Li Shanchang now had memories of the future.
Thinking it over carefully, if he had reported his own brother's involvement in the rebellion back then, High-rank might not necessarily have killed him.
When he died back then, although he had been old, in his seventies, he had still been in good spirits.
The main reason was that Sima Yi had set a bad precedent, making it so emperors could no longer believe that old ministers would not rebel.
That made it very hard for old ministers to die a natural death.
However, combined with what Teacher Zhao had said, he understood now that this was actually because there was no exit mechanism.
Once anyone stepped into this great pit, they had to keep strangling one another until the very end.
They had to pass their position into their own child's hands, and it had to be done before they closed their eyes for the last time.
Otherwise, they would never grow old in peace.
How tragic.
Everyone slaughtered one another, and not a single day could be spent sleeping at ease.
Even the emperor had to worry about poison in his food, being burned to death, or falling into water and dying.
Could that kind of life be called happy?
Was it not even less pleasant than being a petty local tyrant in the mountains where no one interfered?
After thinking to this point, he turned it over again and again, and felt he should still make some changes.
It was just that for the moment, it was very hard to make a decision.
Judging by the current situation, if he followed Mister Li, he could enjoy decades of wealth and honor.
But as for the future, that was uncertain.
The key was that he could not control it.
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