The Seventh Prince's horse galloped all the way to the Imperial Road before being stopped. Two guards bowed and saluted, saying, "Your Highness."

The Seventh Prince laughed and greeted them. He mentioned the names of the two guards and said with a natural look, "Why, do I have to be searched even when I go to the palace?"

The two guards saluted and said, "It is our duty. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

"Haha, it was just a joke."

The seventh prince dismounted from his horse and spread his arms, allowing the men to search him. He hid the Jinzhou knife under his left wrist first. When they searched him, his fingers moved slightly, and slid down the wide cuffs of his gorgeous clothes silently. He then controlled his right wrist with his strong energy. This was a skill he learned when interrogating a snake spy.

He once used this skill to infiltrate the enemy camp and destroyed an army of 3,000 men by himself.

As for the evil spirit?

Military strategists and generals are inherently murderous.

If it were the men fighting at the border, they would most likely notice something was wrong, but these guards were only lingering around the imperial city, wearing luxurious armor and showing off everywhere, but they were just like puppets guarding the royal family. If they were to line up and fight, a thousand guards might not be able to defeat three hundred border troops.

The seventh prince passed the inspection safely, looking lazy, still riding his horse on the imperial road.

This imperial road is extremely long and the walls on both sides are extremely high.

There are towers in front and behind.

As long as the front and back gates are closed, there will be a city wall. The human energy is suppressed, and arrows rain down on both sides. Even the Taoist masters will suffer. The Seventh Prince's warhorse slowed down. The young man in bright clothes turned his back to the way he came, waved to the two guards, and said lazily: "I will drink with you when I come back."

He walked across the imperial road and just dismounted.

A eunuch led him to the side hall.

It was said that the saint was among them, and he went in again to deliver the message, and came out to say that the saint had summoned the Seventh Prince to come in. The Seventh Prince placed both hands on the door that had consumed a great deal of manpower and material resources, and suddenly exerted force, and the door was pushed open. The hall where the Human Emperor lived, even though it was a side hall where he handled government affairs, was still extremely magnificent.

Palace lanterns lit up the area on both sides. The Seventh Prince stood at the door. The sunlight outside broke the gloom in the hall like a sharp sword. The young man's eyes were like torches. In the side hall, the man known as a saint looked only about thirty years old. There were some simple meals on the table, and he was still dealing with memorials.

The Seventh Prince had sharp eyesight and was able to draw a heavy bow. He had excellent eyesight and could see the contents of those memorials.

[In the prefectures and counties, there was a bumper harvest, and the people had surplus food in their homes. This was all due to the great grace of heaven and the grace of the saints.]

The following are annotated with cinnabar.

[I know you want to flatter me, so don’t do anything. If you try to exploit the people, I will hold you accountable.]

Another person said: "In the criminal law, how many people should be executed? Please let the saint decide."

The annotation says: "Criminal law, whether it is killing or punishment, should be governed by law. However, if you have the virtue of loving life, please submit the file."

There are many files like this. The saint smiled and said, "It's almost the end of the year, and there are too many files. However, since they involve people's livelihood and criminal law, they must be checked. There is no other way, so I have to eat something here. Is your son ready to eat?"

He sniffed it and scolded with a smile: "Drunk Heaven Tower's wine and food, you, you, don't get too close to those military honors."

"All the noble families are entangled together like a web. If you get too close, you will inevitably be involved. Even if you are a general at the border, there will be all kinds of problems. Moreover, these sons of military meritorious service have not yet taken power, so they can still be brothers with each other."

"They will all become marquises of different families one day, and their interests will conflict with each other. If they start fighting, what will you do?"

"If we don't take action, it will be a faction, or a faction of military generals."

"Your father and I can still tolerate you, but your elder brother may not. Remember?"

He exhorted a few times, stretched out his hand to sweep down the files on the table, and spread out the many things in the lunch box, saying with a smile: "But whether you have eaten or not, you should still come and eat something with me. It's just right. I'm tired of looking at these files alone in here. It's a good thing to find someone to eat with."

"Come on, bring a set of bowls and chopsticks to my son, and then go make some dishes."

"yes."

The Seventh Prince was slightly shaken, and then he bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I greet you."

The emperor paused for a moment, then raised his head and looked at his tall son, who had just reached the age of twenty. He paused, put down his eating utensils, sat on the chair, shook his head and said with a smile, "You are my subject, not my son. It seems that you are here today for some serious business."

"Tell me, what trouble have you gotten yourself into? Did you beat up the son of some noble family? Or did you have a quarrel with some senior official in the Imperial Academy? They can't stand you and want to report you in court again? Tell me."

"You caused me a lot of trouble when you were young."

"But now, their fathers are not as powerful as your father, so go ahead and cause trouble. This time, your father can protect you."

"But don't hurt the people, don't do evil, and don't oppress the good."

The Seventh Prince was sitting opposite the Emperor, and he said slowly, "I was reading today and there was something I didn't understand. I thought about what the sage said, so I came here to ask, hoping to get an answer."

The emperor laughed and scolded: "You can actually read?"

"It's really rare."

Then he leaned back in his chair and said, "Ask now."

The Seventh Prince was sitting and asked, "What should I do as a younger brother?"

The emperor could not help but smile and replied: "Brothers should be friendly and respectful to each other, which is filial piety. We should respect our elder brothers, which is the same principle as filial piety."

"This is something a three-year-old child would understand."

"What? Are you having a conflict with your brothers? After all, you are blood relatives, like the palm and the back of your hand, so you have to support each other. After your parents are gone, you are the closest to each other in this world. If there is anything, you can talk about it openly, but don't fight."

The Seventh Prince lowered his eyes and said, "So that's how it is."

"So what should a father do?"

The emperor frowned slightly and said: "As a father, you should teach your children by example."

"There are those who are not worthy of being sons, and there are those who are not worthy of being fathers."

The Seventh Prince stepped forward. Because he was the main seat in the court, he knelt a few steps and was only a table away from the Saint. The Saint frowned slightly. The Seventh Prince raised his head, his eyes burning, and asked hoarsely, "What should the king do?"

The smile on the emperor's face had disappeared, and his eyes were looking at the Seventh Prince who was only three steps away.

The Seventh Prince did not suddenly rise up, like a dormant beast, and the Emperor did not immediately stand up in anger or shout. The air was like a taut bowstring. Both sides were restraining themselves. Such restraint came from the blood in their hearts and the last bit of luck. The Emperor replied, "The way to govern a country is to love the people."

"Love the people, love the people."

The Seventh Prince suddenly laughed several times and said, "A general's duty is to protect the country and the people and to eliminate the country's filth. What I am asking now is—"

"If a brother betrays his brother and kills his brother, can he be killed?!"

"Can a father who commits a great sin be killed?!"

"If a ruler kills the people in order to gain wealth and glory, should he be killed?"

The Seventh Prince stared at his father in front of him, his aura becoming more and more fierce with every word he spoke. The Emperor's expression finally changed suddenly, and he stood up suddenly and scolded: "Are you here to go crazy today?! Qilang, if you want to go crazy, go to the border and go crazy with those monsters. Don't come here. I still have to deal with memorials."

The Seventh Prince said, "Jinzhou."

The emperor paused slightly, his eyes sharp.

The Seventh Prince asked: "Did you do anything about Jinzhou..."

The hall was eerily quiet. The Seventh Prince asked in a hoarse voice:

"My son just wants an answer, Dad."

The emperor panted and sat down again, staring at the Seventh Prince in front of him, and said:

"yes."

The last bit of hope in the Seventh Prince's heart faded away, and he asked with gritted teeth, "Why?"

"Why!"

The emperor asked, "Why?!"

The Seventh Prince suddenly stood up, pressing the table. Military strategists have always been brave, and he was desperate and painful for his father. He did not give in and said angrily:

"Those are millions of ordinary people. How could you do such a thing? Why?"

The emperor swept his sleeves and knocked all the food on the table to the ground, staining the files. His eyes were like knives, and he did not give in. He shouted angrily: "What do you think your choice is?!"

"What is it? Something you can think about and consider over and over again?!"

"That's a rare opportunity in this lifetime!"

"Opportunities disappear in a flash!"

"It only takes a split second to make a decision. You know, you are a human being, I am a human being, and everyone knows that when emotions come up, there is no way to control yourself. The decision was made with great thought, but who hasn't regretted it afterwards?!"

The emperor pulled his son by the collar and pointed directly at the files that fell on the ground, saying:

"Come and take a look at these memorials!"

"Look at the world again!"

"The palace is full of high-ranking officials, the world is full of scholars, and the world is full of common people!"

"A huge sum of gold can turn friends against each other, a mere inheritance and a few houses can make brothers cut off contact with each other forever, and a county magistrate position can make those scholars who have studied sage books for more than ten years or even decades fight to the death. What do you think they would do in my position?"

"And what I faced back then was the greatest position in the world. It's right in front of you. All you have to do is nod and it will be yours."

“Ask yourself, who can bear it?”

“Even saints have their moments of hesitation, and when they are confused, they make decisions without any chance to regret.”

"I sent it out at the fastest speed. When I wanted to reverse it, it was too late. It was too late, you know?! If I took that wrong step, I would have been doomed. At that time, 600,000 cavalrymen were already stationed and would not move. If I dared to look back at that time, I would have died to thank the world!"

The emperor stared at his son.

The Seventh Prince said: "That's millions of people..."

"Millions, yes."

"But who can exchange their own life for someone else's?"

The emperor released his hand and said in a gentle tone: "I would rather let the world die and I live alone. The emperor is the biggest dictator in the world. If you don't have this awareness, what's the point of being an emperor?"

"Those scholars say that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen because he cannot bear to see the living and the dead, and that this is benevolence. Haha, haha, what a joke! Aren't they also eating meat? If eating meat without seeing the cooking of sheep and cattle is benevolence, then I have never seen those three million people, but I ate their flesh and blood, isn't that also [great benevolence]!"

"From this, we can see that all the people in this world, including millions of scholars, are nothing but beasts in human clothing with high-sounding words."

"They blame me because they are not the ones who eat meat."

The emperor continued, "If those people in Jinzhou were in front of me, I would definitely make the same choice as my elder brother. If I were to make the same decision again, I would let the cavalry enter Jinzhou, because I know that the cavalry would suffer huge losses, and I would not have to waste so many lives here to drag down my elder brother, but I did not."

"But no, what was in front of me at that time was only the supreme power and a number."

"At that time, I didn't have the experience and tolerance I have now."

The Seventh Prince asked: "Numbers?"

"Yes, numbers, in exchange for the supreme position."

“Even if there are more than three million bones under your feet?”

The emperor shouted, "My son is stupid!"

He said arrogantly: "Since ancient times, which hero has not had a pile of bones under his feet?"

“Only by standing here can I realize my ambition.”

"They should be willing to die for this, and have no regrets."

"No more regrets? A pile of bones?"

"hero?"

The Seventh Prince murmured several times, then suddenly burst into laughter, furious. A military strategist would assess the situation, know when to advance and when to retreat, and know how to endure. However, a military situational strategist would be like a sharp edge, which could be broken but not broken. The only one who was brave and furious raised his hand and suddenly flipped the table. It was only three steps away, but he had already crossed it in one step. The anger, despair and pain in his heart gathered like a furnace, and finally turned into an angry roar:

"Traitor!!!!"

The luck behind him roared suddenly and turned into a tiger. The tiger roared again and again, becoming more and more real.

"die!!!"

The blood evil of the military strategist suddenly exploded.

Sever the love between father and son, and sever the affection between family members.

In an instant, accompanied by the sound of the weapon entering the body, blood spilled on the file.

Blinding red.