"Master Ito? What's wrong with you? Why can't you sit still? Is the chair broken?" Fu Yin'er quickly stood up and helped him.
"No, no, no, it doesn't matter. I was just careless... Well, Your Highness, does this mythical head of state have any profound meaning?" Ito asked carefully.
"What's the deep meaning?" Fu Yin'er shrugged, "It's just a story. My father told it when I was a kid to coax me to play. Isn't this the end of the conversation today? I just said it casually..."
"Ah! That's it. I see... Well, did that head of state have any more introductions to the Nibiru gods?"
"Haha, Master Ito also likes these science fiction stories? Where will there be any new introduction? It's just a story. My father doesn't call this a fairy tale, but a science fiction story..."
"By the way, I have a whole series of books signed by Jules Verne in my study. My favorite is Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by him... These stories are all science fiction stories!"
"My father didn't say much about Nibiru, but he told me many stories about the Age of Discovery... Actually, looking at it from another angle, when the Spanish came to America and massacred the indigenous people, it was a bit like Nibiru. It’s like the star gods came to earth..."
"This is a kind of crushing of lower latitudes by higher-tech dimensions... My father likes to talk about going to dimensions, and I don't know what he means!"
"My father also said that the future direction of our Chinese race is not actually Britain, France and the United States...Sooner or later we will still have to run towards the stars and the sea..."
Fu Yin'er looked up at the window, imagining how the sky would be filled with stars at night. "Father said...it will take more than a hundred years. Judging from the speed of development of human science and technology...in more than a hundred years, we humans will be able to land on the planet." The moon has gone up, what a magical era it was..."
At this point in the conversation, Ito could no longer keep up with Fu Yin'er's thoughts. A legend about Nibiru's gods made him confused. Is this a dream about the stars and the sea?
If others had said such silly things, Ito would have laughed at him a long time ago, but this was what came out of Fu Yin'er's mouth and was the thought in the head of the head, so he had to take it seriously.
By the time Fu Yin'er sent Ito away, the prince was already in a state of confusion. Walking down the mountain road, he almost kicked off his feet several times. The frightened entourage hurriedly grabbed his arm.
"What exactly is the spirit of Nibiru? Could it be that the head of state came from that star?"
"Can humans go to the moon in a hundred years? How to get there? Fly up there? How to fly? Can we rely on an airship? An airship can't fly that high?"
"Does the head of state have some secret method of cultivating immortals? Only those who have mastered it can become immortals? Is it possible for ordinary people like us to fly into the sky..."
"What is all this? What are the heads of the head of state and the prince thinking? I don't even have the slightest idea..."
Ito asked Fu Yin'er to almost go crazy with some science fiction stories, and in the 'Little East Palace', Fu Yin'er was serving tea respectfully.
"Ma'am, drink tea!" Fu Yin'er held the tea cup in both hands and put it into Fu Hui's hands. Fu Hui looked at him lovingly.
"Good boy... put it down quickly, it's hot! He looks more and more like the head of state, and looks better and better..."
Fu Hui came, sat in front of Fu Yin'er and received a courtesy from him, then took his hand and asked him to sit next to him.
"My child, you must always understand that there is no free loyalty in the world... In the court, there will always be no gains and no early gains!"
"If you want to use these Fusang ministers, they are indeed good swords, but you must also remember that they have taken refuge in you and are loyal to you. The ultimate goal is to give their Fusang nation a way out!"
"Be loyal to you, and finally change their life to a better one... Maybe in the next hundred years, these people may also occupy the magpie's nest!"
After all, Fu Hui had wallowed in the dirty puddles of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. She had been exposed to the environment of the Eight Banners since she was a child and had learned many practical survival skills.
Fu Hui doesn't hide these abilities from Fu Yin'er!
"Child, you must always have a vigilant heart. You must know that people's hearts are fickle, and everything a person does is determined by his current strength!"
"Money and power are the tiger's two claws. When he is still young, he will be very careful and always remain humble and loyal to the strong!"
"But who can guarantee what will happen after the minions expand? What if Fuso's power continues to expand ten times, twenty times, or even a hundred times?"
"Child... who will guarantee their loyalty to you? Ito is loyal? Well, even if he is loyal, how can you guarantee that his successors will be equally loyal?"
"Perhaps everyone in Fuso is loyal to you and your son, but time can change everything... What about a hundred years from now? What if your grandson lacks ability?"
Fu Hui told Fu Yin'er bit by bit the way to govern, and Fu Yin'er just listened obediently.
"Is that why Auntie asked me to tell these mysterious stories?" Fu Yin'er asked.
"Yes, kid... you have to remember that the core secret of the art of imperial control is actually a little... mystery!"
"This is what your father often said when distance creates beauty... You can't let people like Ito figure you out. You must ensure that the Xiao Clan will always have a sense of mystery in front of all people, but at the same time you yourself have to deny it in public. Such mysterious rumors..."
"The more you deny it, the more people will believe it. The more they believe it, the more mysterious it will be... and they will be more loyal to you then!"
"My child, do you know why the emperor is called the Son of Heaven? Do you know why people believe in the bizarre legends about emperors, high-ranking officials, and nobles?"
"Think about it carefully... Killing the white snake, swallowing the sun and moon, dreaming of gods and Buddhas... The lives of all the great figures in history are followed by a series of myths and legends, but the people firmly believe in them. Why is this?"
"Take the current situation as an example. More and more people in the Chinese clan believe that the Xiao family is a clan of gods and that your father is a being from heaven... Why do they believe so much?"
"Are there no suspicious smart people in the thousands of years of human history?"
"My child... this is the way to govern a country! In fact, it is not what these emperors and generals want to do, but what countless subjects choose to believe!"
"They have to find an excuse for being dogs and slaves!"
Like a wake-up call, Fu Yin'er suddenly understood, "Ah! I understand...I understand..."
"Compared to the superiors, the inferiors actually like these mysterious things more... because they want to find a legitimate reason for what they do?"
"Are they brainwashing themselves?"
