"Bastard, damn bastard..." Emperor Jing trembled as he cursed. He truly did not expect the Royal Family to bypass him and directly target the Dai Temples. He had absolutely no idea what the Royal Family sought to gain by this. Did they truly have to bring about the demise of Dajing?
All three hundred sixty-five Dai Temples in the Central Plains were burned down. In their wake, rebel armies—no, Emperor Jing was too embarrassed to even call them rebel forces—sprang up everywhere. Within a few short months, the entire Dajing had fractured. Warlords seized territories, vaguely forming alliances and advancing towards the Capital.
That alone would have been disastrous, but all the blame was placed squarely on his shoulders. The Royal Family had retreated into the shadows, turning him into the scapegoat. By the time he tried to find them, they had vanished without a trace, mysteriously disappeared.
