Cha Shiyin was not in a hurry and waited quietly for Ming Shuangli's reply. After several minutes, Ming Shuangli asked in a low voice: "What will happen if no one is in charge of the holy sword Hui Yao?"

"The troops from the fifth district invaded the capital, and there may not be many casualties at first. Even the troops from the outer districts did not commit any crimes, giving people the illusion that they were just here to uphold justice." Ling Jiangli said calmly: "But after all, they are not here to do it.

Charity, but fighting for power and gaining access to the throne, will soon lead to mutual conquests and fights."

"Once a fight breaks out, their friendly mask will no longer be able to be worn. The soldiers will not be able to tell whether you are an enemy soldier or a civilian, let alone a private house or an enemy fortification. Yanjing will be burned to the ground, and countless people will be treated as if they were grassroots.

The soldiers were wiped out, the bustling streets turned into battlefields, and the ponds were filled with corpses."

"Those people from outside the area will not cherish this thousand-year-old capital, let alone pity the compatriots living here. In order to prevent the revival of the royal family, they will first raise their butcher's knife against the royal family..."

"Okay, Ling Shoufu." Cha Shiyin said, "Is it fun to scare a child?"

Ling Jiangli did not refute and stayed aside in silence.

"If no one lifts the holy sword, will Yanjing become miserable?" Ming Shuangli murmured.

Cha Shiyin: "Yes."

"Will the imperial court be destroyed?"

"yes."

"The royal family will be... massacred?"

"yes."

“Will Kinki become a war zone?”

"yes."

"The world will never be peaceful again?"

"There will be no peace for twenty years."

Ming Shuangli clenched the crazy mask in his hand, his expression extremely tangled and painful: "I, I..."

She bit her lip and lowered her head heavily: "I'm sorry!"

Cha Shiyin shook his head: "No one needs to apologize for not being brave enough."

"It's not that I'm not brave, I, I'm just..." Ming Shuangli was speechless, looking like he was unable to speak.

Cha Shiyin felt something in his heart and looked at Cha Huan. The old principal said: "Niruo has been wearing the mask of madness for too long and was ravaged and unable to resist. Although he was rescued, his spirit was too deeply corroded by the mask of madness and he was half-mad and half-awake.

.Only when Shuangli Palace is by his side will he calm down and regain his senses."

"Perhaps it takes more courage to survive for one person than to sacrifice for many people." Cha Shiyin said calmly: "You don't live to see people you don't even know applauding you. The people you love in this world

Although there are not many, there are also very few people who love you."

Although Ming Shuangli was still a little confused, his eyes showed firmness and he nodded lightly.

"In this case, the pressure will all fall on you, Shuiyungong."
Chapter completed!