"Sophistry and self-righteousness! Of course, I have no desire to debate right and wrong, good and evil with Emperor Jian Shang. I merely wish to ask: do you not spare a thought for the hundreds of millions of fine men under your command?"
Tianxin Yunlan's delicate brows knitted tightly, and she rebuked him in evident displeasure. After a pause, she reminded him crisply, "As the saying goes, take a sovereign's pay, serve a sovereign's cause. By the same token, since your civil officials, military commanders, soldiers, and subjects have chosen to follow you, Emperor Jian Shang, should you not take responsibility for their survival, their livelihoods, and their lives?"
Xiao Ying looked displeased and answered gravely, "Is that so? Who can say they are unwilling? At the very least, all beneath heaven know what I am doing, and more officials at court support me than oppose me! Does that not say enough?"
"Braving ten thousand deaths without hesitation?! Marching resolutely to their deaths in a war they know they must lose? Is this how Emperor Jian Shang takes responsibility for his subjects? Even if you have no compassion whatsoever, from a humanitarian standpoint, you should not push your own subjects into a pit of fire! The immortals and gods now gathered in Yingzhou number far beyond anything the Great Huan Dynasty can imagine, and they have prepared numerous legendary, heaven-defying formations. Never mind a decisive battle in Kyoto-I doubt you can even take Hikone Royal City..." Tianxin Yunlan demanded, her tone growing still more displeased.
"Well now... Tianxin Yunlan, was it?" Xiao Ying finally sensed her hostility, and his attitude immediately changed. He asked dubiously, "Did you come here specifically to play the moral crusader? You must be a True Immortal who descended into this world, correct? You know better