These two places had been one since ancient times and were only separated later. Yet even after the division, their customs and local character remained similar; they were bound by kinship and tangled together, impossible to separate.
If Guangxi rebelled, Guangdong might not follow. But if Guangdong descended into chaos, once that bunch of brawny Guangxi men got hot-blooded, they would raise their hoes and join in directly.
So Guangdong could not be allowed to fall into disorder. Once it did, two places would be thrown into turmoil.
Cao Rong was the Commander-in-Chief of Guangdong. They had no idea how deeply he had entrenched himself there. If he were arrested, would his accomplices gamble everything on a desperate throw?
That was only one aspect. The deepest concern was whether this would provoke the military officials, opening an even wider rift between the two great camps of civil and military officials.
Not everyone could be like Xue Shao, considering only the interests of the state and its people rather than viewing matters from the standpoint of his own faction;
nor could everyone be like Pan Yun, holding only to her own bottom line and treating everyone without distinction.
Pan Yun pressed one hand onto a gold brick. The brick vanished before the eyes of the three men. "Never mind that. Take the things away first."
The moment Third Brother saw this, he immediately began moving gold bricks for her.
An Chen kicked him in the backside, furious at his failure to live up to expectations. "Gold isn't valuable."
Third Brother was bent over when the kick sent him sprawling atop the gold bricks. Rubbing his backside, he went to carry over a chest of jewels for Pan Yun, though his eyes still could not help darting toward the gold bricks.
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