"My son thinks it's better to give the chance to speak to the brothers below than to let these people sit high in their hall and talk without feeling the pain,"
Yang Yinghao looked at his eldest son in shock, "You're thinking of starting a rebellion to usurp power?"
"Look at what you're saying, haven't I already staged a coup and seized power?"
Yang Tiansheng laughed with a 'hehehe': "What my son means is, let's not bother with what those old and obstinate fools have to say; let's just offer a contingent of troops to the imperial court, to test the waters, set an example!"
"There are three benefits to doing this:"
"First, it lets the brothers below see that they can put down their swords and live a peaceful life, suppressing the voices of those old fools from the bottom up."
"Second, if we start offering troops, who else can accuse us of harboring ill intentions and talking without feeling the pain?"