"Behind the vermilion gates meat and wine go to waste, while out on the road lie the bones of the frozen dead," Luo Xueyao said softly. "A tax rate of one in three leaves the common people with no way to survive. The Murong clan will be overthrown sooner or later. Since this is in accord with the Will of Heaven, why shouldn't it be us?"
"Well said!"
General Song slammed his heavy hand down onto the table. The table creaked and groaned twice; it looked to be in severe disrepair, its surface paint peeling and its corners patched up many times over.
Chapter 81