Because Song Yan kept moving honestly and without giving any directions, the morning went by swiftly.
At 12 o'clock, Song Yan returned on her own. He returned silently to the dorm. The dorm room is filled with boys.
When one of the youngsters saw him enter, he exclaimed, "Haha, our emperor is back."
"Yes, His Majesty the Emperor, I'm kowtowing to you!" Unexpectedly, another boy yelled.
Song Yan returned discreetly to her room after hearing laughter break out across the hostel for a brief period of time, at which point she grabbed her phone.
Song Yan was lying on the bed when her expression abruptly altered. His fists were clinched tightly, and his eyes were icy.
He was furious right now, but there was nothing he could do.
Huang Quandai had chosen him to be the emperor, but in reality, he was not. Not to add that the emperor is subject to a deadline. There are only three left.
Why does Song Yan behave so honestly and refuse to issue any orders? He has the ability, but does he know how to use it?
Of course not; he is aware of the difficulty in obtaining this power. In today's world, even three days with such power is enough to drive someone insane.
But he refrained from doing so because he was aware that three days later he would resume his regular life.
If he actually did something within three days, the inevitable retaliation would be too much for him to handle.
He isn't the actual Nine-Five Master, after all.
He had always dreamed of becoming the emperor, but this was his ambition from the beginning.
In fact, Song Yan has a long-kept secret that has come to light. After the Revolution of 1911, they changed their name from Song, which was not their family name. They were in fact direct descendants of the Aixinjueluo clan, which proved out to be their family.
These details are private, yet they are unimportant. We are now just regular individuals, after all. Who cares if we already knew he was Aisin Gioro? It's merely a joke, at most.
The same was also thought by Song Yan's parents. Song Yan, however, never believed it.
He adored watching costume dramas as a child, especially those set in the Qing palace. He was envious to the core as he watched the emperors take their seats on the throne one by one.
He's just jealous, that's all. He has a cowardly demeanour, has been unwell and frail since he was a little child. Let him think of this as a pipe dream.
He could be about to understand it now, though. He is merely the emperor of his class, though.
Song Yan was debating whether or not to proceed, though.
Huang Quandai then remarked, "My Emperor, it's been all morning and you haven't given even one order?"
I don't dare to grant such an order, because else I will be in trouble," Song Yan quickly retorted. Additionally, if I work alone, others won't let me finish.
"I recognise what you mean. Not to worry. How can you, an emperor, not have your own bodyguard? Soon, your bodyguard will arrive.
"When that time arrives, simply take it all in. as a king!"
Song Yan felt incredibly thrilled within, as if something were about to burst, but she couldn't put her finger on why as she listened to Huang Quandai's comments. This is a desire and an aspiration. This is a fantasy.
Zi Ruoling and I were having lunch at the time, and Ye Chentian was sitting next to me.
"As for Song Yan, we have to be on guard, or else we will be in serious trouble," he stated as he chewed his noodles slowly.
"Big trouble?" After a brief period of shock, I questioned oddly, "With Song Yan's character, it shouldn't cause any major difficulty. Song Yan will get his comeuppance three days after even if he does it. It is not worth it.
"That's not what you said." Ye Chentian boldly said, "You should know from reading history that power has always been a cup of deadly wine. He then raised his head and pushed up his glasses. But even this has drawn a huge number of competitors.
"People will continue to vie for power even while they are on the verge of death. You can say that without being nice. Every victor in history's succession of power struggles is referred to as an emperor.
"Therefore, it is difficult for me to believe that Song Yan will maintain her true intentions and will not use the emperor's power."
"What an emperor, this is all modern, so there is still such a thing!" yelled Zi Ruoling, raising her head in confusion.
"But Huangquandai created an emperor for us and gave him supreme power." Ye Chentian calmly took up the chopsticks, regarded the bowl of noodles, and said, "I don't know, the objective of Huangquandai. What is it, but this emperor will undoubtedly bring us a more dreadful tragedy than before!"
"It's still hard for me to believe it, because Song Yan is a good person." said Zi Ruoling.
"Good and terrible people can differ from one another. Good people have the potential to turn bad, and bad people have the potential to turn good.
Ye Chentian remarked in all seriousness.
"I still don't believe it." She shook her head, Zi Ruoling looking uncertain.
"Then let me tell you about an experiment that once shocked the world." "That experiment is called the Stanford Prison Experiment," Ye Chentian pointed up and remarked with icy eyes.
"At that time, the professor and his colleagues constructed a mock prison in the university's basement and enlisted 24 volunteers with healthy mental and physical conditions. Twelve participants were randomly split into two groups, with one group playing the role of a prisoner. The 14-day experiment is coming up.
"As a result, the experiment was terminated on the sixth day because an experiment organised discovered from the video that the guards tended to treat , using various dirty methods to torture the prisoners, but the prisoners did not know how to resist."
"The results of this experiment shocked the world, and it proved one thing to us."
"Situations can instantly alter a person's behaviour, whereas environments can gradually transform a person's personality. In some situations, a gentlemanly man can morph into a homicidal lunatic.
Ye Chentian seemed serious as he added, "Give a student who lacks self-control the authority of an emperor. For us, this would have been disastrous.
"In one day at most, we have to find a way, otherwise we will face an extremely cruel tyrant!"
And we won't be able to free ourselves from his grasp, sinking beneath his clutches. Nobody can withstand him. Because if you fight him, you'll die!"
I couldn't say anything, and neither could Zi Ruoling.
We continue to believe in our hearts that Song Yan would never act in such a manner.
However, our illusions were dashed this afternoon. Song Yan started carrying out murders!