People's hearts would naturally change.
Wenren Sheng knew that better than anyone.
He had never relied on people's hearts.
That was why he had created the Hero Network.
Anyone who expected people's hearts to help them accomplish things was a complete fool.
Winning popular support was meant to reduce the resistance to getting things done. Do not expect people to support you just because your morals were lofty.
Everything had to be driven according to the logic of interests.
He led the crowd and one dog into the Imperial Court hall.
To be honest, the hall was somewhat dilapidated as well.
Repairs were too expensive, and the emperor could not bear to spend the money.
That sense of decay also revealed a hint of a dynasty in its final days.
Some decorations even bore obvious traces of having been stolen and later replaced.
In the final days of a dynasty, minor officials and clerks became all the more sensitive.
"Is this where that old emperor held court? It looks pretty ordinary, not nearly as grand as our cult leader's hall." The Seventh Hall Master swept his gaze over the court.
They were no bumpkins. They were the upper ranks of the demonic cult, possessed immense wealth, and had seen plenty of the world.
Though they said that, everyone's eyes still fixed eagerly on the seat in the very center.
It had already been scrubbed clean by the eunuchs and palace maids who had been kept on.
Sending these people directly away would have been a death sentence, because they had completely lost the ability to make a living outside, like birds tamed in a cage.
"Holy Teacher, please take the seat," the Fourth Hall Master hurriedly said.
Whether for public or private reasons, he had to be the first to