March 18th, the first year of Daxia.
The ceremony of the nine nations paying homage to the Emperor of Daxia will be held at the end of Chenshi today in the square outside the Tiande Hall.
This is the national prestige of Daxia and the supreme style of the Emperor of Daxia!
This is certainly a grand event in Daxia!
The officials in the court got up early in the morning, washed and dressed, and went to court in high spirits.
The people of Guanyun City have been talking about it these days, and their words are of course filled with pride.
Tuoba Wang walked through the streets and alleys of Guanyun City in the past two days, but he became more and more frightened in his heart - Guanyun City is too prosperous!
The Emperor of Daxia enjoys such a high reputation among the people!
There are more than two million people living here. What does that mean?
At its peak, Xingqing Prefecture, the capital of Western Xia, had a permanent population of one million, which was already considered a major event in Western Xia.
Today, Xingqing Prefecture has a population of only over 800,000, most of whom are women, children, the elderly and the young.
Adult men went to the battlefield in these years of war, and many of them died on the battlefield and never returned.
The entire Xingqing Prefecture was shrouded in a cloud of gloom, as if there was an invisible haze lingering, making even breathing feel oppressive.
But Guanyun City is completely the opposite!
There is a wide variety of goods here, and the faces of the people here are always filled with joy.
What they talked about most was their emperor and the brilliant blueprint that his emperor had drawn for Daxia.
Their lives seemed to have been elevated by Fu Xiaoguan. In their eyes, Daxia had a bright future.
"Do you think Daxia really has a bright future?"
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty dare not say."
"It's already late. We're going to the palace soon. What's there to be afraid of?"
Tuoba Yu was silent for a moment, then said, "I believe...at least as long as Fu Xiaoguan is alive, Daxia will have a bright future."
"You mean, if Xixia were to be incorporated into Daxia, it would also have a bright future?"
Tuoba Yu quickly bowed, "This... this depends on your Majesty's opinion. I dare to say a few words. If it is incorporated into Daxia, according to what the Daxia Emperor said at Guanyuntai, Xixia will be autonomous, and Your Majesty will still be in charge of Xixia, but... Your Majesty will no longer be Your Majesty. Your Majesty will become the Governor of the Xixia Autonomous Region, and you will be vassal to the Emperor of Daxia."
"That's one reason. The second is the unified imperial examination system adopted by Daxia. I've heard that even the Far East, formerly the Ryukyu Kingdom, now uses Daxia's unified curriculum. This is cultural assimilation, and it's exactly the national policy promoted by Fu Xiaoguan when Daxia was first established... a unified script, a unified wheel gauge, a unified system of measurement, and a unified code of conduct."
"In my opinion, in a few years, Xixia will no longer exist, and there will only be one country called Daxia in the world."
"So, it all depends on your decision, Your Majesty."
Tuoba Yu's words were not ambiguous, but he still did not explicitly persuade Tuoba Wang to give up the imperial power.
Because once you pick up imperial power and want to let it go, you need the courage to cut off your own arm.
There are few people in the world who can cut off their own hands to let the imperial power fall, even if the people can only stand up after the imperial power falls.
Tuoba Wang naturally understood this truth. He had been sleeping poorly these days, tossing and turning, and it was based on this idea.
Of course there are worries, such as Fu Xiaoguan turning against him. Of course, this is unlikely. After all, he, Fu Xiaoguan, is the emperor of Daxia, and his words are law, so he should have the magnanimity to do so.
But what about a hundred years later?
When the emperor of Daxia changed, could the Western Xia Autonomous Region still maintain its autonomy as before?
No one dares to make a guarantee because people's hearts are different.
If the imperial power is given up, the people of Western Xia will be able to be reborn, and the haze that has shrouded Xingqing Prefecture will probably dissipate, just like the Tailin City of the Yi Kingdom.
Giving up imperial power means that the country of Western Xia will cease to exist and the royal family will disappear.
If the imperial power is not given up, Tuoba Wang believes that Fu Xiaoguan will stand idly by, and then the Liao Dynasty will naturally benefit, and the people of Western Xia will be in an irretrievable situation.
It is difficult to let go and difficult to take.
At this moment, Tuoba Wang was extremely conflicted.
Tuoba Yu put the last straw at this moment -
"Your Majesty, I dare to say one more thing. Rather than being a king who loses his country, it is better to take a step back. Perhaps there will be a brighter future ahead."
Tuoba Wang was shocked and made a decision, but he said: "Let's wait and see when the court meeting comes."
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Yelu Dan and Yelu Hua also set off on their way to the palace.
In the carriage, Yelu Dan lifted the curtain and looked at Guanyun City, which had just woken up from a dream.
Guanyun City is already full of life, and all the breakfast shops on the street are open.
Some of the early merchants were already sitting in their shops, and farmers or traveling merchants carrying loads were already walking on the wide streets.
Everything here is so fascinating.
This is a prosperity that is incomparable to that of Daqing Prefecture, the capital of the Liao Dynasty.
The carriage passed by the Xinglinji shop, and the aroma from inside wafted into the air. Yelu Dan looked at the shop and smiled, saying, "Your Highness, after today's court meeting is over, I invite you to come to Xinglinji and try the snacks there. They are delicious, and you will definitely feel that your trip is worthwhile after trying them."
Yelu Hua glanced at Yelu Dan indifferently. The old prime minister was indeed old. At this time, he was actually thinking about food!
"I appreciate the Prime Minister's kindness, but I do feel that... when a country becomes enmeshed in a life of extravagance and decadence, its resilience may weaken."
"In the past few days, I have also been out for a walk and a look. I also went to Liuyuntai to have a couple of drinks and listen to some music."
"My opinion differs somewhat from the Prime Minister's. I believe that the nightly revelry at Liuyun Terrace and the pervasive atmosphere of Shili Pinghu are all signs of extravagance. This, in turn, demonstrates that the people of Daxia are not striving for progress and have no sense of crisis."
"So this kind of splendor is like a tower built on sand. It only needs a wave to collapse. Prime Minister, do you think what I say makes sense?"
You are the crown prince, you are the future monarch of the Liao Dynasty, and I am the prime minister, your subject. I am afraid that I will abdicate before you ascend the throne.
Yelu Dan smiled and nodded, "Your Highness, what you said is certainly reasonable. I am old, and with age, my eyesight is inevitably dim. When I pay my respects to you later, I ask Your Highness to do your utmost to secure greater benefits for the Liao Dynasty, lest I, as an old minister, bow down to the Great Xia Emperor and bring disgrace to the Liao Dynasty and Your Highness."
Yelu Hua's pupils shrank. This old man was obviously retreating to advance. Although he said nice things, he was sticking to his opinion in his heart.
I was just here to take a look, but luckily I'm here. So... "Then I won't be polite to the Prime Minister!"
Yelu Dan cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, you are welcome."
There is silence here.
Yelu Dan lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the increasingly busy scene outside. Yelu Hua did not see the sadness, despair, and compassion on his old face.
His appearance lasted only a few breaths before disappearing.
He made a decision at this moment - no matter what the result of the audience meeting was, he had to return to the Liao Dynasty and stop His Majesty's arrogant thoughts!
Su Changsheng, you are a discarded son of a talented person. You are going to lead the Liao Dynasty into the abyss!
You, damn it!
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