Heavenly Wind was the very architecture of the imperial court.
The chaos and rectification of Virtuous Wind were not merely a matter of reorganizing official administration; they were the descent and transformation of Heavenly Wind.
Because there were Heavenly Wind and Virtuous Wind, there was People's Wind.
The Great Zheng had been founded for merely thirty years, just as the sun was rising in the east, flourishing with a thriving momentum, and hundreds of millions of common folk naturally received its grace.
Even if there were perverse acts, even if people deliberately incited them, the mistake lay entirely in the fact that these people thought the armored soldiers had been scattered and only left behind themselves as solitary old men, so they carelessly rushed in almost all at once.
Once killed, the common folk outside were not incited, and immediately cooled down, growing terrified.
If it truly were the end of a dynasty, deeply pregnant with baleful qi and like dry firewood meeting raging fire, even if the ringleaders were killed, all it took was a wave of the arms for a million to turn rebel, with the common people fearing no death and following one after another. How could it be like this now?
The strangeness of Fortune was truly difficult to describe.
Now, he also understood the subtle and profound meaning of the Imperial Grandson.
"What is your name?" After Zhang Dai finished laughing, he asked coldly.
"Student... student is called Wu Wei..."
With no one around, Wu Wei suddenly realized this might be his only chance.
A bold thought slowly sprouted.
"Do you know why I kept you?" Zhang Dai remained seated upright, his gaze piercingly fixed on him.
"Student... guessed a little."
Wu Wei bit his bullet and nodded.
"That's good. You must have something you