This simulation ended just like that. There would still be some time before the next one.
It was late at night. Mu Xuehuang sat alone in her bedchamber, lost in prolonged contemplation.
So far, there had been three simulations in total.
In the first, rebel forces had risen unexpectedly and the Dynasty had fallen. Generals from all quarters had advanced on the imperial capital along nine routes, and she had slit her own throat before a raging fire.
In the second, the future had been plagued by natural disasters and human calamities. The people had struggled to survive, while officials had wallowed in greed and corruption.
Drought in the Northern Region, floods in the Southern Region-the sight had left her shaken to the core.
The third had focused on Ning Yuanzhou, the founder of Flowing Sand.
In the past, she had always believed that rebels were rebels. Anyone who sought to overturn the foundations of the Dynasty was guilty of monstrous treason.
They deserved death!
But after simulating Ning Yuanzhou's life this time, her longstanding view of rebels had changed.
No one was born a rebel.
Nor was anyone born evil.
Who would not want to live in a peaceful, prosperous age?
The oppression of officials, the despair of natural disasters-in the end, was it not the common people who paid the price?
Meanwhile, the powerful lived deep within their palaces.
The walls were too high for them to see the world outside, and they continued to indulge in pleasure.
The downfall of a dynasty never came from a single cause.
It came from many factors piling up together.
Natural disasters, human calamities... and more.
After sitting for so long, Mu Xuehuang stretched, walked to the window, and gazed into the dark night, lost in thought.
Her heart felt unbearably