Yang Ling suddenly recalled the fate of those aristocratic families in Yangzhou many years ago, and a chill involuntarily ran through his heart.
"By this view, it won't be long before a bloody storm unfolds."
Prince Chu's lips curled into a sneer, "Sir, you do overestimate these aristocrats and nobles."
"Did I overestimate them?" Yang Ling asked with a perplexed look, "Your Highness, how did I overestimate them?"
"Sir, don't you think they will stubbornly resist the Emperor's new policies, even at the cost of bloodshed?"
"Is that not the case?"
"Sir, you forget that these people are the most afraid of death. Once they realize their resistance is not only futile but also angers the Emperor to oppress them with harsh methods, they will immediately compromise, not daring to resist any longer." Prince Chu had long seen through the true nature of the aristocrats and nobles, "The three new policies do harm their interests, but compared to their lives, they become insignificant."
