Li Zhi, accompanied by several followers, traversed mountains and valleys, journeying under the cover of night and in unexpected directions, finally arriving at the border of Qingjin.
A general who had followed for a long time complained, "It's just a small piece of land, barely enough for five hundred thousand people. Do you really need to go yourself to take over?"
Li Zhi replied, "Not five hundred thousand, only one hundred fifty thousand."
Another general grew anxious and said, "You are heavily injured, you should be resting now. This few people, these little lands, it's not worth it. If anything happens to you, Your Majesty, what would happen to us?"
"Wei Yuan took advantage during the chaos and seized the land that Your Majesty had cultivated for nearly a century, a territory of over a dozen counties, and now we are only left with two counties, and in the barren lands of Nan Jin. Your Majesty, when we conquer all under heaven someday, this grudge must be avenged!"
