King Xiang, even if he didn't want to rebel, had no other choice.
He would be swept away into this conflict.
In the end, if he didn't want to sit idly by, he could only rise up in revolt.
Rebellion.
Yu Ziqing saw the deserted stone city, the abandoned villages, the derelict felt tents, and understood completely.
This situation didn't need anyone to fan the flames; it would inevitably become what it was now.
Neither King Xiang nor Emperor Zhen could change it.
This was the countless masses at the bottom, fighting for survival, for life itself.
It was an unsolvable issue.
When the population dwindled to the point where the warmer southern areas – the pastures, fertile lands, and rivers – could accommodate the remaining people,
the civil war would naturally come to an end.
Looking at the desolate wilderness, Yu Ziqing suddenly felt a sense of helplessness.
He understood this larger trend, and the people of Dazhen could not fail to see it either.
