"Let me lead twenty thousand people to garrison lands and have the Imperial Guards returned to me?"
The morning light fell through the tent's apex, illuminating the faces of the two kings, leaving no expression concealed. Hearing Aweit's jest, Xiulote was initially stirred. Whether in terms of prestige, experience, or ability, he was the most suitable person to oversee the garrison, having previously managed the cultivation of twenty thousand tribes in Water Valley City. If he could manage one area now, without being limited to the God King's side...
"No! No, that's not right! I must refuse!... The fourth line of the hexagram reads, 'In all things, nothing harmful, wield humility.'... Being in a position of assistance, with the King above and subjects below, one should merely adapt to the grand scheme, allocate tasks and resources, and maintain modesty and low profile!..."
