During my days in Beidi, the King of Beidi was sometimes clear-headed and sometimes muddled.
When clear-headed, he would hypocritically act all polite toward me, the Emperor of Longxia, putting on a show of submission; when muddled, he would rant and rave crazily, cursing me for harboring wild ambitions to annex his Beidi.
I couldn't be bothered to argue with him. After all, an emperor's belly should be big enough to hold a large ship.
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