In all fairness, Xiao Ying had reached his current heights with blood-soaked hands. His throne had been piled high upon mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and he had no right to judge Guihai Canglan. Yet the slaughter he had wrought had always, to one degree or another, directly or indirectly, been tied to greater affairs.
As the saying went, military affairs knew neither mercy nor regard for life; affairs of state knew neither personal hatred nor resentment. Thus, Xiao Ying did not believe his past slaughter had been wrong. No empire in this world could be forged without iron, blood, and the fires of war.
Still, Xiao Ying had never sacrificed hundreds of millions of lives for personal reasons, disregarding whether others lived or died. He had never sacrificed countless people because he himself feared death, and for the moment, he truly could not accept it.
Xiao Ying's personal view was...
An emperor could be brutal and iron-fisted, or cold-blooded and merciless. But he could not disregard life and treat human lives entirely like weeds. That could already be called utterly devoid of conscience and humanity.
Someone without conscience or humanity had no right to become an emperor. How could such a person even speak of founding an empire, establishing a dynasty, or governing the world?
While Xiao Ying broke into a sweat of horror, the soft, warm little hand in his large one moved again, faster this time. Its tickling touch sent ripples through his heart, yet he felt not the slightest romantic thrill. Instead, he was rather frightened!
"Quick! Kill! Order! King! Bi!"
Seeing Xiao Ying make no move, Guihai Canglan thought he had not understood. She clasped his large hand in return, squeezed it hard several times, and wrote five words in succession!
Her meaning