"Lord Gao, look, these people are quite wrong. Once they side with Chai Kejing, the consequences..."
Qi Huashan whispered a reminder, his expression a bit uneasy.
In truth, how could he need a reminder?
Gao Qian had already seen the people over there clearly long ago. They looked familiar one by one, and quite a few were people he knew.
After all, as the registrar, he inevitably had to deal with the officials and clerks of various counties in his daily duties.
And whenever relatively important matters arose, he would go to see the magistrates and administrative clerks of the various counties himself.
Among this group of people appearing before him now, there were three county magistrates he had previously dealt with; though not very familiar, he would certainly not mistake their identities.
The remaining people were low-ranking officials. Eighth or ninth rank was considered high for them, and more were minor clerks who only did the work without holding official posts.
Yet these people were crucial.
A system rests on legitimacy at the top and ordinary officials at the bottom.
At every level of the imperial court, there were roughly ten candidates in reserve below.
Theoretically, as long as a third of an organization remained, it could quickly make up the loss and recover. Therefore, in history, there were examples where even after killing eighty percent of one's own people, reconstruction and recovery were still possible.
As long as legitimacy was maintained, theoretically, killing over sixty-five percent of one's own people would not bring about destruction, and undoubtedly, the Imperial Grandson holding the authority of an imperial commissioner possessed that power.
No one was irreplaceable. Watching these people actually arrive, Gao Qian felt a chill run through his heart.
"My lord, we had better avoid them!" Seeing someone looking