"Interesting indeed, an emperor creating his own opposition."
The Earl of North Border sat on his Pixiu, chewing on dry rations as he spoke.
"Sometimes the emperor and the commoner are vastly different, but sometimes there's no difference at all. A powerless emperor can sometimes be worth even less than a commoner."
The Earl of North Border nodded in agreement, adding, "Is the Son of Heaven truly destined for the throne? He who possesses a strong army and robust horses shall rule."
This has been an unchanging truth since ancient times.
