Kong Sheng wanted to keep it quiet, but Kong Hanan didn't want to.
Confucius turned around suddenly, his eyes like swords. The saint's aura almost suffocated the eunuch Zhao Yao. Zhong Kui, who had just given the prince a nightmare, also trembled and was almost driven away by the righteous energy of Confucius.
But Kong Hanan was not afraid at all and looked into the eyes of Confucius.
"He is not worthy of being the emperor. Even the destiny of Da Qi does not protect him. You and I both know this!"
Confucius opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. Finally, his aura was lost and he softened.
People in their forties and fifties should be at an age where they are free from doubts and know their destiny, especially Confucius, who planned the overall situation of the world, successfully deified himself, became the prime minister of the dynasty, a saint in the world, and possessed all the power of heaven, earth and man.
But after this burst of energy dissipated, Confucius looked even more tired, and seemed a little lonely and helpless.
"Han An...give me some face..."
Kong Hanan shook his head.
"I give you face, but who will give face to my underworld? The prince? The future emperor?"
Confucius sighed deeply.
"But, he is the only descendant of the late emperor..."
"Don't worry, the court will give you and Zhong Kui an explanation..."
"Han'an, uncle, please, I have devoted my entire life to Da Qi. I don't want Da Qi to be destroyed!"
Kong Hanan finally understood why Kong Sheng had brushed aside the issues in the court in the evening.
Perhaps he already knew that the Great Qi was on the decline, but he just didn't want to admit it.
The Great Qi was about to end, and all it needed was a fuse, but Confucius was still being stubborn to the end.
This stubbornness made Kong Hanan feel a little sad...
When a huge ship sinks, no matter what the passengers think, the helmsman always wants to hold on to the end.
Kong Hanan has become a god, and the god of the underworld.
No matter what the Great Qi Dynasty was like, or what dynasties followed it, it had nothing to do with him.
Even though this cheap uncle in front of him had many disagreements with him, Kong Hanan didn't want to burst his last dream at this time.
He turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
"I will go and take His Majesty to the underworld..."
"We will be in the underworld, waiting for the court's explanation."
"But uncle, His Majesty once said something very good..."
"A saint. Can't he make mistakes?"
"I went to the heaven, and it wasn't as obedient as you thought..."
"And if there is a conflict between you..."
"As a member of the Underworld, I will only consider it on a case-by-case basis."
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