"You get to choose?" Ling Xiao looked at him with some suspicion.
The system nodded quickly, and a pair of large, wet eyes suddenly appeared on the ball of light, blinking and trying to express their earnest wishes to Ling Xiao.
"Ugh," Ling Xiao couldn't bear to look and turned away, waving her hand in agreement, then added:
"By the way, it's best to choose women when selecting people."
"Why?"
"In this world, men are superior to women. Men enjoy many privileges and have countless paths to take, but women are different. They are of low status and suffer a great deal of hardship, and often have no one to turn to for help."
Women, as believers, are more likely to give their all.
"Oh, is that all?" the system asked casually.
Ling Xiao raised his tail and smacked the system hard, his eyes deep and unfathomable, but that wasn't all.
In her chessboard, the temple dedicated to Liu Xian will take firm root in the Ming Dynasty, and every city, and even every village, will have the faith in Liu Xian.
However, such a thriving network of beliefs might offend the imperial court and the royal family.
Two tigers cannot share one mountain; this is a lesson learned from history. Those involved in religion are particularly prone to rebellion...
Ling Xiao needs a group of steadfast people to help her.
There are two kinds of people in the world: men and women. Men have too many choices, so Ling Xiao can only choose women.
She lowers a rope for these women struggling in hardship, and even if that rope is a thin spider silk, these women will grasp it as if it were a precious treasure.
Because the others don't even let their silk hang down, and they even want to cut off their outstretched hands.
...
The last day of the fifteenth year of the Hongwu reign marked the beginning of the new year.
The capital city.
In a three-courtyard house, the twenty-five-year-old young mistress, Madam Yu, lay on the bed with her eyes open, staring intently at the embroidered "Hundred Sons and Thousand Grandsons" picture on the bed curtains.
With a creak, the door was pushed open, and Yu turned around excitedly to see her husband, Hong Quan, walk in.
Yu's maniacal laughter aggravated the pain in her internal organs, distorting her face into a grotesque grimace.
"Did you come to see if I'm dead? Let me tell you, I won't die, I won't!"
“This is an insult to civilization. Look at yourself now, you don’t even look like a human being anymore. You should die sooner, and the Hong family’s ancestral graves will give you a place.”
Hong Quan's expression changed, and he looked at the emaciated woman on the bed with disgust.
This crazy woman, a madwoman still wants to get married, it's against all reason and justice. I'm just trying to correct my past mistakes.
They completely forgot that this "madwoman" was someone he had begged his mentor to marry, swearing oaths and promises.
After the Yue family fell from grace, the once "beautiful woman" went mad.
Yu seemed not to hear Hong Quan's insults; her eyes became vacant, and she muttered, "Bitch, bitch, all bitches..."
"Madman." With that, Hong Quan turned and left.
Yu was still uttering curses in a daze. After a long while, a maidservant brought in medicine and calmly helped Yu up.
"Miss, drink your medicine," the maid said calmly. "The people monitoring outside have all slacked off."
Madam Yu's eyes darted around as she drank her medicine, asking, "Have you done what I asked you to do?"
"Don't worry, young lady, I bought a whole bag of arsenic syrup, enough to kill the entire Hong family."
The maid spoke horrifying words, but her hands remained steady as she fed the medicine.
Yu laughed again, as if afraid of being discovered, biting the corner of the blanket tightly with her teeth, her saliva soaking the blanket.
"Hong Quan, you despicable woman! Back then, you were just a poor scholar who couldn't even afford to eat. You used my father to rise to power, and now that my father is dead, you think I'm an eyesore and want to marry a high-society lady. Well then, you should all just die..."
The maidservant couldn't help but feel heartbroken seeing her mistress's abnormal state. She was a servant born into the Yu family and had grown up alongside Madam Yu, with whom she shared the closest bond.
The Yu family were officials, and Yu Shi was the youngest daughter, who was pampered from a young age. She was not only beautiful but also exceptionally talented; her only flaw was a congenital illness.
She would faint and have convulsions when she got excited, which made it difficult for her to get married. Despite being excellent in every way, she had this disease, which made her personality even more sensitive and stubborn.
It's better to never get married in this way.
But then Hong Quan suddenly appeared...
The maid wiped Yu's mouth with a handkerchief and thought coldly, "Since the young master has sworn that he will die a horrible death if he betrays the young lady, then the whole family might as well die!"
Just then, a charming and languid voice suddenly rang out:
"I never expected there to be such an amusing person among my followers. Hey, you're going to kill your husband's entire family, aren't you afraid of losing your own life as well?"
That's right. According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, if a wife kills her husband, she will be sentenced to hanging, not to mention wiping out the husband's entire family, whose ashes will be scattered.
Yu's expression suddenly changed, and a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes. How could there be other people's voices in the room?
Then it dawned on her—the self-reference, and the words "believer"... The maid exclaimed in surprise:
"It's Liu Xian!"
Yes, Madam Yu remembered that she had once thought of praying to the gods to make Hong Quan suffer a terrible death, but because she thought that the orthodox gods and Buddhas would not care, she kowtowed to the Willow Immortal...
However, nothing happened after she asked, so Ms. Yu decided to support herself.
In a state of heightened excitement, Mr. Yu said directly:
"I'm willing to trade my life for the lives of everyone in the Hong family. It's worth it." Anyway, I'll be driven to my death by that bastard Hong Quan.
The maid was extremely anxious. "Miss should be more tactful," she thought. In her memory, gods all liked kind, hardworking, and virtuous people, certainly not someone like Miss.
The next moment, his voice clearly carried a hint of laughter:
"I admire your courage, little believer. I don't like fools who beg for mercy when a knife is at their throat."
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