In the eighth year of the war, the emperor begged me to ascend the throne
Zhao Ding once crossed into Daqian and became the king of Yan on the border of Daqian.
He didn't want to dominate the world, nor did he want to be an emperor, he was afraid of dying too quickly, and he just wanted to be a free and easy emperor in the fiefdom.
I have nothing to do to walk the dog, raise flowers, flirt with the maid, and get some beaded crossbows by the way, and the magic cannon to protect the body.
While writing to the imperial court and crying poverty in the imperial court, he built a fiefdom.
So, eight years later.
Outside the Daqian frontier, towers rose from the ground, and cannons stood at the head of the city.
Thirty-meter-high concrete walls, eight horse-drawn carriages side by side, an extra-long wartime artery.
Countless dense nets run rampant underneath.
Seeing that the fiefdom is impregnable.
Zhao Ding finally stopped satisfied.
It was at this time that the emperor came.
Emperor: Good fellow, I'll let you defend the border, and you've built me a war fortress? And you cry to me poor, but what is the matter with the silver in the warehouse that is more than the treasury?