The twelfth year of Han.
In the end, Ying Bu could no longer bear the strain and chose rebellion. He was unwilling to surrender his throne, did not understand Liu Bang's character, could not see the state of the realm clearly, and trusted in his own martial prowess. Under the weight of countless factors, he brazenly raised his army.
Chang'an City, Changle Palace.
The urgent battle report did not cause the slightest tension at the heart of the empire. The palace's master merely wanted to laugh.
Ying Bu was indeed a fierce warrior, but that was all he was. Even if Liu Bang's health was poor, Great General Han Xin was still there. Ying Bu could not overturn the heavens.
It was like an ant swaggering and baring its claws, telling a man, "I will kill you." Who would care?
In the end, Liu Bang decided to take command of the campaign himself. There was already a Luo Ling in this world; there should not be another Great General Han Xin.
The Great Han was the Liu Clan's realm. Its emperor, a man of the Liu Clan, should be the one to pacify it, rather than forever borrowing strength from others.
When he decided to take command, he told his ministers, "Ying Bu received my favors, yet knew no gratitude. He has dragged the Great Han's subjects into his cause, abandoned the virtue of loyalty, and actually sought to rebel. Such a thing has happened once, then twice. There must not be a third time.
"I am the emperor of the Great Han, the Son of Heaven of All Xia. I obey Heaven's will and carry out Heaven's punishment. The time has come when I must march against him."
Somewhat worried, Luo Yi said, "Your Majesty, your health... please let