"Tsk, going to appoint General Yue as Duke? A Different Surname King too?"
"Why wasn't this done earlier?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, Chen Dingye as Duke, Chen Dingye as Different Surname King."
"Isn't this just like the King Yanluo's Book of Life and Death? Once you go up, you're waiting for death."
General Han Zaizhong flipped through these twelve imperial decrees, filled with flattering promises, and sneered: "Why does His Majesty only speak in dreams now? Speaking nicely at this moment, but why was each decree more decisive than the last when it mattered?"
"Afraid he knows he's going to die."
General Han Zaizhong's stomach was really rumbling, so he squatted in a pit, forgot to bring something to wipe, and used the imperial decree for cleaning, throwing it into the cesspit, pulling up his pants, saying: "Really, these people are too fixated on rules, might as well listen to me."
