The Emperor gave too much, and the system, dissatisfied, has turned evil.

Chapter 52 Deceiving the world and fooling all living beings: The emperor's cunning!

Why are you so startled, young lady?

Li Congxin in the pavilion gently raised his hand in the air again, and Mo Xiangran, who was staggering outside the pavilion, was lifted up by a gentle breeze and stood up again.

Li Congxin smiled calmly.

Mo Xiangran was still in shock, staring at Li Congxin in disbelief.

"Is this gentle and refined young man the Taiqian Holy Son I'm here to meet?"

"Is he Li Congxin, the Son of Heaven?"

"Young Master Taiqian, you are actually a refined and exceptionally talented gentleman?"

She kept asking herself, "This temperament, this demeanor, how could he be the good-for-nothing the world calls him? How could he be the vicious, violent, frivolous, and lecherous person she previously thought he was?"

It turns out that the rumors from the outside world were all false, and his own absurd conjecture was utterly ridiculous.

Suddenly, her face turned bright red.

It was a blush of shame and embarrassment.

Then, with his hands folded over his abdomen and his body swaying gracefully like a Buddha, he solemnly said, "Xiangran has been very impolite, and I apologize to the Holy Son."

She is a practitioner of Confucianism and Taoism, and pays great attention to her words, actions, and thoughts—all of which are forms of spiritual practice. To presume to know about others is not only disrespectful but also offensive, and therefore constitutes impolite behavior.

"Don't worry about it."

For Li Congxin, this was perfectly normal. In his world, people were all sensitive, fragile, and violent. Many people were irresponsible and spoke without thinking, and there were countless demons who would expose people online to the point of depression, jumping into rivers, or breaking down and jumping off buildings.

"Xiang Ran has come here on His Majesty's orders to seek advice from the Holy Son on the art of being an emperor and the way to govern a country."

Faced with such a brilliant and talented person, how could Mo Xiangran dare to call herself a teacher?

However, she still thought to herself that although Li Congxin was exceptionally talented, he had never entered the court or interfered in politics. Perhaps he had no knowledge of the art of being an emperor or the way to govern a country.

I would be overjoyed if I could be his teacher, such a handsome and talented man.

"That's it."

Li Congxin understood that it must be because of that book, "Zhenguan Zhengyao" (Essentials of Governance in the Zhenguan Era). His elder sister, the Empress, was greatly surprised when she saw it, so she specially sent a talented woman to test him.

"Then let's talk about the art of rulership first," he said with a smile. "I wonder what your thoughts are, young lady?"

Mo Xiangran's expression brightened slightly, and she said in a clear voice, "Xiangran believes that the most important aspects of the art of rulership are four points: establishing authority, using emotional and financial incentives, mutual supervision, and decentralizing power."

"The girl's summary is good."

Li Congxin nodded slightly in approval.

He smiled slightly and said, "However, what you've described is merely the art of rulership, only the basic skills of an emperor. What's more important for an emperor is the art of the emperor's mind!"

"intention?"

Mo Xiangran looked surprised and bowed deeply: "Please enlighten me, Holy Son."

"Anyway, I'm in good spirits right now and not sleepy, so I'll just tell you a few things. Remember them, and you can tell my older sister when you get back."

Li Congxin was not feigning modesty. Now possessing the bearing of a god-like emperor, the supreme ruler, the true dragon son of heaven, the supreme emperor, the one who commands the land, and whose name will be etched in history, how could he not understand the way of the emperor?

"First, take advantage of it."

"what?"

The two words he uttered surprised Chu Feige and Yi Susu, who were standing nearby.

Mo Xiangran also frowned slightly.

Li Congxin didn't care about the others' reactions. With his hands behind his back, he strolled around the pavilion like a teacher imparting knowledge, and began to speak leisurely.

"Utilize! A ruler cannot do everything personally; he must know how to use people. To mobilize the enthusiasm of the people of the world for one's own use is the great way of a king!"

"Secondly, selfishness."

"To be an emperor, one must be the most selfish person!" "The greatest selfishness is to possess the world. To gain the world and achieve the greatest selfishness, one must first be selfless and not compete for petty gains. This is the iron law for becoming a king."

"Thirdly, moderation."

"In doing anything, one must have principles and moderation; exceeding those limits will lead to the opposite result. Therefore, a true ruler must be adept at seizing opportunities and assessing the situation."

"Fourth, acting."

"To persuade and move people to accept one's own propositions or opinions is a superb art. And the most important part of it is how to understand people's true intentions."

"Hmm."

Yisusu and Chu Feige seemed to understand, but started nodding repeatedly.

Mo Xiangran's expression of humility and willingness to learn grew stronger.

These words gave this talented woman a feeling that a single conversation with a wise man was worth more than ten years of study; in many places, everything became clear. "This one word, 'performance'."

Li Congxin emphasized: "In short, when dogs meet, they either sniff or lick each other; but when people meet, they either pretend or act."

"And an emperor must have superb acting skills to deceive the world and fool the masses, yet he must also make the masses sing his praises, admire him, and be grateful to him!"

Isusu and Chu Feige stared wide-eyed.

Mo Xiangran was even more horrified.

They deceive the world and fool all living beings, yet they expect all living beings to sing their praises, admire them, and be grateful to them!

This sentence began to echo repeatedly in my mind, like a series of thunderclaps. Ridiculous, utterly outrageous and immoral, utterly devoid of morality. No, wait, it seems to make some sense. No, why does it seem more and more reasonable…?

boom!

Suddenly, her delicate body trembled, and a burst of brilliant light erupted from her body.

His cultivation level has advanced by one rank.

"That makes perfect sense."

With her exceptional comprehension, Mo Xiangran couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

Then, startled, he lowered his head.

With her hands slightly open, Mo Xiangran watched as streams of ink-like energy swirled around her, forming a powerful set of rules, the Great Dao and the Law. Feeling the Confucian and Daoist cultivation emanating from her, Mo Xiangran's expression became excited once again.

When she first went up the mountain, she was only at the 8th level of the Soul Shaping Realm. In such a short time, she has already reached the 2nd level of the Grandmaster Realm.

This trip was an incredible blessing and a great stroke of luck for her.

And this blessing was all bestowed by one person.

"Thank you for your guidance, Holy Son."

Mo Xiangran bowed in gratitude outside the pavilion again: "Hearing the Holy Son's words has benefited me greatly."

Unexpectedly, Li Congxin was also well-versed in the ways of emperors.

The son of the world's overlord and the younger brother of the peerless empress, how could he be an ordinary person? Looking at Li Congxin at this moment, she had only one feeling: she looked up to him with awe and admiration.

Suddenly, her elegant face turned red again. Just now, she had been harboring a sliver of hope that she could become Li Congxin's teacher, but now that she thought about it, it was simply ridiculous.

Li Congxin remained calm and composed.

He spoke of some imperial arts, then turned to say, "As for the way to govern a country..."

"Please enlighten me, Holy Son."

Mo Xiangran, dressed and ready, immediately adopted the posture of a humble student.

"Ha~"

Li Congxin yawned. He had just said quite a bit and felt a little tired: "This matter cannot be summarized in a few words, so let's just say this..."

He narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "System, give me a few books."

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Before Li Congxin could even say what books they were, the system had already produced those books exactly as he had imagined.

Be considerate and considerate.

"Take these books and read them."

With a flick of his sleeve, Li Congxin conjured nine thick books that appeared in mid-air before Mo Xiangran and then fell to the ground. Mo Xiangran quickly reached out and caught them.

Then, looking down at the thick stack of books he was holding to his chest, he looked surprised and thought to himself: These were all written by the Holy Son?

Yes, definitely.

definitely is!

It's quite normal for someone who can write so many unparalleled poems and compose such beautiful music to also write several books, right?

That's perfectly normal.

"Come in and sit down to watch."

"Thank you, Holy Son."

Mo Xiangran carried a thick stack of books into the pavilion, bowed to Chu Feige and Yi Susu, and then sat down on the bench in the pavilion.

I took out one of the books, slowly opened it, and quietly began to read.

Soon, she entered a state of complete absorption. A faint, ink-like aura began to emanate from her surroundings, drifting and swirling around her like streaks of ink painting, growing increasingly dense.

Li Congxin smiled faintly.

These nine books are considered the pinnacle of Confucianism and are treasures of Chinese civilization. They contain a wealth of principles for governing a country. If one could read, understand, and fully comprehend the contents of these nine books, Mo Xiangran would likely have become a master of Confucianism and Taoism.

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As for the system notification, Li Congxin simply ignored it and filtered it out.

Rumble!

Just then, a loud bang came from the Taiqian Holy Land.

The sound was so deafening that even Li Congxin on Yiran Peak found it deafening.

Boom! Immediately following was an even louder explosion, accompanied by a violent tremor. In the distance, one of the many mountain peaks exploded with a deafening roar.

"what's the situation?"

"Did someone go berserk and self-destruct? They blew up the entire mountain they were on."

While Li Congxin was still in surprise.

At this moment, a disciple from the holy land flew swiftly toward him on his sword, landed outside the pavilion, glanced at the scene inside, and was stunned.

In a secluded pavilion on a celestial mountain, there was one man and three women, all stunning beauties with distinct personalities.

The young master is living such a life...

I'm so envious.

He quickly added, "Young Master, Li Wang has fallen ill again."