"Not everyone in this room may agree with my plan and that is perfectly okay. Which is why I'll give you time to think about it before you agree," Hecathe continued with a sigh, "I'll be leading a new rebellion."
No one know who had gulped but the room was silent enough to even make such a sound audible to everyone.
"A rebellion...?" One of the Generals muttered in disbelief as his eyes narrowed down on Hecathe with suspicion.
Hecathe didn't waver at all as he confidently nodded his head and confirmed it, "A rebellion against the three willows of spring."
"Why so suddenly?" Since no one was asking this question, the little Dorgon took it upon himself to loudly question.
Hecathe, "Because the three willows of spring killed my father's old friend."
The Generals were once again shocked to hear this as they looked around in confusion.
