After becoming an outcast, she relied on the system to raise her children and counterattacked.

Seeing that Taoist Tianji had no hostility, Ye Jingyu turned his palm downward, and the teacup fell silently onto the stone table.

"Since you want to tell a story, tell it completely and clearly. Since you know that I am the emperor of the Great Zhou, you should also know what the emperor's family has been immersed in since childhood. You can't be fooled by a few words."

Taoist Tianji lifted his robe and sat down, poured another cup of tea for Ye Jingyu, and then let out a long sigh.

"Yes, the emperor is best at power and people's hearts, as well as the control of the overall situation. There has been no exception for thousands of years.

Although the emperor is young, he was able to control the plague and alleviate famine in just a few days, establish the Imperial Academy and the Martial Arts School, and provide a home for tens of thousands of people, and also allow the children of poor families to have a chance to succeed. This shows how extraordinary he is. "

Ye Jingyu picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said in a calm voice: "You are wrong. All this is not my credit, but the credit of the Queen of the Great Zhou. I am not here to discuss how to govern the country. What I want to ask is the cause of my grandfather's death."

"Yes, I am confused. Let me start with this story."

He straightened his robes and subconsciously straightened his body. Then he looked in the direction of the imperial city and said in a long voice, "Hundreds of years ago, there was a country called Feiyao. Its capital was called Sky City. The people there valued peace and lived in peace for generations. Except for the king and a few generals who protected the country, almost no one knew how to fight..."

Ye Jingyu raised his eyebrows. He did have some impression of Feiyao Country, but that was just an impression.

While he was thinking, he heard the old man Tianji continue to say: "The king is wise and well-loved by the people. Everyone thought that Feiyao Kingdom would be passed down from generation to generation. Unexpectedly, in the fifth generation of Feiyao Kingdom, a group of strong men suddenly came. They rode their horses across the border and pointed their swords at the capital. The generals retreated step by step. In order to protect the people, the king personally went into battle..."

Seeing that he wanted to say more, Ye Jingyu interrupted him coldly.

"Your story seems too long. I am not interested in how the Feiyao Kingdom fell. Tell me why my grandfather died."

Being able to endure and not take action was already Ye Jingyu's greatest kindness. He just wanted to know the cause of his grandfather's death and really didn't have the patience to listen to his nonsense.

Taoist Tianji shook his head and his tone became a little more serious.

"If you are just an ordinary person in the martial arts world, you don't have to listen to these words, but if you are the emperor, you have to listen to them.

Although few people in Feiyao practiced martial arts, the ruler Luo Juntian was a man of great accomplishment. After he died in battle, he passed on his profound accomplishments to the prince Luo Shuiqing, hoping that he could drive out the powerful enemy and recover Feiyao. However, the enemy was too strong, so Luo Shuiqing led the remaining troops to retreat to Lianyun Mountain, and then committed suicide in public, thus putting an end to the disaster and saving the lives of the Qianyu people. "

Ye Jingyu snorted coldly: "Are you trying to tell me that you are one of those tribesmen?"

Taoist Tianji did not deny it.

"Your Majesty is truly intelligent."

"So what? Since ancient times, victors have been kings and losers have been bandits. If you lose, you lose. Do you really think you can restore your country with just a few remnants of your old army?"

Ye Jingyu's voice was indifferent, and his facial expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with horror.

If this is true, then this old man Tianji has lived for thousands of years. Can a person really live that long?

In other words, he is almost a half-immortal. If he really has this ability, wouldn't he be able to overturn the world with a flip of his hand?