Knock knock!

The guests dispersed in silence, and a gentle knock on the door came from outside the classical and elegant study.

"Come in."

Zhou Rou took a cup of steaming fragrant tea and backed out of the room, respectfully serving it to Zhao Yinshun.

"What's wrong? Do you have anything to ask?"

Sensing the hesitation in her eyes, Zhao Yinshun took a sip of fragrant tea and asked casually.

"Are they really useful? A group of simple-minded martial...reckless men, are they really worthy of Your Majesty's care?"

"Um...how should I say it?"

Putting down the tea in his hand, Zhao Yinshun pondered for a moment, organized his words, and then said leisurely.

"Converting a deer into a horse and confusing right and wrong is the specialty of Confucianism. The authority of their positions has destined them to be naturally dominant in public opinion. In this regard, many [emperors] throughout the ages have been kept in power by them, let alone us..."

"If we engage in a public opinion war with them, we will fall into the opponent's rhythm and use our shortcomings to defeat the enemy's strengths."

After a pause, Zhao Yinshun looked at Zhou Rou with a questioning look.

"So, how do you think we can turn this around?"

"…………"

After thinking carefully for a long time, Zhou Rou spoke cautiously.

"Perhaps, we can rely on the relationship in the court..."

But before he finished speaking, Zhao Yinshun shook his head in disappointment.

"You are still bound by traditional thinking and subconsciously think that power comes from the superstructure."

"Even if we have a relationship in the court, doesn't it mean that Confucianism doesn't exist?"

"They have taken root in every aspect of the ruling class for thousands of years, and their intricate interest network will only be stronger than ours, so strong that even the [Emperor] can't do anything to them!"

Otherwise, who do you think is responsible for the rise and fall of empires?

Of course, Zhao Yinshun didn't say the last sentence, he just sneered disdainfully.

"Today's Confucians have long forgotten the glory of the ancient times, and what remains is a group of dressed-up beasts who talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, but secretly engage in male thieves and female prostitutes."

"Even if I don't want such a thing as righteousness, these trash can't be allowed to use it to attack me!"

After saying that, Zhao Yinshun looked at Zhou Rou quietly.

"You grew up in this era, and it is difficult to break through the current [cognitive barrier], but as the person I like, you should have a vision that transcends the times..."

"This subordinate deserves to die, I have let you down, Your Majesty."

Seeing Zhou Rou half-kneeling next to her with guilt, Zhao Yinshun laughed and shook his head.

"To give you a hint, the rest of Damin is lifeless and the people are numb and ignorant, but why is [Liu Yin Fengguo] so full of vitality? Is it just a certain [hero] who turned his hand to make clouds and rain?

Everything?”

However, unexpectedly, Zhou Rou nodded firmly without hesitation.

"Yes, all the glory is created by your Majesty's hand!"

"…………"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yinshun rubbed his brows painfully as he was being wound around.

"I am an exception. Besides me, who else do you think has the greatest credit?"

"…………"

After pondering for a long time, Zhou Rouruo looked at the boy in white with enlightenment.

"You want to say that power comes from the people?"

"Smart, those seven fools before are the embodiment of the power of the people. The battle between us and Confucianism is actually to compete for the hearts and minds of the people."

"However, due to the natural disadvantages of professional power, we are destined to be unable to use normal public opinion to fight back..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yinshun sighed helplessly.

"In the field of public opinion, our voice is too quiet and no one can hear it..."

"Even if someone hears it, they can use extraordinary power to misinterpret and tamper with your meaning, mistake a deer for a horse, and confuse right and wrong..."

"It's like if I kill people, they will only publicize how bloodthirsty and cruel I am, and they won't mention what kind of garbage the people who were killed are. Instead, they will pick out a few and sell them to show off my evilness."

"Until a certain stereotype is formed and solidified into a national consensus..."

After a pause, Zhao Yinshun raised the corners of his mouth with a sinister smile.

"A lot of words make gold, but accumulation of words makes a lot of money."

"Thousands of people can blame you for dying without illness."

“Distorting the world’s cognition, solidifying ideology, rallying people’s minds to confuse right and wrong, [verbal and written criticism] [the target of public criticism]… The power of Confucianism is indeed powerful, I would like to call it the strongest [political correctness]!”

"Political correctness?!"

Zhou Rou's eyes lit up, and she chewed this weird and unfamiliar word carefully. The authority of the "official way" in her soul was faintly touched, as if she had realized something extraordinary.

Definition correct...

My will is right!

On the other side, Zhao Yinshun didn't pay attention to her subtle expression. He looked out the window sadly, as if trapped in distant memories, and murmured to himself.

"However, the red neck of the ugly country is Tu Yile. If you really want to be tough, you have to look at me, Damin Wufu!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Yinshun looked at Zhou Rou.

"This move is called changing lanes to overtake, and dimensionality reduction attack. If you dare to block my mouth, I will kill you!"

"We, no, their warriors are like stones in a shit pit. Violence cannot make them surrender. Only by letting them see and listen for themselves will the tendencies in their minds turn around."

"And once they find out that they have been deceived, they will feel deeper guilt for me as the 'victim' and will be more active in clearing my name."

"Well, this move is called iron powder refining..."

"Please call me Zhao·Dong·Yinshun·King from now on!"

Although she has long been accustomed to her master often saying some difficult words, this time Zhou Rou still had a hard time listening and could only nod her head in confusion.

"Your Majesty!"

"…………"

I suspect you are playing tricks on me!

Zhao Yinshun rolled his eyes at her angrily and spread his hands.

"Of course, I admit that I have the idea of ​​​​cutting leeks. After all, since I have become more and more powerful, the number of leeks delivered to my door has become less and less."

"Even on the Shenli battlefield, the saintly geniuses from all continents were walking around me. It was obvious that they were not like this before..."

“They used to love giving them away!”

Listening to Zhao Yinshun's aggrieved sigh, Zhou Rou had a complicated expression and hesitated to speak.

You lead a divine general and kill an army of 100,000 people all the way until rivers of blood flow. Only those saints who are gifted and saints will be fooled if they don't use their brains.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhou Rou changed the subject without leaving any trace.

"But do you think those seven people can shoulder the heavy responsibility?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yinshun shrugged indifferently.

"They are just seven seeds. The key lies in the constant stream of heroes from all walks of life who will challenge me in the future."

"As long as they see the actual situation in Luzhou, it will be difficult for Confucian authority to distort their understanding. A single spark can start a prairie fire..."

……………………

However, Zhao Yinshun did not expect that the first Spark that came to his door would be an old acquaintance.

"You promised me not to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Looking at those clear emerald green eyes, the boy in white blinked his eyes and held her shoulders seriously.

"Iris, I really didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, you believe me!"

"They say you kill people for fun, but I don't believe it... You never swing your sword at the weak."

Hearing this, before Zhao Yinshun could be happy, the blond girl changed the subject.

"But they say you take pleasure in killing loyal people. I believe it. You just like to kill those self-righteous 'strong men'!"

"…………"

Iris, you understand me.

Patting Zhao Yinshun's hands away, Iris looked directly into his eyes.

"Perhaps the vast majority of these people deserve to die. I am not qualified to ask you to let them go, but I just want to remind you that when you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring into you..."
To be continued...