"Alas, alas."
Su Ziji truly found it a pity. In truth, the fifteenth level of the Way of Governance already placed him among the grandmasters. With everything flowing like clouds and running water, the princes would bring about their own downfall. It could be said that if he had not been the Crown Prince's son, but a legitimate imperial prince, he would have stood a very good chance of securing the position of heir.
But the Crown Prince's death was clearly a thorn in the Emperor's heart just now, one that he could never break through.
"There is only the next step—if Anshi does not emerge, what can be done for the common people?"
Contrary to what everyone thought, after Wang Mang, there had still been Xie An and Wang Anshi. They were all of the same lineage. It was merely that they knew forming factions would provoke the Emperor's great wrath, so they had advanced further.
"A gentleman gathers with others, yet does not form a faction."
Though Wang Anshi did not form factions, his name was widely spread throughout court and countryside. Everyone beneath heaven believed Wang Anshi was the true prime minister. If Anshi did not emerge, the realm would know no peace.
For the time being, he himself would "gather with others, yet not form a faction," uniting the court and the realm.
Normally, this would require more than ten or twenty years of building one's reputation. But that was for ordinary, normal people. He had a cheat, and the Confucian School itself already had twenty levels. The moment this Way of Utmost Sincerity appeared, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he seemed to grasp something.
"If my premonition is correct, the reason I obtained this strange art is that my three great Daoist Canons