When Feng Jun heard about what had happened at Cinnabar Cloud Heaven, he felt somewhat stifled as well. "Your prefecture's... reach is a little too far, isn't it?"
"Isn't that exactly the case?" Guan Shanyue replied gloomily. "But they say this counts as exporting culture, and that it is of great significance for promoting Xia Nation's traditional culture."
"Exporting culture means going abroad to build Daoist Temples, doesn't it?" Feng Jun said dismissively.
But when it came down to it, explaining exactly what the other side had done wrong was rather troublesome. He could only say bluntly, "Can exporting culture possibly be the same as opening the door to welcome thieves? Mud Country people simply cannot be trusted."
"Exactly." Guan Shanyue nodded in deep agreement. "Back when we had nothing, Mud Country people were already thinking of snatching food from the bowls of the poor. They really have no shame at all."
"It goes far beyond that." Feng Jun sneered. "What was the broader context behind Xia Nation and Mud Country establishing diplomatic relations? The fighting along the northern border. Xia Nation and Mai Nation issued a statement, and Mud Country seized the chance to establish relations, betting that under pressure from the north, Xia Nation would not demand too much in war reparations."
"So Xia Nation did not demand reparations not because it did not want them, but because it could not demand them in that situation. Asking for too little would have been meaningless... Mud Country inflicted tremendous harm on Xia Nation. If Xia Nation demanded too much, leaving aside whether an agreement could be reached, international public opinion would also turn against Xia Nation."
Guan Shanyue stared in astonishment. Only after blinking did she ask, "There's another way of looking at it?"
"Of course. I'm a humanities