The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's reaction was as if he was awakened by a sudden spring thunder. His eyes instantly became stunned, as if he was facing not a question, but an unsolvable mystery.

He stood there in a daze, unable to believe his ears for a moment, and pointed his trembling fingers at the tip of his nose, as if to confirm whether the question was really directed at him.

His voice trembled in the air, with a trace of self-mocking bitter smile, "How did you know that I had the intention to become the emperor of the human empire? Haha, maybe this is just a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding that none of us want to delve into. I have no desire for that throne. To me, it is like a mirage in the desert, visible but out of reach."

Meng Jin's eyes flashed with determination, and his tone was calm and firm, as if he was announcing his inner world to the world. "I have never had such ambitions. What I pursue is just a free life, a life where I can do whatever I want without being bound. Although the high position is glorious, I don't want to bear its heavy responsibility. I prefer to find happiness in the ordinary, rather than struggling in the vortex of power."

His words were full of honesty, without a trace of concealment or evasion, and every word seemed to flow from the bottom of his heart, striking the soul of the listener.

His words were like a poem, depicting his love for life and his longing for freedom, making it impossible to doubt his sincerity. His attitude, his eyes, and his words all told everyone that his desire for the throne was like ice melting in the sun.

He shook his head slightly, with a helpless smile, "You may have misunderstood me. I have never had such ambition. I just want to live every day well and help others as much as I can. That's enough. Becoming an emperor is not my dream, nor is it my pursuit in life." After Meng Jin's words fell, a sense of relief filled the air. His frankness made people feel at ease and made people respect his choice.

Qingque's voice is like a melodious zither, and every word strikes the heartstrings of the audience. Her words are profound and philosophical, and go straight to the core of human nature. "We are often deceived by appearances, thinking that those who are eloquent and swear are the ones who are really willing to do things. However, this is only one side of the story." She said slowly, with wisdom shining in her eyes.

"To evaluate a person's determination, we cannot just focus on the promises they make. Real will is a drive rooted deep in the heart and is closely linked to personal ability and potential." She emphasized that the flame of will needs to be ignited by actual ability, otherwise, no matter how ardent the desire is, it will be like a rootless fire and will not last.

"Those who seem to be taciturn and don't express their wishes strongly may be hiding great energy." Qingque continued, "They may be waiting, waiting for the best time, waiting for the right environment. Once the conditions are ripe, they may burst out with amazing action and turn their wishes into reality. Therefore, we cannot ignore those who seem low-key but have strength."

Meng Jin's smile slowly bloomed, like the first ray of sunshine in early spring, soft and powerful, instantly dispelling the haze around him. That smile was not simply happiness, but a kind of deep understanding and insight, as if he had foreseen his future, which was like a glacier under the sun, far away but destined to melt in glory.

His deep eyes trembled slightly, as if they contained endless stories, and every blink told of his tenacity and determination. His eyes burned with disdain for conventions and challenge to authority. He looked straight ahead, not afraid of any doubts or difficulties. His gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing the shackles that bound him.

"You tell me," he said calmly and powerfully, each word was like a polished pearl, jumping and echoing in the air, "Can I, an unknown post station clerk, or a neglected little noble, overcome numerous obstacles, ascend to the pinnacle of power, and sit on the throne that everyone is looking forward to?"

There was a hint of self-mockery in his voice, which was an understatement of his past identity.

Qingque, with his smart eyes flashing with admiration, nodded slightly, expressing his deep respect for the wise man in front of him. "Sir, your talent and courage have undoubtedly surpassed the scope of ordinary people. In that symbolic ring exchange action, your strategy was like a brilliant move in a chess game, which made people applaud. You skillfully wove a network of relationships, allowing all parties to dance harmoniously under your planning. Your insight into people's hearts and control of the overall situation are truly outstanding." He paused, his tone becoming more firm, "And now, facing the great cause of the revival of the North Sea Empire, you have demonstrated unparalleled leadership and decisiveness. In times of difficulties and turbulence, you are like a pillar in the stream, leading us to break through the waves and move forward step by step towards the dawn of victory. You are not only the emperor of the human empire, but also a beacon in our hearts, illuminating our way forward!"

The corners of Meng Jin's mouth rose slightly, revealing a gentle and confident smile, as if a spring breeze was blowing across the lake, calm and full of power. "Haha," he chuckled, his eyes flashing with anticipation, "Go on, I'm all ears." Qingque straightened his body, revealing his admiration for Meng Jin in his words: "Your name is now well-known among the nobles of the Human Empire. They talk about you and praise you. Even the noble Princess Ziyang regards you as her right-hand man, as indispensable as her left and right hands! Your wisdom and courage have been deeply imprinted in their memories."

Meng Jin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the smile contained a profound meaning, as if there were endless stories behind the indifferent smile. "Indeed, your point of view makes sense." He said slowly, his eyes deep and calm, "However, if I am compared with those children of the great families standing at the top of the human empire, I may only be a drop in the ocean. Their power is like a mountain, and their foundation is profound, just like the bright stars illuminating the night sky. And I, perhaps more like a speck of dust in the sea of ​​stars, although I also exist in the vastness, it is difficult to be compared with those dazzling stars." His tone was calm, without the slightest jealousy or unwillingness, only a self-aware humility and a clear understanding of his own position.