Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 260 The Daybreak

"Sir, Prime Minister Rong Xiang requests to see you."

Qi Zhaoshu glanced sideways slightly. The sunlight pierced through the clouds like a sharp sword and sprinkled on the white jade table. The once glorious prime minister, wearing solemn and slightly old court robes, walked up slowly. The mottled light and shadows floated, but it seemed vast.

"Your humble servant, greetings to you... Sir." Rong Xiang's lips trembled slightly, and he was a little hesitant, as if he was choosing the address carefully, as if he was tormented by Dayong's subversion.

He came in from outside and was even wet.

Rong Xiang's hands trembled slightly as he slowly raised them and touched the black hat that symbolized his position as prime minister. His fingers gently stroked the brim of the hat, as if bidding a silent farewell to his past glory and responsibilities.

Under the focus of everyone's attention, he raised his head slightly and looked at the high and indifferent sky. After a long time, he took a deep breath and pulled hard with both hands, and the black gauze hat fell off his bun.

As he took off his hat, his tied hair danced slightly in the wind, and a few strands of white hair gleamed with vicissitudes of life in the sun. He held the hat tightly in his hand, then bent his knees and slowly knelt on the ground, and the official hat was respectfully placed in front of him.

His forehead hit the cold ground heavily, making a dull sound, like a bell hammer hitting a bell, hitting the crumbling foundation of the old dynasty, and the lingering sound made everyone's ears buzz.

Rong Xiang's voice was hoarse but firm: "I am no longer the prime minister, but I want to express my gratitude. Today I wear my old clothes again and take off my hat to apologize... This old dynasty is like a rotten wood. We are incompetent. I am grateful to the righteous army for overthrowing this corrupt rule, establishing a new country, and returning peace to the people."

Qi Zhaoshu was surprised. He had heard of Rong Xiang's reputation. Every scholar in the world knew him. But who would have thought that their first meeting would turn out like this.

"Prime Minister Rong..." He hurriedly tried to help the other person up, but the other person just waved his hand.

"I have shed my official status and am no longer the prime minister." Rong Xiang looked thin, but his body was still straight and his character was still there. His forehead was red, and there was a bit of sadness.

Rong Xiang's bones would rather break than yield, but the last breath of warmth in his chest was exiled along with his last hope for the court.

"I have collected all the evidences of the injustice suffered by the Qi family, and now I will hand them over to you all at once." Rong Xiang took out a thick stack of papers, which were as wide as a finger, from his arms. Some of them were even stained with blood. They were the evidence of the innocence of the loyal and brave Qi family. Qi Zhaoshu's eyes felt a little hot.

Is this a token of surrender? Everyone around was surprised.

"I only ask that you keep Him fully clothed."

Every word is tearful and heart-wrenching.

It was not for Mu Yijun, but for Dayong, which had carried the world for a hundred years.

Although Dayong is corrupt, there are still people like Rong Xiang who try to turn the tide.

Their love for the country is sincere and honest, like the cry of blood of a cuckoo. They are willing to give everything. Even if they cannot resist the trend of the times and are powerless to change the situation, they still want to seek dignity for the country. They hope that this whole journey will be recorded in history books and passed on to future generations, which can be considered a complete success.

There was relief in Rong Xiang's eyes. Qi Zhaoshu knew what he meant and was also touched.

"Of course, I am also from Dayong." He was born in Dayong. The glory created by his predecessors has now come to an end. It is time for him, the descendant, to draw the curtain himself...

Only the vicissitudes of time can wash away all the filth, and vitality will begin to clear the veil and dust in people's eyes, and see the incomparable bright light of those who pursue the Tao that will last for thousands of years.

Isn't the Zhitong Society another path for Dayong?

The newborn country was born under the crotch of the corrupt Dayong. It inherited his people and his body, but will give birth to new hope...

"In that case, I will die without regrets!"

Hearing Qi Zhaoshu's agreement, Rong Xiang resolutely climbed over the city wall and was ready to jump into the city to die for his country.

Long before Rong Xiang finished speaking, several guards who had some understanding of the "good reputation" that scholars pursued were already ready to take action. When Rong Xiang was about to leap, they had already grabbed his arms like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food.

They had an "I knew it" expression on their faces, but their hands and feet were nimble and they dragged the person down from the wall. The scene seemed funny for a moment, but it added a bit of lightness to the serious scene.

This had been discussed long ago. If the person who committed suicide is useful, they would find a way to keep him/her. He/she could be used to build the new dynasty, and everyone would feel the pain of losing one.

The two sides are purely competing in speed, to see whether you can commit suicide faster or I can stop you faster.

Those who were not stopped were also screened - it would be better for the corrupt scholars to follow the old dynasty, which would save trouble. If they wanted to die for their country, they would not be stopped and their wish would be fulfilled.

Rong Xiang was held down by several burly guards, looking confused. When he came to his senses and looked at several faces, he just felt it was ridiculous. It was truly a case of being a man with both ends in one hand and making things even more difficult for him.

"Alright, alright, I won't die anymore!"

Rong Xiang struggled and turned into a stubborn fish, flapping his arms like several pairs of iron pincers.

After receiving Qi Zhaoshu's eye signal, these people let go of Rong Xiang and stood in a position to block all his "dead ends". The business looked very familiar. Rong Xiang's eyelids twitched, wondering if there were others who were stopped in the same tyrannical way as himself.

"Their methods were a bit rough, please forgive me, Mr. Rong."

Rong Xiang looked at Qi Zhaoshu's smiling face, his old face turned red, and he choked again: "..." He couldn't see any apology from the other party at all.

"The capital city was covered with snow, and the world was desolate. Many heroes flocked to it, and the lonely city was abandoned, and the past and present were overturned - but with the arrival of Zhitonghui, all this will be different..."

Qi Zhaoshu looked at the scenery of the capital city below the wall, as if he was talking to Rong Xiang, but also as if he was talking to himself.

Although I think this statement is somewhat high-sounding, but who is the person in front of me?

It was Qi Zhaoshu who was planning to make a move and bet on the fate of the dynasty between heaven and earth. Rong Xiang felt that this might be true.

In this broken and chaotic world, with blood all over the ground, it gave birth to such a handsome and unique gentleman, who was not stained by filth and seemed to have come from heaven, full of new life.

"Da Yong has already suffered enough, and it is not worth it for a loyal gentleman to die for his country. Its prosperity belongs to you, but its downfall is due to the general trend. How can the corruption of Da Yong be worthy of a hero? The world is suffering and needs to be rescued, sir."

Every word pierced his heart. Rong Xiang's eyes were sore, and he finally couldn't hold back his tears. He cried like beads, crying for the overthrow of the country, crying for the emperor's cruelty, and crying for himself...

At this moment, Rong Xiang's hat was like a symbol of the end of an era. A journey of blood and fire to change the world was about to begin...

All things are like straw dogs, fate is hard to predict, heaven and earth are cruel, but man can conquer nature.

The sky in the capital is bright, and the spring sun is shining brightly, leaving no trace on the snow.