Why Has My Tyrant Become so Popular?

Xu Yingqing knew that he was a tyrant. When the Huns invaded the border, the general was seriously ill and dying. He broke into the general's mansion with his sword and forcibly transformed the general into a corpse slave. The general survived, but from then on he was neither a man nor a ghost, so it was natural to hate him. There was a severe drought in Guanzhong, and the imperial master said that this was destiny and could not be violated. He pinched the Imperial Preceptor's neck and forced the Imperial Preceptor to pray for rain. He cut off the candles on the altar with his sword and said, "I am the destiny of heaven!" The heavy rain in Guanzhong was pouring, but the national teacher suffered a backlash, and he has been on his sick bed ever since. The prime minister came from a noble family, but Xu Yingqing blindly suppressed wealthy families, initiated imperial examinations, and promoted poor families. Xu Yingqing killed the prince with his own hands because he wanted to feed the common people, but he defied everyone's opinions and raised his new-born only son under his knees. All of these people are capable officials in governing the world. These people should all hate him to death. So, Xu Yingqing really died. But he didn't die, he crawled out of the grave. It has been ten years since the human world suddenly passed away. Xu Yingqing thought that the atmosphere in the court should have changed a long time ago. Those who hated him were in great power. They should say that the late emperor was stupid and tyrannical. But when he walked to the market, what he heard was that the late emperor was wise and mighty. Those who hated him would drink libations at his grave every year. They said that the late emperor was so kind that he could not repay his kindness. Fortunately, I met the master of the Ming Dynasty, and he sang all over Yangchun without hesitation. "How could you think that I hate you? I don't want this high official's salary. I just want to be buried for you." Intention: The so-called lifelong struggle is just for the silhouette that is solidified in the depths of memory.