Political games were always maddening, because every time one side lost everything, it would unleash the power—and even the wealth—in its hands!
No one sympathized with the weak. People only trampled on their heads and enjoyed the celebration.
The power and wealth these people released would become a feast for the victors to share.
This was a gamble, and the Small Earl felt tense, uneasy, and terrified because of it!
Yes, this was a political gamble. He did not know whose side he should take. Perhaps the nobles' faction?
Perhaps the Imperial Family? He did not know how to choose, because there was no experienced old nobleman sitting beside him—someone like his father—to tell him what choice he should make and why.
He could not gain that experience. His fear of choosing made him want to run away. He could only talk about these matters; he would never take the initiative to make a choice.
"Who do you think... will win?"
After a long while, the Small Earl asked tentatively, "There has to be a victor. It will be one side or the other. There has to be one, right?"
He seemed to be asking Lin Qi, yet also speaking to himself.
Lin Qi nodded. "Yes, there will always be a victor, especially when the core of their conflict is power."
The uniqueness of power was what made it so fascinating. If everyone possessed the same power... then power would not be so alluring.
A minority held the power to decide the fate of the majority. That was what politicians fought for. In reality, they were also fighting for control over their own destinies.
Only by reaching that point could they control their futures. Otherwise, they could only be like the majority.
They would helplessly change the lives, work, and