"If Yang Pan discovers your trail, do you intend to assassinate the king as well?" Consort Yuan personally poured Qin Sheng a cup of imperial tea.
"I am a scholar. How could I casually kill people and seize treasures?" Qin Sheng savored the tea leisurely.
"The workings of the Heavenly Dao and the development of the human world cannot do without reason. Yang Pan failed to teach his son properly, so I have come to demand an explanation from him. If he, as emperor, can reason with me, then everyone will be happy."
"If he cannot, then I shall imitate the Middle-Age Philosophers and teach this ruler of the Ninety-Nine Provinces a lesson."
Qin Sheng had not openly slaughtered his way in through the imperial city gates because he did not wish to implicate innocent people. If he had done so, the palace guards would certainly have tried to stop him, and blood would inevitably have flowed like a river.
Those soldiers were merely carrying out their duties. They bore no grudge against Qin Sheng, and he had no interest in massacring them or overthrowing the court.
Winning a realm was easy; governing one was difficult. If Heaven and Earth fell into turmoil and the world descended into chaos, ordinary people would be the ones to suffer in the end.
When the nation prospered, the people suffered; when it perished, the people suffered.
After finishing Consort Yuan's fragrant imperial tea, Qin Sheng rose to his feet.
"Consort Yuan, after tonight, it will likely not be so easy for you to leave the palace without a sound. I hope you sleep well."
Watching Qin Sheng's retreating back, Consort Yuan was filled with emotion.
"He truly is an extraordinary man."
Palaces rose one after another, their glazed blue tiles gleaming. The imperial