Priceless: A widow with a baby asks the prince to marry again

The emperor then said disdainfully: "You are still dreaming, there is no one in the world you can compete with?"

The old man shook his head and sighed, "When I was young, I also despised it. How can I achieve anything without fighting? After the country was destroyed, I wasted decades and now I understand..."

"The way of heaven is to make up for the excess of damage."

"If you fight for what God does not allow, you will lose it... Only by not fighting can you get what you deserve. If it is destined by God, no one in the world can fight for it."

Rui Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. He most disagreed with the idea of ​​governing by doing nothing!

"Since you are going to leave everything to fate, why not live out your old age in the mountains and forests?" The emperor mocked in a cold voice, but he did not need the old man to answer because he had made his own judgment in his heart.

He didn't believe that a former prince could truly agree with this! It's easy to change a country, but hard to change one's nature. The first ten years of a person's life determine the basic character of a person. How can a crown prince who has been responsible for the world since birth and cultivated into an adult be indifferent and free from disputes even if he has wasted a hundred years?

Moreover, the Northern tribes are naturally warlike, and the royal family of the previous dynasty is the best among them! Otherwise, how could they have trampled all over the world? How could they occupy an unprecedented vast territory?

Since the last prince has been born, there must be a purpose.

The emperor turned around and asked, "Did you get the information about the Northern Tribe from Shi Yu? What is his plan?"

The old man shook his head and smiled, "Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Your son has a noble fate, but misfortune and fortune depend on each other, and it is difficult for him to ascend to the throne. I have done my best and happened to be able to help you ascend to a higher level... If I follow the will of heaven, heaven will grant my long-cherished wish..."

The emperor couldn't help but frown at the mysterious words...

However, the emperor roughly understood the worldly meaning. The last prince was helping Chu Shiyu ascend to heaven, and the last prince could take advantage of the situation to achieve his own goals.

"No matter what plans you and Chu Shiyu have, you are in my hands now, and I will decide where you will go."

The emperor raised his eyes and said gently: "If you have any long-cherished wish, you may as well tell me. If it is harmless, I will also fulfill your wish on behalf of Shi Yu."

"Hahaha…"

The old man suddenly laughed, seeming to be happy but also helpless. He laughed and shook his head and said, "When I was young, my ambitions were as high as the sky. It took me decades to understand that people are actually no different from dust. If there is no blessing from heaven, the ambition to reach the sky is just a foolish dream..."

The emperor frowned even more deeply. The last crown prince had been acting like a mysterious monk since he appeared, but he was not interested in talking to him about these vague things...

"Since Your Majesty has spared my life, I think that Heaven has finally shown me some mercy."

On his wrinkled face, Seriguleng smiled deeply and painfully, muttering softly, "Existing in name only... should be better than disappearing into thin air."

The emperor's eyes suddenly became sharp as he looked at the old man in front of him!

The emperor had a plan to spare the life of the last crown prince, and it was related to the great cause of the future! But he didn't expect that the last crown prince already knew his plan?!

While being surprised, the emperor also realized: "Are you really a Taoist priest who can predict the future?"

"The secrets of heaven are incalculable, but the closer you are to the sky, the more you can see..." The old Taoist priest was still speaking in ambiguous words.

"My temple is called Baitian Temple. In layman's terms, what I study and practice depends on heaven. Water drips through a stone. After more than fifty years of piety, it has been of some use."

The eyes with fine lines on them looked even colder. The emperor understood the vague words of the last prince! Did the last prince really have the ability of a half-immortal? !

"Since ancient times, the one who rules the world is called the Son of Heaven, which is not an empty statement." The old Taoist priest continued.

"The rise and fall of a country depends on the destiny of heaven. The fate of hundreds of millions of people is in the hands of one person. He is appointed by heaven. If he lives long and prospers forever, he can naturally be called the Son of Heaven."

"However, throughout the dynasties, Your Majesty is one of the few people who are blessed by heaven." The old Taoist's eyes were clear and abrupt, and there was a bit of inexplicable in his eyes when he looked at the emperor...

The flattering words could not touch the emperor at all, but he still looked coldly at the last prince who was talking about the way of heaven, and let him continue.

“Heaven’s way is unkind, it treats all things as straw dogs; sages are unkind, they treat the people as straw dogs.”

The old Taoist showed a look of sincere admiration.

"Preserve the laws of nature and eliminate human desires! Below the laws of nature, above the saints! Your Majesty is practicing the laws of nature in the body of a mortal!"

The emperor still looked cold. Even if he spoke eloquently, what did it matter? Heaven's way? He ascended to the throne that did not belong to him by being cruel and ruthless! He had governed Daxia for nearly twenty years by being calculating!

Where does the way of heaven come from?

Forcing himself to dispel the sudden restlessness in his heart, the emperor recalculated in his mind how to use the last prince. The last prince's profound skills in divination were beyond his expectations!

However, the emperor also had a general understanding of the Book of Changes. Thousands of years ago, people would often use tortoise shells to predict good or bad luck for state affairs such as expeditions.

It is hard to say whether it is really accurate, but many ancient people gradually realized that the things predicted by divination are no different from the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror, and it is difficult to change the world itself. If you get a bad hexagram, it will cause panic and make people hesitate to move forward.

Therefore, as time went by, divination no longer affected decision-making. Daxia retained some Buddhist and Taoist things, which were used in sacrificial ceremonies, but they were all just a trick to calm the people's hearts.

At this time, the emperor thought about it carefully and did not think that the last prince's mastery of divination could change his fate!

What if the last prince knew about the plot in advance? Soon, the emperor would let the last prince know, and his old and weak body would be helpless and could only be manipulated.

The emperor investigated the life of the last prince, and found out that there was only a ten-year-old Taoist boy in a dilapidated Taoist temple in the southwest who was the last prince's apprentice. The boy looked completely like a Han Chinese and had been monitored by disguised pilgrims.

Although there has been no trace of the last crown prince's whereabouts in the past year or so, the emperor has full control over Daxia! Soldiers with more than a thousand men cannot escape his eyes and ears! And soldiers with less than a thousand men can hardly cause trouble in Daxia!

As for whether they have supported forces in the grasslands outside the country? Given the current situation, it should not have much impact...

However, the emperor did not like uncertainty, even if it was just a little bit, and there was cruel coldness in his voice: "The corpse with the bull head totem on its back should also work."

Seriguleng was stunned for a moment, then laughed helplessly: "I have been observing the sky all my life, and I have realized that the sky is unpredictable... If I get it, I am lucky, if I lose it, it is my fate."

The emperor looked at the sincere but distrustful respect across from him, narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Didn't you just say that it is better to exist in name only than to disappear into thin air?"

"Good and bad things are interdependent. According to the arrangement of the Holy Lord, I will be worshipped by some tribesmen, but I will also be cursed by many people... If God does not grant my wishes, it is useless to ask for them..."

The old man sighed in a very humble voice, and said softly: "Your Majesty has allowed me to return to that land in flesh and blood, I am already grateful... If there is anything else I can ask for, I only ask Your Majesty to allow me to see the vast grassland again..."

The wrinkled Ruifeng eyes were slightly stunned for a moment...

The last prince finally expressed his inner long-cherished wish, which was to return to his roots?