Zhao Hu, the kind of person who flourishes with a bit of sunlight, and even without it, could use moonlight as if it were sunlight. If Zhao Hanzhang were truly to ennoble him, he would probably soar to the skies.
I don't know how crazed he would become.
Zhao Cheng already foresaw that if Zhao Hu were to gain a noble title, it wouldn't take long before he'd make a grave mistake from overconfidence. Yet Zhao Hanzhang, who could tolerate the finest strands of hair in her eyes, would not abide even a grain of sand.
Zhao Hanzhang might overlook Zhao Hu's occasional minor errors, but if he crosses her bottom line, she will certainly not be lenient.
With a pleading expression, Zhao Cheng asked, "Please, Great General, spare his life."
Therefore, suppress him, and do not grant him a noble title.
Zhao Hanzhang replied, "You see, Uncle, you obviously care about Granduncle, so why is it every time you meet there's a conflict?"
