Cao Mao sat in the seat of honor without a word.
How many years had it been?
Batch after batch of wicked officials and corrupt functionaries had been killed.
Wave after wave of great clans had been driven away.
Not a single year had been idle, yet even under these circumstances, these evildoers seemed impossible to kill off or eradicate, constantly rearing their heads.
The blazing sun shone overhead. Cao Mao sat in the seat of honor and raised his head, as though trying to look through the ceiling at the sun.
The blazing sunlight shone upon the lands of Great Wei, yet beneath that sunlight, countless twisted shadows and evils writhed, waiting for sunset.
Even Cao Mao felt exhausted once again at this moment.
The last time he had felt such dejection had been in Yong Province.
For a time, Cao Mao even suspected that all his efforts seemed futile, that once he died, every demon and monster would crawl out of the shadows and shatter everything he had put into this.
Although Cao Mao was still quite young, his heart seemed filled with the weariness of having weathered the ages.
Why were these people simply impossible to kill off or eradicate?!
"Your Majesty!"
He Zeng's voice interrupted Cao Mao's deep reverie. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his Minister of Works.
In Cao Mao's eyes, He Zeng truly was one of the rare intelligent men among the great clans.
Over these years, the man had diligently helped Cao Mao with his work, showing his former friends not the slightest mercy, while also making a series of arrangements for his own clan.
He had done something quite remarkable.
He had split up his own clan.
A great man had once said: the men of China were oppressed