"Xuzhou had seen more than fifty large-scale campaigns throughout the ages."
"Right and wrong, truth and falsehood—none of it could be explained clearly."
"But historians had all noticed that it was precisely on this ancient battlefield that the rise and fall, the flourishing and decline, of so many dynasties had been decided. One rose as another fell. Thus, since ancient times, there had been talk of vying for supremacy over the Central Plains."
The Son of Heaven was still young, no more than a three-year-old child.
And the absurd situation caused by hens crowing at dawn and the harem meddling in government was a lesson from the past.
To deal with the rebel sorcerers in the south, the one currently commanding the nation's military and political power was none other than the young and vigorous His Highness the Regent. This, too, was what the masses desired.
His Highness the Regent truly had a few tricks up his sleeve.
He knew very well that his ability to control supreme power came from the choice of those stubborn gentry who had realized that things were terribly wrong—that an epic-level disaster was about to sweep up from the south and crash down upon them. The foreigners' temporary retreat, along with their covert encouragement and support, had given him the opportunity to draw one faction over, strike down another, and consolidate the power in his hands.
If not for the man-eating demons from the south pressing them so hard.
The Regent's headache was the formation of the cabinet and the matter of the Qing Imperial Court stepping down with dignity.
But now.
Step down?
Once you step down, who will help us block Lan Yi, that demon? Otherwise, that mob of martial artists, drunk on slaughter, will ruin all our ancestral estates.
As long