"But now, what's there to be said?"
Prince Qin laughed, raising his teacup as though it were a goblet of strong wine, and said:
"To sweep across the realm and unite the four corners has always been the aspiration of mine, of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, the Anxi Protectorate, and the Qilin Army."
"If there truly is this final battle, what could be more [undeniable] than directly defeating the military god who upheld the three-hundred-year reign of Ying Country and was invincible in the old era?"
"I have my aspirations, and perhaps Jiang Su also has his own persistence and determination."
"The world is vast, it is this era and tumultuous times that have pushed us to this point,"
Prince Qin tipped his neck to drink his tea—as though it were tea—though the movement of his sleeves carried an air of solemn majesty, like strong wine scattered upon a blade, he murmured calmly:
"If Jiang Su doesn't kill me, how would he support the nation."
