"Annoying, so annoying!"
Dong Xiaoyan paced back and forth in the room. "This is really irritating me to death!"
"When I was in Yuezhou, the situation was much more complicated than now, but there weren't this many troubles. How did it come to be that upon entering Xianyang, I find myself restricted at every turn, unable to find a way to proceed or a place to exert any influence, and just suffocating in this gloom and frustration!"
Everyone couldn't help but fall silent.
But that's not really the way to put it.
What kind of place is Yuezhou?
A poor and remote land, a place of strategic contention.
And what about Xianyang?
The capital of a nation, a land of the dragon's rise.
If things were the same in Xianyang as in Yuezhou, that would be truly unreasonable.
