"Prince Liang's Party didn't necessarily want to keep me around, either; it's true, I'm just a Sixth-rank Captain. It'd be one thing if you didn't appreciate a favor, but to constantly impeach me? No one would tolerate that forever."
"But I do need to drop some bombshell news. Now it's the end of the nineteenth year, and next year will be the 20th year of the Jingxin Calendar," Zhao Xing murmured to himself.
The Jingxin Calendar is only thirty-seven years long; there are only seventeen years left, and that's not even taking into account the few times we've had a ceasefire, nor the over two years of Prince Liang's rebellion.
High-stakes warfare isn't far off.
It took over a year just to capture the Qinggang Mine Area; time really does fly.
"It's difficult to find evidence against Prince Liang, and it's not my place to do so, but evidence against members of Prince Liang's Party is much easier to come by."
