Chapter 953: Receiving the Tiger Tally

There is a very interesting matter that Liu Zheng has studied for a long time.

That is, all civilizations in human history seem to have the same developmental trajectory. They all go from primitive society to slave society, then to feudal society.

It seems, without exception.

For example, Zhongguo is also a feudal society, with emperors.

England is the same.

France, Germany.

Logically speaking, these countries did not have much interaction in ancient times. So why would they have the same system, and why is history always so similar?

It is likely the development of human nature, likely the result of humans beginning to live in groups, and then influenced by various historical reasons and factors. Man's awe of heaven and earth caused the imperial or royal families to become the entities that ruled them. Just as Rousseau mentioned in the book *Discourse on the Origin of Inequality*, the history of human progress is also the history of human degradation, and the establishment of Private Ownership is the key link that caused human inequality and its consequences.

Then, slowly, this person began to possess greater and greater power, which developed into royal families and imperial families.

Of course.

And the establishment of Private Ownership also derived the distribution of power.

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At the very beginning, everyone was equal, but in order to complete a certain task, some kind of large-scale labor, or hunting, a leader was needed to emerge to lead, organize the team, and distribute work, rights, and profits.

The British royal family after the Glorious Revolution had already begun to be slowly hollowed out by the Gentry, but the hearts of the common people still tended toward royalism.

The Joseon dynasty at this time was the same.

These are not important.

What we are discussing here is the situation of the Joseon dynasty at this time; the status of the Joseon royal family was, in fact, remarkably similar to that of the British royal family during the Glorious Revolution.

The same as Britain.

Even though those feudal lords and the New Aristocracy of the Gentry had the strength to overthrow the royal family at the time, after experiencing several revolutions, they went in circles and still pushed the royal family to the position of supreme ruler. Because they discovered that only if the royal family existed would the British people be united as one.

The Literati Purges and Bitter Remonstrance of Joseon lasted for more than two hundred years, and these two hundred years were also two hundred years of hollowing out the power of the royal family.

But.

The Joseon dynasty was the same.

That is, I hand over the government to you, and you let us, the royal family, live a life without worries. At the very least, you should not fail to support us just because you possess power.

Therefore.

In this process of royal power changing, being delegated, or being consolidated, the royal family and these New Aristocracy had some compromises.

If someone were to break this balance, then things would get quite serious.

Jin Wanji grabbed his subordinate by the collar and roared, "What are you saying? What are you saying? How could he have appeared among the crowd, how could he!"

This is a balance point.

It is also a compromise.

When this news arrived, Jin Wanji was stunned on the spot.

The royal family!

Li Tun's nephew.

A playboy famous in Hancheng, Li Wei, had actually died among the crowd!

He even started to feel dizzy.

Now things have gotten serious!

That is a member of the royal family!

A royal had actually died, had actually been killed by them!

"My Lord."

The group of people were also anxious.

"My Lord."

"We don't know when he snuck in! He must have been drunk."

A member of the royal family has died!

In an instant, the Westerner Party side was completely stunned.

The Westerner Party and the Southerner Party had been constantly bickering, and Li Tun had always remained silent, the reason being that no matter how you fight, just don't touch the interests of our royal family!

Good heavens!

The group of people also followed Jin Wanji to the scene.

Who would have known.

"Quick, take me to see it!"

Jin Wanji said fiercely.

Surrounded by the crowd, with the commoners pointing and whispering, was the corpse of a young man wearing brocade clothes, looking to be in his early twenties; it appeared that when he died, he must have drunk quite a lot of alcohol, and there was still some cosmetic powder on his face, likely left overnight by a courtesan from the brothel.

Of course.

By the time they arrived here, several leaders of the Southern Faction had already appeared on the scene.

Li Hang, Zhang Xuan, and Zhao Shixi also had faces ashen with rage.

Li Wei.

The Westerners and the Southerners both gasped.

This is not important.

What is important is that this was indeed that playboy.

The Southerners were also stunned.

Because it takes two to tango; without them, this royal certainly would not have died.

The Westerners were numb.

Because it was their people who made the move.

Those fully armed Duqi and Duwei no longer had any thoughts of fighting each other.

Everyone's gaze silently turned toward that corpse.

What should be done?

In an instant, the farce that had lasted for several days came to an abrupt end.

But, he is a member of the royal family.

The commoners were also numb.

The Capital City has many playboys.

Such a person, who incited the wrath of both gods and men, died, so he died.

"His Majesty has arrived!"

"Make way, make way, His Majesty has arrived!"

Because now it was going to get interesting.

"His Majesty has arrived!"

Suddenly, it became chaotic.

Jin Wanji's body swayed violently, and he followed by kneeling down.

Li Tun appeared at the most opportune moment; for a time, the sounds of hooves, footsteps, kneeling, and shouting rose one after another.

The scene.

The entire crowd knelt in worship, silent as the grave.

With disheveled hair, Li Tun ran down from the royal Horse Carriage; when he saw the corpse of Li Wei, he could not help but throw himself over it and wail bitterly.

Ten thousand Imperial Guards escorted Li Tun to the scene.

The Duqi and Duwei personnel present also knelt down one by one.

"Brilliant!"

"Wei'er!"

He cried with such heart-wrenching agony.

How could one, in such a chaotic situation, Drawn Sword without causing the Westerner Party or the Southern Faction to take desperate risks, like Min Weizhong, and rely on military power to stage a rebellion at a critical moment? Yet, one must also, in this situation, strip them of their command over the Duqi and Duwei.

After thinking for a long time, Liu Zheng could not come up with a perfect solution.

Liu Zheng, on the third floor of the Honglu Temple, saw all of this happen and could not help but offer praise.

He had been wondering how Li Tun would Drawn Sword.

Incredible.

Even Liu Zheng felt that this bitter-suffering ruse of Li Tun's was truly incredible.

I did not expect this.

A playboy who committed every evil deed imaginable had, at this moment, served a great purpose.

No one expected that this person, who would not have stirred up even half a ripple in the long river of history if not for his royal status, would become the protagonist of this incident.

Furthermore.

This Li Wei was actually not a relative Li Tun was overly close to; the title of "Royal Uncle" was separated by who knows how many generations, and it had long since ceased to be intimate. But because of his royal status, he never had to worry about food or clothing his whole life, and naturally, he became a well-known pampered playboy in this Capital City. No one dared to provoke him, nor was there any need to.

But just such a person.

Li Tun almost cried himself into a faint over this nephew, whom he had likely never even met once.

He wailed about how, as a Royal Uncle, he had watched him die in the Capital City, and how he was supposed to answer to his parents.

He became a key figure in the future rise of Li Chao.

History is just this absurd, this ironic, this ridiculous.

Jin Wanji already wished he could bury his head deep into the ground.

Li Hang also dared not utter a single word.

The Imperial Guards had already swiftly surrounded the entire scene.

The commoners began to shout, demanding the execution of the murderer, their collective indignation boiling over.

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty."

And then.

With swollen eyes, Li Tun stood up, swaying, supported by Queen Inhyeon.

"Collect the Duqi and Duwei Tiger Tally!"

"Collect the Tiger Tally!"

A group of people had just been crying along with him; at this moment, Li Tun had recovered, but they had not yet "recovered."

Because the blades of the Imperial Guards were already held to their necks.

After Li Tun coldly looked around at these people, he finally stated the purpose of his arrival today.

Everyone.

Felt their hearts sink upon hearing it.