The charcoal fire in the study was not that full. She was sitting in the deserted room. She suddenly remembered that one summer night when His Highness was still in the mansion, she was sitting next to His Highness's swing and heard her ask:
"Mingzhi, why do you think there are rebels and military rebellions?"
She looked at the corner of the night sky illuminated by the garden lights, and there seemed to be sounds of war in her ears. That year the rebels rose up from Qinzhou, causing trouble in all directions and causing panic throughout the country.
"Maybe it's because of greed for power," she said.
"No, they are just trying to survive." The princess sat in a high position, looking down at her with a hint of pity. "The reason we raised our troops out of Qinzhou was because of the severe drought that had occurred in successive years. The government's disaster relief funds were distributed year after year, but the people of Qinzhou could not even hear a sound. How do they survive? Eat grass roots? Tree bark? Or... Change their children to eat?"
"I can't think of it, and I don't dare to think about it."
"Since the founding of our Chu family, generations of emperors and officials have been fighting to the death. The sky is darkened and the earth is dark. But whose sky is it dark? It's not the royal family, it's not the officials, it's not even you and Zhilan."
"It's those rebels." His Highness exhaled a long breath, swinging leisurely on the swing, and the summer wind blew gently, but she quietly shivered.
"If the people don't have enough food, there will be changes, and if there is change, the world will be stolen. Even if the kings do not agree, the strong will bully the weak, the masses will tyrannize the few, and heroes will be born. From then on, the king may move, but the people will be reborn." She smiled: "Most dynasty changes in the past have started like this."
Intention: But don't be afraid