Xiao Letian's pen signed his name on the file, and from now on this daily life document became a shangfang sword hanging on Xiang Ying's head.

Aren’t you Xiang Ying confident? Don’t you want to use extreme nationalist ideas to suppress me? You want to endorse your actions with indestructible militarism ideas so that I can’t kill you?

Very good, I understand, I follow your wishes, I will never make the secret public, nor will I punish you publicly, because I don’t want the whole world to know that the assassination was caused by the Chinese, and I don’t want the morale of the Chinese army to be destroyed internally.

So I won’t punish you, but I can destroy your future and your dreams!

"Xiang Ying! Haha... You're so calculating. Are you still being petty with me? What does it mean to judge you? What does it mean to be responsible for you for ten or twenty years?"

"Do you want to learn from the scholars of the Ming Dynasty? You want to increase your reputation by irritating the emperor? You want to suppress the imperial power by relying on public opinion?"

"You dream! I am not an emperor, and the Chinese are not a country with imperial power! There is no imperial prison to sit for you and give you reputation!"

"You are so clever! You're still trying to be fooled by me now? If I really throw you into prison, your stormtroopers might be able to promote you!"

"Those who believe in extreme thoughts will shape you into a tragic hero. If you stay in prison for one more day, the higher your reputation will be. Until you end up becoming a saint who is served by militarism within the entire Chinese nation, right?"

"Very good, you are cruel enough to give up your ten years of youth for yourself to improve your reputation. In the end, these reputations are the cornerstones of your comeback, right?"

"Haha, there are many politicians in the world who are well-developed by jail. Do you want to make such a wishful thinking? Don't dream. You are the ones I taught you what yellow dog treasures are in your belly. Don't I know?"

"Wang Junlan, go out first, you don't need to record these words!" Xiao Letian shouted loudly. Wang Junlan quickly tore off the latest recording paper, ignited on the candle and threw it into the spittoon in the corner of the wall.

Wang Junlan exited the study room upside down and closed the door tightly. When he leaned his back against the door, he realized that his whole body was like it was fished out in the water, all soaked in sweat.

The swords and shadows of the top leaders are unimaginable to people outside. The big figures at the top of the food chain may have the idea of ​​the disappearance of hundreds of lives.

Xiang Ying was so angry that he had such a big assassination incident that how many lives had to be thrown into it from beginning to end?

It's terrible to think about it. Those dead people are born by their parents, and they have wives and children, and they also have love, hate and affection. However, in the eyes of these big people, the lives of these people are just small ants that can be killed and killed by raising their fingers.

Perhaps in the eyes of Xiang Ying and others, those who died in order to complete the task were just a few insignificant numbers on paper, and they would not even remember the names of those people.

Just one Xiang Ying can release such a great amount of energy, let alone the angry head of state... Wang Junlan shivered when she thought of this.

"Hey... what the old people are right. People are born with different levels. The gap between blessings between people is too big. Sometimes thousands of lives at the bottom can't match the words of the big man on the top of the tower!"

Only Xiao Letian, Wang Huaiyuan and Xiang Ying were left in the study. They were all core veterans of the Chinese clan and were all able to contact the most confidential insiders, so there was nothing to cover up.

"Xiang Ying! Let's open the skylight and say something bright. Let's release your hand and stand up for me!"

Xiao Letian kept paced in the study, burning cigarettes one by one in his hand. "You said a lot of things just now, and you said so righteously that the reason for assassinating Zai Chun is so righteous, I almost believe it!"

"If you don't understand it, you really think that you are determined to do everything for the long-term stability of China! But can you guarantee that you have no selfishness at all?"

"Hmph! Is it true that you are playing fun with me? You killed Zaichun for the sake of the Chinese people and the Chinese nation? I'm afraid you are trying your own little plan!"

"What are you thinking? I can probably guess what you are doing. You guys have been trying to figure out me, right? You are not only trying to figure out me, you are also trying to figure out my son Fu Yin'er, right?"

As soon as Fu Yin'er said, even Wang Huaiyuan couldn't sit still, and he jumped up with a whisper, "What's wrong with Guan Yuanzhe? Do you Xiang Ying have the intention of being unjust?"

Xiao Letian's son's nickname is Fu Yin'er and his big name is Xiao Yuanzhe. This is the heart and eyes of everyone from all over the Chinese clan!

When he heard Xiang Ying hit Fu Yin'er's abacus, Wang Huaiyuan jumped up excitedly and wanted to kill someone.

Xiao Letian reached out and pressed Director Wang's shoulder. "Don't be impatient, Xiang Ying is not that crazy yet. He is not trying to attack Fu Yin'er. What he wants to fight for is just the time difference!"

"Xiang Ying! In your heart, Fu Yin'er is destined to inherit the Chinese treasures, right? You said that you have accepted a brand new idea in name, but there is actually an imperial dream deep in your heart, and the shadow of your inner world has not been eliminated at all!"

"In your heart, the head of state and the emperor have just changed their names, and you still think that father and son succession are the foundation of inheritance of power!"

"So you think Fu Yin'er will definitely become the future head of state, or even change her title and finally ascend to the throne as an emperor, right?"

"Haha, you treat me as Cao Cao and my son as Cao Pi, right? Treat me as Sima Yi and treat Fu Yin'er as Sima Zhao, right?"

"But Fu Yin'er is only one year old, and the average mature politician's age to rise to power must be thirty-five, or even to forty!"

"You have a full forty years to operate, so you're plotting your schedule!"

"I, Xiao Letian, work for at most another ten years. This is what I decided before. After I gave up my position of power, you, Xiang Ying, are not qualified to inherit my position. The position of Prime Minister should be someone of the Four Heavenly Kings and the others in their generation!"

"Their generation has been working for two sessions for ten years. It's been twenty years since then. Fu Yin'er will be twenty years old, and we are all too old to be useless!"

"Then you can endure it for another ten years, that is, another thirty years later. At that time, you were only a little over fifty years old, and it was the time when politicians were young and strong. By then, many of our old guys had probably entered the grave!"

"With the medical level of this era, living past sixty is considered a burning fragrance. If you are old and weak even if you are alive, you will not have the energy to fight you!"

"What you are fighting for is thirty years later, the ten years between the ages of thirty and forty. At that time, I'm afraid I'll be no longer alive. By that time, it will be the pinnacle of your power, the most glorious moment, right?"
Chapter completed!