"If Duguquan was not so keen on becoming an immortal, I would still consider letting him ascend the throne."
Xue Cong said with a helpless smile, "It's a pity that he is not as keen on power as his mother.
If the world of Daqi falls into the hands of that woman , the world will no longer be the world.”
"That's not certain.
What if Zhao Yunying is a person who is good at governing the world?
Don't look down on women," Zimin sneered.
Xue Cong shook his head: "Although she has great ambitions, she has no vision and cannot guide the world in the right direction.
After all, her vision can only be limited to the harem."
Zimin fell silent, and Xue Cong hit the nail on the head as expected.
Duguquan's devotion to Taoism was a secret that no one knew about.
Even Emperor Hua didn't realize what he was thinking, so he deliberately passed the throne to him.
But if he had always been clean and self-sufficient and unwilling to leave any heirs, that would be impossible.
"Emperor Hua was killed by Zhao Yunying, and his edict was also forged," Zimin asked again.
Xue Cong laughed: "You don't need to ask me for confirmation on this matter.
The most important thing for you now is to unite the power of Xuanming Sect and Jiangnan.
A war is about to come."
He stood up slowly, patted his robe, and left gracefully.
Zimin suddenly remembered something and chased after him and asked: "Did you deliberately let my mother-in-law come to the military camp?"
Xue Cong looked at him and laughed, standing in front of a stall selling scallion pancakes on the side of the street: "Bring me two scallion pancakes."
“Okay” The vendor handed them two fried cakes.
Xue Cong took one and gestured to Zimin: "Please treat me to breakfast, don't you mind?"
Zimin had no choice but to hold the hot pancake, put it to his mouth and took a bite.
Then he took out a few coins from his pocket and threw them into the vendor's hands.
Xue Cong started eating with great taste and walked forward while eating.
Zi Min had to follow him.
After finishing the scallion pancake, Xue Cong ordered another portion of soy milk and a portion of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
He wiped his lips and nodded until he was satisfied.
Zimin hurriedly finished eating with him and said impatiently: "Please let Baiyin go quickly.
She is making trouble in the military camp.
It's too shameful."
Xue Cong seemed not to have heard what he said.
He suddenly turned around and looked at the bustling street behind him and said, "Do you think they are happy?"
Zimin glared at him and followed his gaze towards the street he had just walked along.
Smoke rose from the stalls selling breakfast on the street.
There were row upon row of vegetable vendors, and there were constant shouts.
People came and went, choosing the goods they wanted.
It was a prosperous scene.
"If suddenly, the prosperity of this world is replaced by war, the smoke turns into smoke, and the vendors and the people turn into opposing soldiers, what will this street be like?"
Xue Cong said softly.
Zimin's heart tightened suddenly, it would really be a hell on earth It’s not like he has never experienced war.
A war decades ago caused him to completely lose his country and home.
"I hope you can use your only war to exchange for the short-term tranquility and peace of the world."
Xue Cong smiled and left, leaving him alone in the middle of the crowded street, meditating.
After a while, he suddenly remembered something, but found that Xue Cong had disappeared.
He couldn't help shouting: "What should I do about my mother-in-law?"
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The people next to him burst into laughter, and someone immediately continued what he said: "As long as your wife is happy, your mother-in-law will be happy.
There is no need to ask."
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