"A bunch of disorganized rabble!"
The old-money families clamored and discussed in chaos for a long time, yet in the end, they couldn't come to a conclusion, even rejecting the idea of a collective entreaty unto death.
If they truly had the resolution to petition until death, why would they come to the tavern? They would have gone to the palace gates as soon as the edict was issued.
With silver and gold passed down from ancestors, and countless cellars, mines, and fertile lands measuring in the tens of thousands of acres, how could they bear to die? The old-money families clearly knew that the new nobility would really let the Imperial Court fire upon them!
Better to protect their wealth and continue enjoying life than to die by long spears or cannons and be branded as rebels.
"We are loyal to the emperor and love our country; we must not disgrace our ancestors' honorable legacy!"
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