Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 449 I Want Sima Yi's Entire Clan

"Your Majesty is the sovereign!"

"As a subject, how can you presume to speak of deposing or installing emperors!"

"I will pretend I never heard of this matter, and there is no need to mention it again!"

Prime Minister Zhuge's belief was loyalty to the emperor, and his ideal was to serve the country.

Lin Dao actually wants him to depose the emperor?!
If it were someone else here, Prime Minister Zhuge would have already summoned the armored soldiers.

Without further ado, Lin Dao got up, grabbed his laptop, and started showing the remaining episodes to Prime Minister Zhuge.

When Prime Minister Zhuge saw the deaths of his sons and grandsons in battle, his eyes were filled with tears, but his face also showed a sense of relief.

He saw that Liu Shan still had troops and provisions in the city, and that reinforcements were on their way, so he took the initiative to leave.

He saw Liu Chen, the Prince of Beidi, commit suicide in the Imperial Ancestral Temple to serve his country.

He witnessed Jiang Wei's struggle, saying, "I have a plan that can restore the nation from peril and bring light back to the sun and moon," and his ultimate suicide to die for his country.

He saw Liu Shan arrive in Luoyang, and Liu Shan, who was so happy in front of Sima Zhao that he forgot about Shu!
Prime Minister Zhuge has broken through his defenses.

He sat in the chair, covering his face with his hands and sobbing.

"Siyuan~"

"Sun Xi~"

"King of the North"

"Boyo~"

"My lord!!!" Prime Minister Zhuge suddenly looked up, tears streaming down his face. "Your subject has failed your trust!"

"It is my fault for failing to properly educate Your Majesty."

Amidst the clattering sounds, Zhao Yun, Zhang Bao, and the others rushed in, weapons in hand.

Then I saw Lin Dao sitting there, leisurely twirling the pen in his hand.

The prime minister, however, wept bitterly, tears streaming down his face, murmuring "My lord!"
This scene is truly baffling.

How could the usually wise prime minister be so out of control?
After finally calming his agitated emotions, Prime Minister Zhuge waved for everyone to leave.

Some things should not be spread.

Lin Dao spoke leisurely, "If such a tyrannical ruler were to gain control of the world, wouldn't that create injustice?"

"I'm here to help, not to help the tyrannical ruler."

Prime Minister Zhuge breathed a sigh of relief. "The future is still uncertain. If we supervise closely, I imagine... where are you going?"

Lin Dao didn't listen to his rambling at all, and immediately got up to pack his things and leave.

"If it doesn't make sense, then there's no need to waste words."

He packed up his laptop and said, "Go and properly instruct your foolish ruler, and see if he can change his ways."

"I'll go about my own business. Goodbye."

"Wait!" Prime Minister Zhuge hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed him. "This matter is still negotiable."

Without Lin Dao's miraculous abilities to help him, even if he knew what would happen next, there would be nothing he could do.

At Jieting, facing 50,000 of Cao Wei's most elite troops, they still couldn't hold the position.

Even if Wei Yan were to take the Ziwu Valley route, he might not succeed.

Even more frightening is what if this person ran off to Cao Wei?
"I made a request."

Lin Daoqu tapped his fingers on the terms he had written down, "This is not a negotiation."

"Zihou," Prime Minister Zhuge said anxiously, holding his hand tightly. "Please discuss this further."

Lin Dao shook his head. "There's nothing more to discuss."

Prime Minister Zhuge Liang reiterated, "After all, he is His Majesty. How can a subject depose the emperor?"

"That's a point of view," Lin Dao chuckled. "During the four hundred years of the Han Dynasty, how many ministers didn't depose emperors?"

"There were Cao Can and Huo Guang in the distant past, and Dong Zhuo more recently. It's nothing serious."

"You're not doing this for yourself."

Lin Dao said in a low voice, "You did this so that all the people in the world could live better lives."

"Besides, it's not like we're plotting to usurp the throne."

"Liu Chen, the Prince of Beidi, is Liu Bei's grandson, a blood relative, not Liu Feng's child. The throne has not been passed on to anyone else, don't you agree?"

Seeing that Prime Minister Zhuge was deep in thought, Lin Dao added fuel to the fire.

"Have you forgotten about the Yellow Turban Rebellion?"

"Liu Shan is even more incompetent than Emperors Huan and Ling. If you were gone one day, and there was no one to restrain him, what do you think he could do? Wouldn't he cause another Yellow Turban Rebellion?"

"It's not that we're going to kill him. He likes to be happy, so let him be happy every day."

Prime Minister Zhuge raised his head, his expression complex.

"For the sake of the people and for the sake of our lord, this is the only way."

He had no choice but to agree.

On the one hand, Liu Shan's actions were indeed heartbreaking.

The phrase "enjoying pleasure so much that one forgets one's homeland" actually means forgetting that one's ancestral graves are all here!

His son died so bravely for his country that he, as his father, wasn't even worthy to carry his son's shoes!
As for Jiang Wei, this young man whom we have not yet met, his unwavering loyalty has been wasted!
"Since you've promised, you have to keep your word."

Lin Dao narrowed his eyes. "Otherwise, I wouldn't mind taking matters into my own hands."

"Since I have agreed, I will certainly do my best." Prime Minister Zhuge took a breath, sat down, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"The third one."

Lin Dao continued to record and write about "the disintegration of aristocratic families and clans".

"Prime Minister, as you know, the Han dynasty perished at the hands of powerful clans."

“They are all states within states, possessing countless interests, yet they don’t even have to pay taxes.”

"The heavy burden can only fall on the shoulders of the people."

"Even if you smash all the bones of the people, how much oil can you squeeze out?"

"Moreover, powerful families everywhere seized land and people, driving ordinary people into serfdom."

"The people either cannot survive or are enslaved, so naturally they will rise up in rebellion."

Prime Minister Zhuge's face regained its composure.

He frankly admitted, "What Zihou said, though not entirely accurate, is not far off."

"However, the powerful clans and aristocratic families in various regions are deeply entrenched. How can we dismantle them?"

If it were Lin Dao himself, he wouldn't have gone through all that trouble; he would have simply disposed of them all.

He was just too lazy to invest too much energy in this space-time.

"Since they are all states within states," Lin Dao said with a calm smile, "then let them establish their own states."

Prime Minister Zhuge broke down again, looking at Lin Dao as if he were a lunatic.

If powerful clans in various regions were to establish their own states, what role would the Han Dynasty play?
"Prime Minister, with your intelligence, you should be able to figure this out."

Lin Dao opened his laptop again and showed him the world map.

"This is nothing more than old wisdom from the Western Zhou Dynasty." "Sending people to barbarian lands to establish fiefdoms."

"Look at this, this is the Han Dynasty!"

"Hiss~" Prime Minister Zhuge gasped in shock, "Why is the Han Dynasty so small? How can the world be so vast?"

Lin showed him a two-dimensional diagram, not a sphere.

As for the reason, it's simply because they're too lazy to explain that the Earth is round.

“Look, we can emulate the enfeoffment system of the Western Zhou Dynasty and distribute the powerful clans to various regions.”

“Give them seals and certificates, dedicate a piece of land to them in the barbarian lands on the map, and let them go out and explore, conquer and build their own country.”

Lin Dao gestured on the screen and bluntly stated, "The world is so big, it's big enough to be divided into fiefdoms."

"Who knows, if some powerful family is wiped out by the local natives, they might get another chance to divide the spoils."

Prime Minister Zhuge stared at the map for a long time before finally catching his breath. "If... if they were all divided up and enfeoffed, what would we do?"

"Prime Minister, you're overthinking it."

Lin Dao smiled and waved his hand, "That's probably hundreds of years from now."

"The two Han dynasties each lasted only two hundred years."

"It is already a blessing from heaven that the Han Dynasty could survive for several hundred years."

"Do you need to worry about things that will happen hundreds of years from now?"

"When Wang Mang plotted to seize the Han throne, why didn't Liu Bang worry about it?"

"When Cao Wei replaced Han, Liu Xiu didn't pay any attention to it."

"Do your own job well, and the problems of future generations will be solved by them."

Once the whole world becomes Han territory, it won't matter who fights whom, who destroys whom, or who ultimately unifies the world.

As long as it's the Han dynasty, that's fine.

"Whoo~"

Prime Minister Zhuge breathed a sigh of relief. "Zihou is absolutely right. We can't worry about so much."

"Any other requests?"

"Yeah, there's more."

Lin Dao nodded. "The fourth point."

"Sima Yi's entire clan must be dealt with by me!"

These words greatly surprised Prime Minister Zhuge. "Why is that?"

He did foresee that the Sima family would ultimately gain control of the country.

Although it was the Sima family that seized the throne from Cao Wei, Cao Wei itself had taken the throne from the Han Dynasty.

It's a case of tit for tat.

What's up with this?

Could it be that Zihou was a member of the Cao clan?

But his surname isn't Cao!

Without further ado, Lin found the relevant historical videos he had downloaded and clicked to play them.

"Look for yourself, what a devastating blow the Sima family has inflicted on China!"

Prime Minister Zhuge looked on in confusion.

At first, his brows were slightly furrowed.

His expression grew increasingly grim, and he even began to grit his teeth.

In the end, he even slammed his fist on the table and stood up in anger.

"brute!"

"A bunch of beasts!"

"They all deserve to die!"

Prime Minister Zhuge Liang roared in fury, "We, the people of the mighty Han Dynasty, have been reduced to food! Food?!"

The Han Dynasty at this time had not yet suffered a large-scale invasion by the nomadic tribes.

At most, the Xiongnu people once attacked Ganquan Palace.

Unlike later periods, when there were two instances of national subjugation and racial extinction.

Although the Han Dynasty was plagued by internal strife, the common people suffered greatly, and some were even made into meat jerky.

But that was, after all, infighting among their own people.

Those mere barbarians deserve to die!

Prime Minister Zhuge was furious, and his eyes turned red.

"Sliced ​​beef and tripe in chili sauce, claypot rice, and lamb legs~"

"Hey! This all stems from the Sima clan!"

"Tell me, don't they all deserve to die?"

"Sever it! Destroy its ancestral rites!"

“Besides Sima Yi’s entire clan,” Lin Dao spoke again, “there is also Sun Quan of Eastern Wu.”

"This person has truly ruined the reputation of the people of Jiangdong."

"He should pay the price."

Prime Minister Zhuge Liang didn't seem to object, since very few people liked Sun Quan these days.

He calmed himself down and looked at Lin Dao to continue asking questions.

"Zihou, is there any other request?"

Lin Dao nodded. "My last request."

"It's all about killing the barbarians!"

"Prime Minister, you can use the heads of the barbarians to exchange for supplies."

"The more you kill, the more supplies you get in return."

"If you send a certain number of heads, I can give you a discount and offer special promotions."

Prime Minister Zhuge stared at him in astonishment, his gaze shifting uncertainly.

“Killing the barbarians is fine, but Zihou, your bloodlust is a bit too strong.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Dao simply smiled.

He waved his hand and said, "Just tell me, are you in or not?"

Looking at the tragic scenes on the screen, Prime Minister Zhuge breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand and slammed it on the table.

"Dry!"

(End of this chapter)