episode_0155

In the ancient Chinese worldview, the emperor is the son of heaven.

To explain it further, should we say that he is a person who has received the will of heaven, that is, a mandate from heaven, and has been given the right to rule the world on behalf of heaven?

‘If you’re talking about a company, you could say he’s a branch manager.’

Of course, that doesn’t mean he’s just a salaried boss.

The emperor is a branch manager who is granted considerable discretion by headquarters thanks to his noble lineage, which is called royal.

So what happens if the branch manager is sick… no, he’s a god?

This can be seen by looking at the current state of the Han Dynasty.

How much of an asshole did the emperor look like, would he, who was just the head of a pseudo-religion, start a revolution to try his hand at being emperor?

They even went so far as to send out SOS messages to the people because they were unable to subdue even those who were just civilians not long ago…

At this point, it seemed rather surprising that the imperial family had survived for several more decades after the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

And what made that possible was…

‘It must be authority.’

I’ll say it again, the current emperor, Emperor Ying, is clearly an asshole.

After all, it is amazing that he is the first man in the world to implement a price scouting system for government officials.

However, just because the current emperor is an asshole, it is not right to treat those who previously ascended the throne as assholes.

Isn’t Emperor Guangwu, who opened the Later Han Dynasty, one of the most famous rulers in Chinese history?

What about Liu Bang, who succeeded in defeating Xiang Yu, who can be said to be the original military restaurant, and taking the title of the first commoner-turned-emperor in Chinese history?

Because such people existed before, everyone looks at the current emperor and thinks, ‘Wow, when will that idiot get behind him…’, but they do not criticize even the imperial family.

To that extent, for the people of this era, the imperial family was close to something sacred that should not be carelessly criticized.

The gantry sent by His Majesty the Emperor had arrived, so when the other person shouted to jump out and check it, not only the elf girl Pingchang, who suffers from a habitual royal complaint, but even Cao Cao, who disapproves of the Emperor, got up from their seats without saying a word. existed.

And I got up from my seat and followed behind Jojo as he left the barracks… and it wasn’t long before I was able to see him.

I saw a pig standing on two legs with a disgusted expression on its face, probably because it was time to eat its belly.

“Shall we have boiled pork for dinner tonight…”

If you chew a piece of boiled, soft pork with a little bit of slightly sweet radish kimchi on top, it would be paradise.

As I was licking my lips, imagining such a thing in my mind, I received an evil look from Jo-in, who was serving Jo-jo next to me with what felt like my right or left arm.

Jo-in’s face became even more distressed when he confirmed my hand gesture, as I gave him the greeting that I had not been able to convey to him while I was busy dealing with the accident caused by the little boy I was marrying.

While I was having a one-sided discussion with Jo-in, I arrived in front of the pig, where Jo-jo was showing off the miracle of being able to stand on two feet like a human despite being a mere animal.

What greeted Jojo as he reached his destination was a mat that looked extremely rough.

‘what? Is this some Luoyang-style, old-fashioned humor aimed at ridiculing the former mat seller over there, Su-gyeom, the current royal family member?’

Even so, there is nothing wrong with treating guests.

It’s like a baby’s knee.

Just as I had the same thought while looking at the particularly rough-looking mat, I wonder if the fact that I didn’t like the existence of the mat wasn’t much different from Jojo’s.

Perhaps it was because he was in front of a royal envoy sent by the emperor and a living, breathing loyalty tester, but Cao Cao, who had kept his expression as calm as possible, narrowed his eyes.

“What are you doing? You must quickly obey His Majesty’s orders.”

No, someone would think that Ji was the emperor…

It’s not even the famous Sipsangsi, but even so, what on earth are you believing in when you’re a guy who was pushed out of the slot and just plays the role of a human Jeon Seo-gu?

‘no way···.’

Are you doing this on purpose?

It was a sudden thought, but when I thought about it, it seemed like it had a lot of potential.

That’s because Cao Cao, who was on the rise in Luoyang, was suddenly appointed as the prefect of his hometown, Chohyeon, because he touched the uncle of Jian-seok, one of the Ten Sangsi.

An ordinary person would have immediately boarded the Neungjicheocham Coaster led by five cows, but Jojo avoided punishment by using the name of his grandfather, Jo Deung.

So, from the point of view of the Sipsangsi, how obtrusive would Jojo’s presence be?

Still, they couldn’t bear to touch him, so instead they decided to get him out of sight through a vengeful promotion… Since the bitch who was kicked out to a corner of the country is on the verge of being reborn as a war hero using the special power of the Yellow Turban, the eunuchs think they have to do something. I would have done it.

What if such shady intentions were revealed in this form?

There was nothing good about stretching out here.

Although it is a truly unfortunate fact, ignoring the royal envoy that moves to convey the emperor’s orders is the same as ignoring the emperor’s authority.

Of course, as time passes, an era will come in which the authority of the emperor becomes a cheap joke… but it is not the time yet.

In addition, our company, JoJo, was just a startup that had just opened.

That was probably why Jojo calmly knelt on the mat.

And, as expected, was it right that he was behaving more recklessly for the purpose of provoking the other person? As soon as Cao Cao knelt down on the mat, the pig, or rather the envoy sent by the emperor, clicked his tongue.

Then, he cleared his throat a couple of times and began to recite something that was an order from the emperor in a very treacherous voice…

If I were to condense a statement full of useless rhetoric as much as possible, it would be this.

ㅡUh~ Jo Ah-man~ You worked hard to beat up those yellow bandanas, and in recognition of your efforts, I will give you a special official position, so don’t show off any further and get the hell out of there.

To be honest, I was a little impressed.

Although I have often seen cases where a general who suffered repeated defeats on the battlefield was blamed and replaced, this was the first time since the case of Admiral Yi Sun-sin that a commander who was so successful that he had never been defeated was replaced.

To this extent, wouldn’t Renjo, Joseon’s marching expert, have actually referenced Emperor Yeong?

The fact that King Yeong is an asshole and a moron is a ‘secret only for us’ that everyone in the world knows, but still…

Was I not the only one who was at a loss for words at that moment?

A feeling of absurdity appeared on the faces of Cao Ren, who was next to me, as well as Xiahou Dun and Xiahou Yan, who had come to check what was going on after hearing the news that the emperor’s envoy had arrived.

The problem was that I couldn’t reject it just because it was absurd.

“···Hwang Eun is devastated.”

The moment you refuse, ‘How dare you… talk back to a subject? treason! It’s treason!’ It’s obvious that they’ll be screaming to the east, west, south, and north, so how can they refuse?

“Here is the symbol symbolizing the status of Jinan State.”

It was not a gift set exchanged every holiday, but a box wrapped in a silk cloth was placed on Jojo’s palm.

“Currently, the position of Jinan Minister is vacant, so I will also convey His Majesty’s message that he would like to move quickly and demonstrate his outstanding ability in Jinan State as well.”

Ah, this is annoying.

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Now that the Emperor’s name had fallen, it was tantamount to treason for us to participate in the subjugation of the Yellow Turban enemy.

After all, he was disobeying the emperor’s orders and moving the military, but would the Sipsangsi, who regard Cao Cao as a thorn in their eyes, remain silent?

Even if we had no intention of doing so, they would somehow frame us as treason.

So I told the soldiers that our fight ended here…

“Jojo’s army…is disbanded here…”

“Eh….? Well, what is that…?”

“Lie! It’s a lie, right?!”

“Ha, but master! I haven’t even fought properly yet…!”

“That’s right! You said that if you just trust and follow Mr. Master, you will succeed!”

As the news of disbandment was announced while they were on a roll, soldiers began to run wild like passionate fans who heard the news that their favorite idol group was disbanding.

Among them, the reaction of the soldiers who followed me and joined Cao Cao’s army was especially strong.

“I’m sorry, but His Majesty the Emperor is telling me to just do this.”

“Ah, um…”

“By the way, who is this bastard who took advantage of the confusion and spoke informally?”

No matter how much you announce the disbandment, once your boss is your boss forever, you immediately start a disaster…?

It must have been a moment when people were concentrating on hunting down the culprit, with their eyes wide open to find out who that obnoxious guy was.

Knock!

“Ugh···?!”

I don’t know if it’s because it’s been a while, but Jo In’s fire fist feels even spicier as it hits the top of my head.

“Why are you harassing innocent soldiers? What the hell.”

“No, they spoke informally first…”

“Okay, Aman wants you to come in so we can talk.”