I’m often troubled by how little the great clans can stomach.
As the Han dynasty collapses, I transmigrate as Emperor Ling.
You can’t expect those who’ve profited from the empire’s decline to hit the brakes.
When an empire is going downhill, what it needs is someone in the driver’s seat, flooring the accelerator.
Sell official posts to the highest bidder!
Enfeoff the princes!
Let the eunuchs and imperial in-laws tear each other apart!
Let the emperor lose himself in women and skip court!
I’ve given the great clans everything they ever wanted.
So why can’t you stomach any more?
Is the water of the Ganges not sweet enough, or does Siberian coal not burn hot enough?
This won’t do, Gongtai!
You chose this yourselves!
“Yun Chang, Yi De, come feed these gentlemen some flatbread!”
