I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 409 Persuasion (asking for monthly ticket)

Shengjing, the Evil Ghost Prison.

He Buning took the lantern from the ghost slave jailer, walked through the prison cells, and headed to the deepest part of the Evil Ghost Department.

The prisons on both sides are mostly empty. All the evil spirits captured in Shengjing and its surrounding areas will eventually be sent to other states and counties for detention. No hidden dangers will be allowed to remain under the feet of the emperor.

Deep inside the prison, He Bu Ning held up a lantern, and the bright light made the man in plain clothes and disheveled hair inside squint and tilt his head to avoid the sudden light.

His whole body was bound with chains, and his hands were completely covered by a black iron shell, making it impossible for him to move any of his fingers.

"Ahem, my little brother, you finally came to see me."

Mo Yanshu didn't even open his eyes, and he knew why the visitor was not focused.

He Buning asked the ghost slave jailer who was following him to open the prison door. The ghost slave jailer stood still. He Buning's face sank slightly. He took out the prime minister's jade token from his waist. Then the ghost slave jailer opened the prison door and let He Buning in.

Let the ghost slave jailer step back, He Buning went in with the lantern, walked up to Mo Yanshu and squatted down.

Mo Yanshu gradually adjusted to the light and opened his eyes, only to see He Bu with a frown on his face, full of worry.

It hasn't been long since he returned to Shengjing, but He Buning has become haggard and no longer has the vigor and vitality he had in Qinzhou.

Mo Yanshu coughed twice and said with a smile, "You are not here to save me, but to persuade me, right? Even you feel that what the Prime Minister has done is contrary to your moral principles, and you are undecided, right?"

Why not frown and take a breath? It must be said that Mo Yanshu can see through people's hearts.

He Buning took off the water bag from his waist, opened it, handed it to Mo Yanshu's mouth, and fed him some.

"The person behind the ghost troupe is not my father, but Queen Mother Yu. She respects my father on the surface, but in fact she has been supporting the ghost troupe to cause chaos in various places. She intends to attack the Evil Suppression Department, punish my father for dereliction of duty, and make him retire and return the power to Your Majesty."

Mo Yanshu pursed his lips, took a deep breath and said, "Do you believe this nonsense?"

Why not just remain silent and put away the water bag?

Mo Yanshu said, "Even if this is true, could it be that your father, our great prime minister of Daxuan, really had no knowledge of the incident in Qinzhou before it happened? Did he not condone the Queen Mother Yu's misdeeds? Did he not go with the flow and reap the benefits in the end?"

He frowned and was speechless.

Mo Yanshu snorted and laughed, "You were just deceived by him. He kept talking about the righteousness of the people, but in the end, the first people to be sacrificed were the people he mentioned."

He Buning still struggled a little, "He also wants to end it all. The rules of heaven and earth are like this, and he has no other choice. Born in this world, everyone has no choice."

Since childhood, Zuo Jin told He Buning that he would one day put an end to this era where ghosts and monsters are rampant. He Buning believed in his father and grew up under his father's guidance. At the age of sixteen, he left his father's protection and went to Qinzhou for training.

Relying on his own efforts, he gradually became the Night Patrol Captain of Qinzhou and protected the people.

Over the years, he watched his father stabilize the court little by little and assisted His Majesty in issuing many decrees that benefited the people. Although the effects were not very good, how could such a big dynasty be changed overnight?

But this time, just like Mo Yanshu said, He Buning couldn't convince himself.

If it were him, Qinzhou would never have reached the point where it is today.

At that time, he had just left Qinzhou not long ago, and Qinzhou became a dead zone. How could he not think too much?
The suspicion arose from then on. After returning to Shengjing, He Buning met many people and obtained a lot of information, only then did he know that the person behind the ghost troupe was Empress Dowager Yu.

In order to send troops to help Qinzhou, the court was divided into two factions, and a fierce quarrel broke out. There were undercurrents, and many people died quietly in this dispute. In the end, it was his father Zuo Jin who overcame all objections and allowed Qiu Wanjun to lead the troops to the battle, even at the cost of offending the young emperor and Empress Dowager Yu.

Judging from these things, the father was not wrong.

But what He Buning couldn't convince himself was that, since his father had already secretly gone to Qinzhou, why didn't he stop the ghost drama troupe leader before he advanced to the blood sacrifice, but had to wait until he advanced.

Why not refute Mo Yanshu's words of 'going with the flow' and 'sit back and reap the benefits' without any effort?

Mo Yanshu narrowed his eyes at He Bu Ning and added fuel to the fire, "Don't think your father is so selfless and upright. Your father controls the government, and everyone in the court is his. If he wants to make further progress, it would be easy. But he has always stayed in the position of prime minister, conscientiously assisting the young emperor, showing no selfish motives at all. He is a loyal minister of his generation, but have you ever thought about another possibility?"

He Buning raised his head and looked at Mo Yanshu.

Mo Yanshu said bluntly, "When the country is in trouble, the people blame the court and your majesty for being incompetent. But when good things happen, everyone praises the prime minister. Have you ever thought about the tricks behind this?"

Why not clench his fists? He thought about it. How could he not have thought of this possibility?

The world belongs to Your Majesty. No matter what good Your Majesty does, the people will more or less think it is their due.

But if Your Majesty does anything wrong, the people will definitely call you a tyrant behind your back.

Now your majesty is young, Queen Mother Yu is ruling the country from behind the curtain, and the Prime Minister is regent. When He Bu Ning was in Qinzhou, he discovered that the people all thought that Queen Mother Yu was a bad and stupid person. If it weren't for the Prime Minister, Daxuan would have died long ago.

But in fact, some policies were not implemented smoothly or had the opposite effect due to many factors. It was not because Empress Dowager Yu was stupid or the young emperor was ignorant. The father was also responsible.

In the end, the only ones who got scolded were Empress Dowager Yu and the young emperor, and people only sympathized with the prime minister's difficulties.

If the government policies are implemented smoothly, all the good reputation will fall on the prime minister, and everyone will think that it is a blessing for Daxuan to have a prime minister.

It was precisely because of this that his father was able to become a figure comparable to the Goddess of Witch in just twenty years after the Witch Temple was abolished, and Witch Temples in various places were converted into Prime Minister's Temples.

Before, He Buning could ignore everything and convince himself, telling himself that although his father's actions were a bit hypocritical, they were all for Daxuan and for the world. Even though he was hypocritical, he did not hurt anyone and was wholeheartedly for the people.

But this time, what happened in Qinzhou crossed the bottom line in He Bu Ning's heart, and everything he believed in began to waver.

"At this point, it seems there is no other choice. My father has already stepped half a foot into the seventh floor. He is the first person in history. He is the most likely person to end everything."

Mo Yanshu shook his head and sneered, "Yes, destroying everyone in the world and leaving only ghosts in the world is also a kind of ending, wonderful!"

The frown on He Bu's face deepened. He knew what Mo Yanshu meant. Just going from six to seven would sacrifice millions of lives in Qinzhou. If they went any further, I'm afraid no one in the world would survive.

"That's why I came to you, hoping that you can lend him a helping hand. As long as he can get rid of the influence of the blood curse and stabilize at the seventh level of the ghost realm, he can at least devour all the ghosts and monsters below the seventh level! As for the rest of the matter... take your time!"

Mo Yanshu stared at He Buning, "You know, I am alive just to exchange for Zuo Jinye's death. If you dare to hand the pen to me, I will use my rotten life to write him to death. If you don't believe me, just try it!"

"Junior brother, you don't have to go against your conscience to help your father. You still have another way, another clean way."

He Buning raised his head and stared into Mo Yanshu's eyes which seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Go find her, little brother. Only she can give you the peaceful and prosperous world you want."

Why not remain silent? The dark cell was silent, with only the flickering candlelight in the lantern.