Usurping the throne and seizing power to win the realm was something ordinary people rarely witnessed, though history books recorded it time and again. Under normal circumstances, even if one seized the imperial seal, endless twists and turns would follow. An imperial dynasty was not a cultivation sect; it had laws and institutions. If you dared overturn those laws, your throne would stray from orthodoxy, leaving boundless future troubles.
Therefore, even Li Chi's White Wolf ancestor, after gaining Great Corner, had needed to rule with conciliation.
Conciliation first targeted the ministers, then the Great Confucians, for the former held power while the latter controlled the right to speak...
Facing the gathered ministers and the Great Confucians soaring high above the Confucian Temple, the Burial King spoke. "I was indeed once a prince invested by the imperial dynasty. But may I ask all ministers and Great Confucians: was Dongfang Li, the founding emperor of the Dongfang Clan, not also a prince invested by the Jun Clan's dynasty? He could seize the Jun Family's realm, so why can the Jun Family's descendants not seize his?"
Everyone throughout the city froze. Those words made perfect sense—the reasons could be found in the earlier annotations...
But the prime minister's beard and hair flew wildly. "Four hundred years ago, the Jun Clan acted against all reason, exhausted its forces in warfare, and left the people unable to live. The dynasty's fortune had run out, and only then did the Dongfang Clan replace it. That was obeying Heaven and accepting fate. How can it be compared with today?"
That was the proper answer!
An imperial dynasty possessed its own fortune. Once that fortune was exhausted, if it did not perish, there would be no Heavenly Dao. Destroying it was only right and proper.
The Burial King