A person's character and abilities determined the kind of things they did. Someone like Beitang Ang was, in truth, somewhat contrary to common sense, utterly different from the persona he had displayed in the past.
Yet when many people looked at Prince Yanping, still smiling pleasantly, lacking any imposing air, and as amiable as ever, they did not feel that his former self had been an act or a disguise. He was still the man they all knew.
Which made it even harder to understand where this prince had found the courage to form a Prefectural Army.
Could it be that this prince, who had spent more than a decade eating, drinking, playing, and making merry, had grown tired of it all and wanted to play with something on a higher level?
Beauties, fine food, and all manner of bizarre contrivances could no longer satisfy his desires, so he had set his sights on power?
But was military authority something one could casually lay hands on?
Meng Zhao's horizons had broadened greatly, and being within Great Yong's aristocratic system, he had heard much insider information from Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao. Thus, he had his own understanding of the matter.
Most likely, this prince did not truly wish to oppose all the great and minor forces across the city. Rather, someone was forcing him to do this; he had no choice.
There were only a handful of people in the entire realm who could force a prince to do something he did not wish to do. Most likely, it was still that great emperor, Beitang Sheng, who held the mountains and rivers in his grasp.
That also explained where Beitang Ang had found the nerve to form a Prefectural Army. Setting aside the possibility that he intended to rebel, it