Suddenly, Zhu Zhengwei’s heart was filled with a vivid sense of imagery.
He seed to see Emperor Tang, in the Imperial Study, reviewing docunts, constantly observing his own work, and secretly watching.
"We moved him to this position to overco this difficulty, but why does he spend 80% of his work ti secretly drinking tea?"
"Wei Zheng, have the officers above secretly supervise, but don’t expose that we already know his background."
"Wait, why is he still slacking off? And changing his thod of doing so?"
"Finally overca this difficulty. With his actual standard, sothing that should have been done in a few years took him more than a decade?" Emperor Tang looked at the morial and fell into deep thought.
"Let see, which position to move him to next... What other talents could he possibly have..."
...
It can be imagined that after Emperor Tang discovered his background, he conducted tests in various aspects to explore his talents.
However, by maintaining this slow, snail-paced slacking speed, he urged himself not to slack off, rebooting Chang’an City countless tis to achieve such amazing achievents.
"I can only say..."
"He is truly a persistent man."
Zhu Zhengwei thought to himself.
Zhu Zhengwei’s heart instantly relaxed.
He was just that steady and cautious.
Even if he forgot, and his background was discovered, in every tiline, he could slack off to the point the other was at their wits’ end.
Zhu Zhengwei’s expression beca solemn as he realized, "In every Chang’an City tiline, I am a brave capitalist fighter standing against capitalism..."
Indeed, it is .
No matter the ti and space, I am a brave hero resisting the capitalists.
And through the repeated extravagant slacking experiences, no wonder... in front of Emperor Tang, there is really nothing he can do about this idle slacker... So after this reboot, he’s finally planning to speak honestly and openly with ??
Zhu Zhengwei’s thoughts kept turning as he looked at Emperor Tang before him.
"Frankly speaking, I have tried many tis, but all kinds of thods cannot explore your background..."
In the room, Emperor Tang spoke with a very helpless voice, "I guessed that you might be an embodint of a Saint."
"Saints, during lengthy ages, have continuously specialized in knowledge, nearing omniscience and omnipotence... If you are an embodint of a Heavenly Saint, then being able to solve problems perfectly everywhere makes sense."
He spoke softly:
"But in fact, through the Heaven-Revealing Mirror of Great Tang, you are not an embodint, but the original True Spirit; you are a complete life, and you can only be the main body."
Zhu Zhengwei is special.
As the core authority of the Creator God, he possesses the ability to create worlds and people.
Therefore, each of his embodints is an independent life, possessing its own complete three souls and Seven Spirits, sothing outsiders would definitely not be able to see through, because they are themselves complete individual lives.
This is also why he dares to use embodints to scout everywhere.
"So, since you are the main body, a complete life, is it possible you are an ancient existence that has fallen? The actual main body that has reincarnated to demonstrate such astounding aptitude?"
"If so, an ancient accumulated omniscient and omnipotent knowledge repository over long periods, making everything quickly learnable... could very well explain it."
"But if this is speculated, then I still cannot guess beyond that."
"The scope is too vast and broad; if you truly are a fallen existence from Primordial Chaos prehistory, the identity can still not be explored, since there were too many great powers fallen in those ancient tis."
Emperor Tang pressed his temples in frustration, appearing very troubled.
"The only thing I can confirm is, even if you are a reincarnation of so existence, you have no mory of a truly powerful entity...."
"Yes, this is sothing I have clearly observed."
"A person’s behavior, instincts, cannot be hidden; your imdiate reaction to events reveals a lot."
Indeed, Emperor Tang had discovered many of his secrets.
He was indeed not a strong person; if he were secretly observing from countless Chang’an City tilines, it would certainly be impossible to hide it.
"Another confirmation of you having no mories is..."
"Even if a Heavenly Saint were to lose their power, they would instinctively stay away from Chang’an City, not deliberately find a way to infiltrate my Chang’an City with ulterior motives."
"Because I am the Son of Heaven here, omnipotent, no one can escape here, no one can hide from ..."
Emperor Tang revealed a slight smile, "Even if you are again a strong existence, you can’t escape... You cannot leave my Chang’an City for life, nor can you contact outsiders; you can only obediently be my pri minister of Great Tang."
He glanced faintly at Zhu Zhengwei, softly opening his mouth: "No matter who you are, you can only bear this destiny..."
Zhu Zhengwei calmly looked at him.
He said nothing and continued with his speech.
But Emperor Tang also said nothing further, continuing to bow his head, reviewing docunts.
In the room, the rustling sound of morials being edited could be heard.
Zhu Zhengwei saw the atmosphere had stalled for a while, and then he spoke: "Your Majesty, are you not restarting the past this ti? Next ti, should I expect another thod to interrogate ?"
"No, I have tested far more than you can imagine. I am already tired of it."
He didn’t even raise his head, speaking: "I am tired of playing the tea-drinking little ga with you; you don’t even know that over the years, the tea you’ve drunk during work could have made it rain heavily over Chang’an City...."
Emperor Tang found it unprecedentedly headache-inducing!
Ordinarily, for soone whose background is unclear, they would be directly executed.
But such talent cannot be killed; he kept restarting, and indeed the wool-gathering felt nice... So, he could only keep rebooting to trace the other’s background, but the other’s tea-drinking, slacking-off work was simply a madly repetitive torture...
For the first ti, he felt: the endless cycle before him was not questioning and torturing the other, but himself.
"Won’t restart?"
Zhu Zhengwei couldn’t react for a mont.
What does it an to be bored?
To leave him there, like a wooden person?
To continue editing docunts?
He was already prepared: he might just forget the conversation that just happened, restart the Chang’an City world, and return to so point in the past...
His mind continued thinking: "This ti, a pri minister, next ti, might be a consort or so ghostly entity... coming one after another to test . It is just unfortunate that returning to the past... I will not rember what is happening now."
Then suddenly it was said that he no longer plans to restart...
"The Emperor’s aning is very clear now."
At this ti, Wei Zheng slowly stepped out, saying: "From today onwards, we are colleagues. You will be the pri minister here, and work well... Serve the Great Tang’s realm."
Zhu Zhengwei was puzzled.
"You have no choice now, regardless of who you were, or what thoughts you had... you can only restart here, and beco the pri minister," Wei Zheng said.
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