"Indeed," the Old Emperor nodded slowly, "Hanton, your reasoning makes sense, but that ship is the cornerstone of the Military Department's defense..."
"Majesty, who chose that ship?"
"An elder in the family, that ship has accompanied him in battles for many years."
"Majesty," Yang Ming chuckled, "I only mentioned the first possibility just now, but there are other possibilities, for example, someone might take this opportunity to express their strong stance to the Empire's political situation and its people. Those elders of yours, while superficially respecting public opinion, have actually been disconnected from the public for a century or two. I'm genuinely concerned about their mental state."
The Old Emperor leaned slightly to one side and whispered, "Are you worried..."
"Yes, Majesty."
"Alright," the Old Emperor shook his head slightly, "Hanton, I think your sense of crisis is too strong..."
"Majesty!"
