This sentence made every local noble simultaneously recall one thing: if the old system returns, they will turn from negotiable local rulers back into mere blood components within the system of the Eight Great Clans.
This is the foreboding of death to their vested interests. They know that if they don't speak up now, next time they won't get a chance to speak at all.
So, nobles outside of the Eight Great Clans continually began to voice their concerns.
The new nobility from the Southern Territory half-stood and raised their voice: "The local provinces cannot support your games in the Imperial Capital!"
The voice of the border marquis immediately pressed down: "Whoever dares to touch the northern front military budget, we will first declare autonomy!"
Local nobles were no longer whispering but stood up row by row: "The provinces are not vassals of the Eight Clans!" "We demand true autonomy!" "Don't let the old system crush the new emerging territories!"
