Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Looking at A Yi's pitiful eyes, Jiang Sile smiled and waved his hand gently, gesturing for him to follow.

A Yishi's smile was ignited, and he took Jiang Sile's hand. After chatting for a while, the two disappeared at the door of the inn.

Seeing them both leaving, Jiang Sile yawned and stepped tiredly onto the wooden steps to the room upstairs.

When she opened the door, she saw the little Taoist priest in her room, boredly playing with the tea cup on the table.

Seeing Jiang Sile push the door open, the little Taoist priest was surprised and tipped the tea cup upside down on the tea tray.

"Your Highness is back?" the little Taoist priest greeted softly.

"Everything is closed, I'll be back soon." Jiang Sile said with a relaxed smile on his lips.

She sat down on the seat next to the little Taoist priest and wanted to pour herself a cup of tea, but found that the teapot was empty.

Jiang Sile turned to look at the little Taoist priest, who smiled.

"Your Highness, where will we go next?" The little Taoist priest's eyes were cunning, and he deliberately asked another question.

The windows in the house have been raised, and a cool autumn breeze mixed with the fragrance of fresh grass blows into the house.

Near the inn is the horse market. In addition to the fragrance of fresh grass, there is also a faint smell of horses.

This made Jiang Sile sniff his nose, then stood up and walked to the window, removed the pole blocking the window, and lowered the window.

The isolation effect of the wooden board was immediate, and Jiang Sile suddenly felt that his nose felt much better.

"Let's go back to Daxia first..." Jiang Sile sat back down again, supporting his head with one hand and said lazily.

The little Taoist priest's eyes immediately lit up, he clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Your Highness is wise..."

The little Taoist priest pursed his lips and continued: "It's been a long time since I saw the beautiful scenery of my hometown..."

The corners of Jiang Sile's mouth also raised slightly, and he smiled and said, "Want to go back to Mount Tai?"

Listening to Jiang Sile's smiling question, the little Taoist priest felt relieved. He nodded, his eyes slightly upward, as if he was thinking about something.

"I really want to...the scenery of Mount Tai is gorgeous and majestic, and I will definitely lead the way for His Highness..."

At this point, the corners of the little Taoist priest's mouth slightly lowered, and his tone also contained a hint of melancholy. He said softly: "When I left the Taoist school, I made up my mind that if I don't get ahead, I will never come back..."

The once young Ling Yunzhi can only turn into infinite melancholy now.

Jiang Sile was also filled with emotion. She tilted her head slightly, looked at the young Taoist priest's weathered face, and said with a smile: "If you had gone to find Uncle Jin at that time, you would probably have achieved success today..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Sile also felt a little sad. For those who had followed her, she had not yet led them to build great achievements.

Now, the sword is rusty and the horse is old, but these people have nowhere to go and have to wander around with her.

It is said to be wandering, but it is nothing more than living in embarrassment and having no fixed place...

Thinking about it, Jiang Sile became more and more sad, feeling sadder for those who followed her.

"What did His Highness say?" the little Taoist priest suddenly said sharply. He could certainly see His Highness's helplessness and sadness, but he also knew that His Highness had made the best choice in all of this.

His Highness is by no means a weak person, but he can also compromise for the people, which is something that many high-ranking people ignore or are unable to do.

The little Taoist priest suddenly saw in Jiang Sile the image of a wise king that had not appeared in this world for a long time.

"Does His Highness really want the world to be in raging war, with people living in misery and constant wars everywhere?" What the little Taoist said was very harsh. It can be said that this was the most severe conversation except for the one at Chengzhou Station.

Jiang Sile looked up from this rare vulnerability. She had been barely maintaining harmony on the surface these days, but her heart was already in a mess. "Of course I don't want to, but the people of the world..." Jiang Sile wanted to say, what do the people of the world have to do with her?She only cares about the people around her.

However, she couldn't do it, she couldn't even say these words.

Because she has really met those people.

Among those who were so poor in Jiangzhou that they had to block the road to beg for food, there were gray-haired old people, women, and children.

Those young men who had fought against her because of the war in Quanzhou, but later volunteered to follow her.

There are also the common people seen in Jizhou, Suizhou, Chengzhou and other places.

Can she really ignore these people's lives?

Jiang Sile asked himself silently.

No, she can't.

The school she had studied for so many years and the society she lived in did not allow her to treat others like this.

Only then did Jiang Sile realize that he was indeed different from them.

She...had seen the dawn of civilization.

Different.

Therefore, she subconsciously did not want everyone to be harmed, and subconsciously felt pity for those poor people.

Even though she can kill people and chop off a person's head.

But that - it seems to be privileged by the culture in which she lives.

Just like what I have seen on TV since I was a child, killing corrupt officials and killing those dog officials who prey on the common people.

What those knight-errants on TV once did, she did it easily and without shame.

Because Jiang Sile believes that is right, even if it takes away a person's life, she thinks it is worth it.

But it also made her an eccentric of her time, a traitor to her class.

Just like the old emperor once said angrily, how can a princess turn to officials for the sake of the people?
The moment she traveled back in time, she had betrayed her class, even though she was enjoying the privileges of this class.

In the little Taoist's question just now, Jiang Sile felt the soft part of his heart that he had always ignored.

She suddenly thought of a person, a person she once thought was cowardly and shameful, but it seemed that she was becoming weaker and more like her little by little.

But another voice in her heart told her that she had become abnormal and that she didn't care about all this. This was just a dream, a virtual world.

Just like a game, if you kill a group of soldiers, you only need to care about whether you get achievements or medals.

Jiang Sile bit the guilty minister and covered her head. She felt two thoughts tightly entangled and fighting in her mind.

When the little Taoist priest saw Jiang Sile's pale face and the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he knew that he had said the wrong thing. He quickly helped the princess to bed, then hurriedly closed the door and went to find the doctor.

Jiang Sile, who was lying on the bed, squinted her eyes slightly, a thin layer of sweat wet her hair on her temples, and her pale face looked even more fragile.

In her head, the two voices became even more entangled.