emperor's attitude means that he wants to pull back the thread.
Someone came at the door, it was Lu Zheng.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor has summoned you to the Zichen Palace." The chief chamberlain lowered his head and could not see his expression - but even if he raised his head, there was no clue on his face.
People in the palace are accustomed to wearing a thick mask as the outermost layer of armor.
He learned it soon after entering the palace.
It's just that most of the time, he is too lazy to wear it.
"Your Majesty, thank you for accompanying me into the palace and letting me take shelter from the wind and snow." Feng Danyuan's red lips curved in a warm arc, and the coldness and evil spirit of the past were gone from his eyes.
Yunyao was slightly startled.
This seemed to be the first time that Feng Danyuan thanked her seriously.
She also heard the double meaning in his words: after twenty years, is this road finally coming to an end?
"Go ahead, I'll sit here for a while." Yunyao nodded. If it was time to say goodbye, she would give him another ride.
Feng Danyuan turned around and strode out of the side hall.
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In the Zichen Palace.
The emperor was sitting in the dragon chair. Although he was nearly forty years old, his posture was still upright, but his brows showed signs of fatigue and vicissitudes due to years of hard work and sleep.
"Your Excellency, Feng Danyuan, I would like to kowtow to Your Majesty." Feng Danyuan bowed respectfully.
The emperor looked at Feng Danyuan and said nothing.
Feng Danyuan also maintained his kneeling posture, motionless.
"Get up and give me a seat."
The last sentence was addressed to Lu Zheng.
Lu Zheng quickly asked the young eunuch to bring a chair, then quietly withdrew, closing the door quietly, not daring to listen to another word of the conversation between the monarch and his ministers.
Feng Danyuan Shi Shiran sat down on the chair, with a calm smile on his face, as usual between the two of them.
"Your Majesty, when did you know about my life experience?" Feng Danyuan got straight to the point.
"Shortly after you commanded the 800,000-strong army of the Yun Kingdom." The emperor also spoke frankly.
"Oh, that's quite early." Feng Danyuan nodded, and the smile on his face disappeared: "So, you handed over the army of Yun State to me. Firstly, you will use my hand to unify the four regions. Secondly, you will hand over the army of Yun State to me.
Once the Northern Territory is completely destroyed, I will never know my identity, and it will be good to remain the Chen King of the Yun Kingdom."
The emperor's thin lips pursed into a straight line.
He taught Feng Danyuan step by step, so he was not surprised at all that he could guess this.
Feng Danyuan's qualifications are much higher than the prince's. In the past, Feng Danyuan would have been the prince's best minister, but what about in the future?
He is no longer sure.
Feng Danyuan is the best sharp blade. This sharp blade can help him create a prosperous age, and it may also destroy the Yun Kingdom.
To keep it or to destroy it?
This is something he can't make up his mind these days.
