With 800,000 Private Troops, How Dare You, a Remnant of the Former Dynasty, Demand the Return of Military Power?

Eight hundred private soldiers: That's nothing to worry about! Fengxian, put away your Sky Piercer! If His Majesty wants it, he can have it! No need to be polite! Your servant has no disloyal intentions! Eight thousand private soldiers: Your Majesty, I really don't know these men! Zilong, you're going to get me killed! I'm innocent, Your Majesty!!! Eighty thousand private soldiers: A general in the field need not obey every imperial order! Your Majesty, if you push me any further, I'll have no choice but to fight! Bai Qi, Xiang Yu, get in here! Eight hundred thousand private soldiers: What's with this imperial robe?! Fengxian, what are you all doing?! I haven't even gone after that remnant of the previous dynasty yet! The Empress Dowager still has her charms, too! He Yang, a librarian, accidentally transmigrated to the fictional Great Zhao. His father was murdered, and his entire family was stripped of their property. Only then did He Yang truly understand the mindset of an emperor. As the poisoned wine was set before him, the imperial envoy watched He Yang in silence. “May I ask, my lord, if there's anything else you'd like to say to His Majesty?” He Yang drew his sword without hesitation. “Has that remnant ever heard the saying, ‘Are kings and nobles born to their station?’”