"Marquis Ningyuan, Marquis Ningyuan... it seems our master has reached a dead end." Sun Chaoen said.
Li Zhi smiled bitterly, "After all, King Qi is also my uncle, perhaps when the world is settled, I hand over military power..."
Sun Chaoen shook his head, "If King Qi appoints you as some kind of prince, even Prince Fu or Prince Duan, or even steps back and grants you a dukedom, these paths still lead somewhere. But appointing you Marquis Ningyuan leaves no retreat.
Why does King Qi insist on appointing you this title? Simply to force you to bow, to swallow this humiliation. Why force you to bow? It's because he fears you, mistrusts you. Without such apprehension, King Qi would show magnanimity and handsomely reward you. Does this mistrust disappear once the war is won, the nation established? You surrender military power, and he no longer distrusts you?"
Li Zhi awoke from his dream and quickly said, "Please, sir, enlighten me."
