Are you the evil god who destroys the world, or the divine one who saves the world?

Thousands of years from now, how will history record your great achievements?

However, without noticing Situ Jing's complicated psychology, Zhao Yinshun repeated his question.

"Mr. Situ, is it true that the late emperor's posthumous title cannot be changed?"

It is called mourning when one is lonely and short-lived early; mourning is called when one is respectful and benevolent; mourning is called when virtue is not established; mourning is called when suffering has been severe; and it is mourning when execution is unjust.

Ai is a posthumous title that laments misfortune and expresses sympathy. It is not a good final word for the emperor.

Zhao Yinshun himself felt that there was nothing wrong with it, but he couldn't bear to see the scene where his senior sister secretly burst into tears, so he could only quietly come to "communicate" with Situ Jing.

"Qi [Zhen Guo Gong], this is already the best posthumous title we can choose."

Hearing the young man's question, Situ Jing shook his head firmly.

With the current situation in which the empire is falling apart, the posthumous title given to the fallen king was only for the sake of the new emperor.

"Besides, this matter has been engraved in [history], the conclusion has been made, and no one can change it."

After hearing Situ Jing's decisive answer, Zhao Yinshun sighed helplessly.

"In that case, I won't bother Mr. Situ."

He bowed his hands and bowed, and the young man in white left politely. Seeing his elegant back, Situ Jing narrowed his eyes in surprise.

In his first close encounter, [Zhen Guo Gong] was gentler than he had imagined. He was not at all like a peerless god of murder who had just massacred the imperial capital into rivers of blood.

Just from the brief contact just now, Situ Jing would even think that he is a rich man with no power.

This contradiction between the appearance and the inner world made Situ Jing feel a little curious in his heart.

Thinking of this, he returned to the bookshelf behind him, took out a thick book, opened the first page and studied it carefully.

"Yinshun was a native of the state. He was good at martial arts and served as King Liu Yin. In the ninety-first year of Da'an..."

However, just as Situ Jing returned to the long history of Shuo, Zhao Yinshun came to the imperial study room and saw the senior sister who had returned to calm and was handling government affairs in an orderly manner. He couldn't help but go up and touch her head.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Feeling his junior brother's gentle touch, Li Min looked at him strangely.

"It's okay, I just want to pet the dog."

After a pause, Li Min put down the brush in his hand, grabbed Zhao Yinshun's hand from his head and put it to his mouth.

"Hiss~"

Zhao Yinshun, who was stroking the dog's head and smiling without saying a word, had a sudden change in expression, and his temples were gnawing in pain.

"Emperor Dog! You are chewing people again! Eat one of my paws!"

During the crisis, a little white cat jumped out and saved Zhao Yinshun from fire and water.

However, Li Min, who had inherited the status of [Emperor], had greatly increased his strength, and he hit Su Lingyi with a backhand, causing her to howl and make cat hair fly everywhere.

"Ouch, oh, oh, junior brother, save me!"

After the electric fight, the little white cat, which had lost a few tufts of hair, hid behind Zhao Yinshun's neck and breathed at Li Min fiercely and cowardly.

"Ha~~~Junior brother, help me hold down her hands and feet while I scratch her face!"

"You and I, brothers and sisters, are of the same mind, and our sharpness can defeat gold. Let's make this dog emperor look good today!"

Zhao Yinshun: “…………”

You can shut up!

Didn’t you see that the senior sister is already grinding her teeth?!

Pulling the kitten into his arms, Zhao Yinshun greeted Li Min with a dry smile.

"Sister, you are busy, I will leave first."

Covering the little white cat's mouth and turning around to leave, Li Min watched their backs, his sullen expression gradually dissipated, and a soft smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

On the other side, after escaping from the imperial study room, the little white cat broke free from Zhao Yinshun's restraints and screamed in dissatisfaction.

"What are you afraid of? Now that you and I join forces, that dog emperor is definitely no match!"

"I'm afraid of being bitten by a dog."

"I'm afraid too!"

"Then you still scream?"

"Why can't I scream when you are bitten?"

"??!"

"While you are being bitten, I can go around behind her and scratch her butt!"

"You are truly my dear senior sister!"

With a sinister laugh, Zhao Yinshun poked the little white cat on the forehead with one finger, causing her to meow.

After stroking the cat hard, Zhao Yinshun let Su Lingyi go and let her disappear in a puff of smoke.

After relaxing, Zhao Yinshun thought and jumped through time and space to a vast martial arts field.

Thousands of figures were sitting or lying on the martial arts field as far as the eye could see, and every move of their hands and feet emitted powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

"See you, Your Majesty!"

Sensing Zhao Yinshun's arrival, thousands of people quickly stopped what they were doing and uniformly clasped their fists and saluted.

Among the crowd, a few figures with an aura of aura are the most eye-catching.

"No need to be polite, just go ahead."

Waving his hands, Zhao Yinshun walked into the crowd with a quick stride, and glanced at the people in Yuan Ting Yue Zhi with his deep eyes.

"Senior Brother Michen, how do you feel?"

The burly man who was more than three meters tall and looked like a king let out a long sigh and lamented.

"It's too strong. Even with my foundation, I can't fully unleash its potential."

Hearing this, Qu Yangshuo next to him shook his head and retorted.
Chapter completed!