"How could it not be? To restore the land, you'll inevitably have to gather men and arms. These men and arms will undoubtedly be the blood relatives of the sons who have already perished. Only they would be willing to regroup for revenge for the sake of their lost kin."
"Can you guarantee that you'll take this land back without letting them suffer any further harm?"
Yuwen Luanfei shook his head awkwardly.
"If you can't, then isn't it just adding more lives to the twenty thousand soldiers who've already been sacrificed?"
"They should be home, serving their parents, supporting their wives and children, not endlessly dying for your land."
"But the dead…" Yuwen Luanfei's eyes were full of anguish.
He didn't long for that throne—he just wanted revenge for his brothers, to ensure they wouldn't die in vain.
