The Great Ancestor of Daliang had overthrown the previous dynasty and killed the young emperors of more than a dozen neighboring countries in one go before establishing Daliang.
Sikong Xiao had never had the chance to fight side by side with the Great Ancestor, but he had also lived a life of licking blood on the blade. He knew how cruel and tragic war was. Being able to endure all this was nothing. The fighting in the court was a battlefield without smoke. At that time, it was useless to show off one's courage. Yang Shao could command the wind and rain on the battlefield and the court, which was something that no one could do.
In any case, he, Xiao Yun, couldn't do it. Whether it was his brain or his mouth, he couldn't keep up with those scholar-bureaucrats and state officials.
He only had the courage of an ordinary man. The main battlefield was still on the battlefield. If he were to really play politics, he would die.
