The ships traveled too slowly. Even with wireless telegraphs, immigrants isolated overseas often declared themselves kings.
This had not happened just once or twice.
Several companies were companies in name only. In reality, they were supreme commanders, self-proclaimed kings.
They deserved to die! The emperor thought this, then asked:
"Land suitable for migration is becoming scarcer and scarcer. What will we do in the future?"
The middle-aged man said disdainfully, "That only means you haven't explored far enough."
"But many of those who explored distant places chose to become independent."
"Those who migrated to several large islands rebelled," the emperor said, shaking his head.
"Heh. The world belongs to all the people. Let them rebel if they want to rebel. At least the Han People have spread across the world, and everyone is speaking the Han People's language."
"When one is selfless, the world is vast; when one possesses great benevolence, it endures for ten thousand years. Qin Shi Huang dreamed of a dynasty lasting ten thousand generations, but he treated the common people as tools and used five methods to control them. In the end, his dynasty perished with its second generation." The middle-aged man shook his head.
No. 1 nodded.
This Transmigrator's thinking was still quite advanced.
The key lay in three words: letting go.
The emperor was the perfect example of someone unable to let go.
Why bother? Most emperors did not even live as long as Ordinary People.
Sure enough, power, as the extraordinary force ordinary humans could wield in reality, was simply too alluring.
Even being emperor for a mere year—or even a single day—could drive people mad with obsession. How could a man born between heaven and earth go even one day without being emperor?
"But for my ships to make a single trip