Wenren Sheng appeared before High-rank.
"Stand up straight. Don't kneel!"
"Yes, sir."
High-rank wiped away his tears and stood up.
Wenren Sheng knew the man had a tough, resilient nature.
Once someone like that made up his mind, he could change the underlying laws by which the entire world operated.
At this moment, he knew the man had truly admitted his mistake.
When a person with such a resilient nature admitted he was wrong, he would genuinely understand his error and correct it.
They were not like those weak-willed fellows, wavering back and forth, thinking of this one moment and that the next.
This fellow had many flaws.
Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, stubborn arrogance, and far too much brutality.
Yet at the very least, he dared to take responsibility for what he did.
That was not something that needed criticizing.
And so Wenren Sheng said:
"Good. You finally know you were wrong."
"To know one's faults and correct them is the greatest good."
"Then this world will be left to you. As for whether you become emperor or not..."
"That will depend on how you go about it."
"I will only tell you this: enlightening the people is the only hope for longevity."
"I won't become emperor, and I won't let anyone else become emperor either. The common people don't need an emperor. The common people only need themselves," High-rank said seriously.
Wenren Sheng smiled.
Who could have imagined that an extremely selfish emperor would now undergo such a great transformation?
In truth, it was very simple.
The other man was still very selfish.
Human nature was difficult to change.
It was just that, through a long span of time and through real reforms, he had shown the man greater benefits, where his family's true interests lay—