Where does this involvement come from?
Kong Hanan didn't dare to think about it anymore.
He spoke hoarsely and asked Jiang Xiaobai.
"What does this have to do with what you did?"
The old emperor snorted again.
It's not just a chuckle, but also a sneer, or perhaps the movement of the vocal cords.
"I am the son of destiny. I am a legend..."
"Teacher is the reincarnation of a god. Do you think I can trust him by my side?"
Kong Hanan gritted his teeth.
"But he set the rules for the human world! If it weren't for his restrictions, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to unify the country at all."
The old emperor looked at him with stiff eyes.
"I once said that one day I would rule the country with him..."
"But, I feel that I can't outlive him..."
"My two sons are far inferior to me in terms of prestige, connections, and strength. How can my two foolish children compete with him for the remaining half of the kingdom?"
Kong Hanan said hatefully, "You know, the teacher is not that kind of person!"
The old emperor uttered "Ha!" again.
"He's not, then what about his disciples..."
"Where are the monks from the Daoist sect?"
"I am the emperor! What I need to consider is the stability of my country. I cannot place my hopes on a single person, or even a single god."
"I understand the Prime Minister's plan to deify the gods. Is it better to let my people suffer temporarily in exchange for peace in the afterlife, or is it better to let the world fall into chaos again after my death?"
"From my perspective, what would you choose?"
Although the old emperor's voice was dry and harsh, it became increasingly severe, like a heavy hammer, beating Kong Hanan's heart.
Kong Hanan opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment.
This is the classic proposition.
Live well now, or suffer for a while now and look to the future?
Kong Hanan understands the old emperor...
When mature people in high positions think about problems, they always assume the worst.
Although it is unacceptable, it is also difficult to refute.
But the old emperor was like an autistic patient. He finally found someone to chat with and kept asking questions.
"A saint will never make mistakes? Will he never make any mistakes?"
"My Prime Minister has not dared to come to see me until now!"
"Didn't you say you wanted to serve me?"
"Well, my first request is to let me meet him!"
As soon as the words fell, Confucius's gentle voice sounded outside the door of the imperial study.
"If Your Majesty feels that seeing me would make you feel better, then I will come in right away."
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