The more he thought, the more heartbroken he felt, and even the County Magistrate felt sad for Yuchi.
But there was really no way.
Ten percent of the wealth, let it be ten percent of the wealth; it's better than going to war with the Great Tang Prison now.
"Alas."
"The people are really too unfortunate."
"They don't know how many will come to bleed them dry behind a city."
"Their enemies are never themselves."
"Their enemies are never the people beside them, nor are they their colleagues."
"Their enemies are these Great Tang Prisons; their enemies are these powers similar to the Great Tang Prisons; their enemies are these elevated beings who keep them captive like birds in a cage for feeding. They know nothing and can only curse and bite each other."
Then, while he was sighing, he suddenly heard a sentence from Yuchi.
...
In the council hall.
Yuchi wiped the tears from the corner of his eye:
"No!"
"How can ten percent be enough?"
