These words were truly from the bottom of his heart. If they ever got out, Dou Xi's reputation would be ruined outright. It was tantamount to tying himself completely to Meng Zhao's great ship, another kind of declaration of loyalty.
For all the ways he had proposed using the Liang Prefecture Rebel Army could be summed up in four words: nurturing bandits to strengthen oneself. This was not something a loyal minister or fine general ought to do; his private interests were far too weighty.
Yet precisely because of this, his loyalty seemed all the more rare. He might not be loyal to Great Yong, but he was wholehearted and sincere toward Meng Zhao.
Meng Zhao caught the elegant meaning from the first twang of the string and immediately understood that Dou Xi was drawing closer to him. It was a good thing, so he said,
"It is not that my wisdom and schemes surpass yours, but that you and I stand in different positions, so naturally what we think of differs as well."
What sort of man was Meng Zhao? Looking across all antiquity and the present age of this world, he fit the mold of a Heaven-favored protagonist: a visitor from another world, a golden finger at his side, a Supreme Physique, all manner of precious resources, and endless fortuitous encounters. With each stage of his growth, his ambition, breadth of mind, and vision had expanded to an entirely new level.
Take his thoughts on that group of rebels in Liang Prefecture. Even if ordinary people knew there were countless benefits to controlling this Rebel Army, who could truly possess the confidence to make it happen?
They were not a pack of puppets, nor were they mindless wooden blocks. Thinking you could subdue them just because you said