The Emperor, with hands clasped behind his back, "Over the years, some tribes have submitted to us, but they make up too little a proportion among the numerous tribes on the grasslands."
Speaking of this, the Emperor paused for a moment, recalling that it was Zhou Shuren who had told him about this ratio.
Rongchuan, "It's difficult to subdue all the tribes."
Being able to subdue some tribes over the years has already been an arduous feat, having managed to do so by seizing them by the throat.
The Emperor twirled the String of Pearls in his hand, "I will not retreat one step."
Rongchuan understood; these pleas for help, the Emperor wouldn't grant. If given, it would only nourish the ambitions of some tribes, ambitions that are never satisfied, leading to them eying the richness of the Central Plains like hungry wolves.
The Emperor took out a map, newly drawn; as merchant groups wandered, the years of trade exchanges had rendered a more complete map.
