If Samlet hadn't known the man before him was His Imperial Majesty, the emperor he served, his fist would have landed long ago.
What kind of outrageous talk was this? Say something like that in this age, and you'd be beaten into a cloud of blood.
Fortunately, Chen Cheng was the emperor. If he had truly been a rebellious traitor, Samlet couldn't imagine what kind of doomsday that would bring.
Seeing the look on Samlet's face, Chen Cheng realized his words might have been too much of a shock for him.
The people of this world hadn't witnessed the history Chen Cheng had known in his previous life. This was their first human empire. Usurpation and rebellion were still new to them, and even now, no one had managed to strip their emperor of his heaven-ordained legitimacy.
Any emperor who had rebelled his way onto the throne in Chen Cheng's previous life would have laughed like a squealing pig at the sight of it.
Yet that was how things stood. Their political scheming was still at the level of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods. The Son of Heaven of Zhou had plainly lost his power, but until someone found a coherent new order and a new claim to Heaven's Mandate, he had to remain.
It was nothing like the later Qin and Han dynasties, when people had become remarkably adept at finding reasons to overthrow a dynasty and claim a new mandate.
"All right, let's leave that aside. But there's one thing I have to take you to task for. How could you come here alone when your wounds still haven't fully healed?
"You can't be so reckless again. If those people want to stir up trouble, let them. The more they do, the better it is