"Your Majesty! Please think twice, Your Majesty, and withdraw the order for a personal expedition to India!"
Usually kneeling only to gods and Buddhas, Xuanzang now knelt before the hall, begging Wang Ming to retract the command.
Xuanzang's days had not been easy for quite some time.
One moment he was a revered and virtuous holy monk admired by tens of thousands, and the next he became a despised, morally corrupt wicked monk.
Everyone was cursing him as a demon who bewitched the emperor.
Having spent his entire life chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha, he had never experienced such a situation and almost suffered a mental breakdown.
He felt so wronged!
Xuanzang recalled the number of times he had seen the emperor and the words he had spoken.
Aside from seeing him once at Huasheng Temple, he had never laid eyes on him again, and furthermore, he had never once met the emperor alone, so how could there be any talk of bewitchment?
However,
upon hearing that the emperor wanted to dispatch troops to the entire continent, the homeland of the Buddha, India, he also grew anxious at once, hurriedly running to the palace gates to request an audience.
Unfortunately,
Wang Ming had no intention of seeing him whatsoever.
Wang Ming was very busy at the moment.
More than a dozen princes stood before Wang Ming; these were all sons of Li Shimin.
"Imperial Father, please retract your decision to campaign against India!
India is far too distant from our Great Tang, and we simply cannot govern it. Even if we conquer it, it will only be a pointless drain on our national power," Crown Prince Li Chengqian said.
"Indeed! Imperial Father, India is too remote. What is the use of acquiring such a lawless land?" Prince Li of