Wenren Sheng then said, "So, if you want to break the deadlock, you need to uncover an advantage."
"Think about it. What advantages do you have now?"
The emperor thought for a moment. "My advantage is that I am still the emperor."
"Wrong. You just said it yourself—your hatred level is the highest. That is your disadvantage. The taller the tree, the more it catches the wind." Wenren Sheng shook his head.
"Then what advantage do I have?" the emperor asked in confusion.
"Your advantage is the more than one thousand subordinates who still remain loyal to you." Wenren Sheng shook his head.
This was far wealthier than when Li Zicheng or Nurhaci had first risen to power.
The problem was that the man carried far too much psychological baggage.
His pomp alone made it clear that he still clung to the bearing of an emperor. As long as he retained that mindset, victory would be impossible.
He was unwilling to lower his head and get things done, unwilling to begin with the small things.
Then he could never rise.
"Oh, that makes sense. But how should I use them?" the emperor asked again.
"Use them? No. First, you must treat them as your trusted inner circle."
"Awaken their will to fight and let them expand."
"Build a new system around them, one that can be replicated in new places."
Wenren Sheng spoke casually.
He had far too much experience with rebellion.
Basically, under the conditions of a Feudal Dynasty, as long as his luck was not too bad and he had even a little momentum behind him, he could successfully rebel.
After all, Feudal Dynasties were filled with far too many contradictions.
Even in what appeared to be peaceful times, conflicts abounded. It might not be bandits everywhere, but