Xiao Lingrui was able to sit firmly on the dragon's throne only because Qu Mohan used his arms to quell the chaos and splash blood on the battlefield. King An, who had made outstanding achievements in war, never cared about the size of the reward. He only hoped to receive the celebratory wine poured by the emperor himself when he returned in triumph - even if the cup contained intestinal poison, he would still enjoy it. Xiao Lingrui had treated him extremely indulgently, and incorporated this reliance into daily details. But as soon as the world was settled, the trust in the emperor's eyes turned into piercing fear. When Qu Mohan's iron armor was stained with dust and the people cheered him back, what awaited him was not a celebration banquet, but an iron edict of "treason". The moment the cold shackles were clasped, he understood: the day when his achievements shocked his master, it was the day when the friendship in the past was ended.
Intention: The absolute nature of imperial power will distort the emperor's cognition, turning the former "condolence" into "calculation", and turning "reliance" into "elimination". Even the monarchs and ministers who once had true feelings cannot escape the power rule of "the birds are hidden, the rabbits are dead and the dogs are cooked"