The Great Ming Dynasty was the only one with such a loathing between the ruler and his officials. Even if one looked at the history of the world, there were no other branches. Where should one start to pursue all of this?
Wang Xijue didn't know, and he wouldn't know.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. It's all our fault!"
Anyway, he just had to say something nice. At this time, the Emperor was just grumbling, and he wasn't asking for a specific punishment. Wang Xijue wasn't worried.
"All your fault? No, no, no. How could you all be wrong? You are all scholars, and you have a heart for the world! You have a life for the people! You have a unique skill for the saints! You have peace for all ages! How can you call the matters of you scholars wrong? It can only be said that I, the Emperor, am stupid and incompetent! Not only can I not help you, but I will also drag you down! What you scholars say is right! I, the Emperor, am wrong in everything! Right?! "
Zhu Yijun scolded Wang Xijue harshly as soon as he opened his mouth. Every sentence was critical, pointing out the root of why scholars were so powerful in these years. He traced the source of his hatred back to the Song Dynasty. It could be seen how much the emperor hated the civil officials, how much he hated the civil officials, and how much he hated the civil officials' politics. He also knew how much he hated some of them.
How could such a deep prejudice be resolved?
At this point, Wang Xijue suddenly realized how childish and ridiculous his idea of reconciling the conflict between the Emperor and his ministers was. The two sides were obviously irreconcilable enemies. The conflict between the Emperor and his ministers was because of the loss of the Emperor's power and the expansion of the civil officials' power. It was either you die or I die. As a civil official, Wang Xijue had no way out.
"Your Majesty, please calm down."
Wang Xijue closed his eyes in pain. He bent his knees and knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling.
Daming has given you scholars the privilege to assist the Emperor in governing the world. Not only are you not grateful, but you also want to take this power away from the Emperor's hands, turning the Emperor into a useless mascot, a useless puppet. If so, why does the country value the scholars and despise the military? What was it for?
But now that he saw Wang Xijue kneeling on the ground and trembling, Zhu Yijun suddenly felt that it was useless to say anything more. He took a deep breath, then exhaled and waved his hand disappointedly.
"Get up! Someone, please sit down! "
Wang Xijue's heart relaxed, and he breathed a few sigh of relief without a trace. He shakily climbed up and stood with his head lowered. When the brocade stools bestowed by the Emperor arrived, he only dared to sit on half of his buttocks. He didn't dare to sit directly.
"What do you want from me? Tell me, I'm listening."
Zhu Yijun threw out the topic.
Wang Xijue breathed another sigh of relief and slowly said, "Your Majesty, this old subject is indeed here for the matter of the Crown Prince, but this old subject is not here to ask Your Majesty to appoint the eldest son as the Crown Prince."
Zhu Yijun slowly asked, "Then tell me, what are you thinking? You are here for the Crown Prince, but not to persuade me to appoint the eldest son. Could it be that you want to persuade me to appoint the second son? Cabinet Elder Wang, do you really not want to be the Cabinet Chief? Are you not afraid of drowning in the memorials of the imperial censors? "
Zhu Yijun had a mocking smile on his face. He was very clear that the so-called political correctness of these civil officials was that they couldn't stand on the same side as the Emperor. Otherwise, they would be abandoned by everyone and become treacherous officials, losing the foundation of ruling. Even the cabinet officials would have the same fate. That was why Shen Shixing and Xu Guo had been serving as the vanguard of the officials.
Wang Xijue's words sounded a little rebellious. Could it be that this old fellow really wanted to fight against those scholars? Internal strife? Was there such a good thing in this world?
Zhu Yijun tried to use Grandpa Jiajing's trick to divide the officials to maintain his exclusive position, but soon found that Grandpa Jiajing's trick had been seen through by the officials, and he couldn't play it anymore. If he insisted on playing it, he would only be played. Zhu Yijun couldn't accept such a result, so he quickly gave up the self-defeating approach and played non-violent non-cooperation. He couldn't do anything to the officials, and the officials couldn't do anything to him.
It was precisely because Wang Xijue understood this that he racked his brains to come up with a compromise. But now it seemed that this compromise might not have the effect he imagined.
"This old subject has no regrets even if I die, but Your Majesty promised in the 18th year of Wanli that you would appoint the Crown Prince in the 21st year of Wanli. Now the whole court is waiting for Your Majesty to make a decision and fulfill the promise. Your Majesty, if you continue to confront the officials, I'm afraid it will be disadvantageous to the Daming. Therefore, this old subject suggests that Your Majesty appoint the three princes together!"
"The three princes together?"
Zhu Yijun was both worried and happy these days. He was happy that Xiao Ruxun won the war and got so much money for the Daming. He was worried that no matter how much money he had, he couldn't afford to appoint the Crown Prince.
In the 18th year of Wanli, when the fight for the foundation of the country was at its most intense, Zhu Yijun was forced to hold the hand of the eldest son, Zhu Changluo, and put on a show in front of the officials, showing that the relationship between the father and son was deep, not like the outside world said that they were like fire and water. Later, he used the excuse that the eldest son was still young and had to wait a few years before the ceremony. At that time, it was a troubled time. The officials saw the emperor compromise and thought that they had achieved a stage victory, so they agreed.
Now that the three-year period was up, it was time for the emperor to fulfill his promise. The officials were looking forward to the emperor fulfilling the promise he made three years ago.
The emperor must not go back on his words. If the emperor went back on his words, the impact would not be small.
Therefore, Zhu Yijun was quite vexed. He still hated Zhu Changluo and liked Zhu Changxun. As a father, as the emperor, he believed that he had the right to decide who would be his successor and inherit the country. But now, he couldn't do it.
The eldest son of the first wife, it was all because of this eldest son of the first wife!
Zhu Yijun seemed to have found a way to solve the problem that troubled him the most after hearing Wang Xijue's words.
"The three princes will be conferred together. The eldest son, Chang Luo, the third son, Chang Xun, and the fifth son, Chang Gao, will be conferred as vassal kings at the same time. Wang Xijue, is this what you mean?"
Wang Xijue nodded, "That's right."
"Will the officials agree to it? Can't the officials see that I don't want to appoint Chang Luo, but Chang Xun instead? "
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