To frame it in modern terms, this was downright explosive.
It was roughly equivalent to one's own grandfather killing one's uncle and older brother, while everyone thought there was nothing particularly wrong with it. No one believed the uncle, the brother, and his entire family did not deserve to die. The only thing people criticized was that, after killing one son, the old emperor had failed to raise another qualified heir.
Such utmost tolerance toward an emperor was, without a doubt, a little too much for Liu Guangzheng, a modern man, to accept.
The bad news: feudal ethics ruined people. The good news: the emperor was actually me!
When he had first transmigrated, this conflict in his way of thinking had truly tormented Liu Guangzheng for quite some time.
But afterward, he adapted—and came to understand.
Even in the modern world of his previous life, the mere matter of dividing a few tens or hundreds of thousands in property left by one's parents was enough to turn brothers into mortal enemies who never spoke for the rest of their lives, or even turn fathers and sons against one another, never to see each other again until death.
Such trifling things could cause all that, let alone this supreme throne that commanded all under Heaven?!
It was simply that, by the time he understood, it was already too late.
Because of some ill-chosen words and unbecoming behavior early on, he had won little public support. Later, the imperial uncle found an excuse to depose him from the throne and instead enthroned his younger brother, who was more obedient and easier to control.
Of course, he knew perfectly well that his verbal slips and loss of composure were not the true reason he had been deposed. The greatest reason for his failure