Peace Order

Ji Zichang looked at the young Taoist with the gentle smile, and for a moment, his mind somewhat seized up, simply because the sweeping tides of change in the world and even the future direction of it all weighed heavy on his shoulders.

He was just over thirty years old, having spent several days in withered contemplation. As a member of the Imperial Family, the ruler of Central State, from his position, he should choose the first Imperial Decree, to stitch and mend this tattered world and facade as much as possible.

But it seemed as though there was a fire in his own heart.

A chilling air burned his liver and lungs, making him feel uncomfortable inside, desiring to tear apart the ropes that were increasingly binding him, almost to the point of suffocation, which was why he had written the second Imperial Decree.

He was struggling between these two Imperial Decrees.

Originally, he wanted to inquire with Gongyang Su Wang.

He had already made it to the doorstep of Gongyang Su Wang, but then scoffed at himself with a laugh, "This is nothing more than shunning the responsibility for the consequences of making a decision, casting it onto the one making the suggestion."

"Such a matter, only I can make the final decision."

"At this time of change in the world."

"A ruler should not listen to the opinions of others now. The possible sin of losing the country should fall only on my shoulders, as I am the only one qualified to bear it."

The world seemed to part in two directions in front of the Chi Xiao Sword, one path would leave Marquis Qin Wu behind, who would not willingly accept his fate. He would depart from here, completely rupture ties with Central State, but Marquis Qin Wu, without Central State’s nominal support, would face a difficult time for a while.