From a young age, he had resolved to be an Emperor whose name would be celebrated in the annals of history. But with this edict of self-criticism, that dream was shattered. It would be difficult to even leave behind a good name. Those Historians would show no mercy.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
A voice echoed relentlessly in his mind. The killing intent in Li Chengyuan's heart grew stronger and stronger, to the point where he wanted to slaughter every last court official in the grand hall.
Li Chengyuan snapped his eyes shut.
Only then did the voice in his head gradually quiet down. He took a deep breath. "Do as Minister Han suggests. Court is dismissed."
Just then, a resonant voice rang out, "Court is adjourned!"
Li Chengyuan felt a sense of disorientation. Turning his head, he realized the attending eunuch had long been replaced. Wang Fu was long dead.
Soon, he was the only one left in the grand hall.
Li Chengyuan suddenly felt a pang of loneliness.
