Luo Chuan's successive, meteoric appearances were like a shaft of light piercing the dark canopy of the sky.
The heavy haze hanging over the entire Han Empire, all the resentment, grief, and tragic resolve.
The blood of heroes, the cries of aspiring scholars, that oppressive political atmosphere-all were cleaved apart by a single stroke of Luo Chuan's sword.
In Marquis Ying's Marquisate, Luo Chuan told his wife, "His Majesty the Emperor wanted me to serve as Chief Commandant of the Capital and suppress the scholars. That is not what I want.
"The scholars of All Under Heaven want me to oppose the emperor. That is not what I want either.
"I am Great Han's Marquis Ying, a great noble with a legacy of three hundred years.
"My ancestors rendered meritorious service when the Former Han was founded, and again when the Later Han was restored.
"For three hundred years, we have had nothing to reproach ourselves for.
"Great Han is not the emperor's realm alone.
"I have the standing to speak on what course this realm of Great Han should take.
"The emperor will sit on the Imperial Throne and listen, the scholars will stand in court and listen, and the eunuchs will kneel in the corners and listen."
Luo Qian wrapped her arms around Luo Chuan from behind without speaking.
Marquis Ying's Marquisate and Duke Zhao's State were different, after all. Marquis Ying's Marquisate had its own political objective: to preserve Great Han's Altars of State.
The family's power and standing were a very important parameter in the Luo Clan's acquisition of fortune points.
As long as a dynasty of All Xia still ruled the Central Plains, Duke Zhao's State could obtain a steady stream of fortune points through its power and standing, roughly equal in quantity to those