Chen Yan suddenly worried about the intelligence of these short, squat fellows.
There was an old saying in the Central Plains halls: Strike a snake and follow the stick. But these short, squat fellows weren't following the stick at all; they were clinging to it for dear life. As long as there was even one or two imprecise words in a statement, they would stubbornly seize upon those words to make their case.
The issue was how they clung—it was true that the Great Ming was the suzerain of Wa, and it was true that if Wa changed its ruler, they indeed had to submit a memorial to the Great Ming court and obtain the Great Ming Emperor's consent before the change was officially completed in procedure and law. But could Wa really submit a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor regarding whether or not to abolish the Shogun?
Chen Yan gave a cold laugh and looked at Minamoto Masayoshi with a blank expression. "Minamoto-san, do you know how many memorials the Great Ming Emperor has to deal with every day? Do you know how many matters the Great Ming Emperor has to consider every day? Or rather, do you know how big the Great Ming is?"
When Chen Yan finished speaking, Minamoto Masayoshi's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Although Minamoto Masayoshi had studied in the Great Ming, like all other exchange students, he had no concrete concept of the Great Ming. Let alone exchange students, even the common people of the Great Ming had no specific concept. When they spoke of the Great Ming's territory, it was described as a journey of several days from south to north, and several more days from east to west. Beyond that, there were no further concrete concepts.
In fact, most people on this little broken sphere didn't even know how big their own country was, let alone the territorial area of the Great Ming.
But to speak again, not having a concrete concept did not mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could imagine the Great Ming to be very small, nor did it mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could use words to corner Chen Yan.
Just as Chen Yan said: When compared to the entire Great Ming, what significance could the trivial matter of whether Wa abolished the Shogun hold? How could a mere exchange student have the nerve to utter such absurd nonsense as submitting a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor?
Chen Yan suddenly worried about the intelligence of these short, squat fellows.
There was an old saying in the Central Plains halls: Strike a snake and follow the stick. But these short, squat fellows weren't following the stick at all; they were clinging to it for dear life. As long as there was even one or two imprecise words in a statement, they would stubbornly seize upon those words to make their case.
The issue was how they clung—it was true that the Great Ming was the suzerain of Wa, and it was true that if Wa changed its ruler, they indeed had to submit a memorial to the Great Ming court and obtain the Great Ming Emperor's consent before the change was officially completed in procedure and law. But could Wa really submit a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor regarding whether or not to abolish the Shogun?
Chen Yan gave a cold laugh and looked at Minamoto Masayoshi with a blank expression. "Minamoto-san, do you know how many memorials the Great Ming Emperor has to deal with every day? Do you know how many matters the Great Ming Emperor has to consider every day? Or rather, do you know how big the Great Ming is?"
When Chen Yan finished speaking, Minamoto Masayoshi's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Although Minamoto Masayoshi had studied in the Great Ming, like all other exchange students, he had no concrete concept of the Great Ming. Let alone exchange students, even the common people of the Great Ming had no specific concept. When they spoke of the Great Ming's territory, it was described as a journey of several days from south to north, and several more days from east to west. Beyond that, there were no further concrete concepts.
In fact, most people on this little broken sphere didn't even know how big their own country was, let alone the territorial area of the Great Ming.
But to speak again, not having a concrete concept did not mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could imagine the Great Ming to be very small, nor did it mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could use words to corner Chen Yan.
Just as Chen Yan said: When compared to the entire Great Ming, what significance could the trivial matter of whether Wa abolished the Shogun hold? How could a mere exchange student have the nerve to utter such absurd nonsense as submitting a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor?
Chen Yan suddenly worried about the intelligence of these short, squat fellows.
There was an old saying in the Central Plains halls: Strike a snake and follow the stick. But these short, squat fellows weren't following the stick at all; they were clinging to it for dear life. As long as there was even one or two imprecise words in a statement, they would stubbornly seize upon those words to make their case.
The issue was how they clung—it was true that the Great Ming was the suzerain of Wa, and it was true that if Wa changed its ruler, they indeed had to submit a memorial to the Great Ming court and obtain the Great Ming Emperor's consent before the change was officially completed in procedure and law. But could Wa really submit a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor regarding whether or not to abolish the Shogun?
Chen Yan gave a cold laugh and looked at Minamoto Masayoshi with a blank expression. "Minamoto-san, do you know how many memorials the Great Ming Emperor has to deal with every day? Do you know how many matters the Great Ming Emperor has to consider every day? Or rather, do you know how big the Great Ming is?"
When Chen Yan finished speaking, Minamoto Masayoshi's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Although Minamoto Masayoshi had studied in the Great Ming, like all other exchange students, he had no concrete concept of the Great Ming. Let alone exchange students, even the common people of the Great Ming had no specific concept. When they spoke of the Great Ming's territory, it was described as a journey of several days from south to north, and several more days from east to west. Beyond that, there were no further concrete concepts.
In fact, most people on this little broken sphere didn't even know how big their own country was, let alone the territorial area of the Great Ming.
But to speak again, not having a concrete concept did not mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could imagine the Great Ming to be very small, nor did it mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could use words to corner Chen Yan.
Just as Chen Yan said: When compared to the entire Great Ming, what significance could the trivial matter of whether Wa abolished the Shogun hold? How could a mere exchange student have the nerve to utter such absurd nonsense as submitting a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor?
Chen Yan suddenly worried about the intelligence of these short, squat fellows.
There was an old saying in the Central Plains halls: Strike a snake and follow the stick. But these short, squat fellows weren't following the stick at all; they were clinging to it for dear life. As long as there was even one or two imprecise words in a statement, they would stubbornly seize upon those words to make their case.
The issue was how they clung—it was true that the Great Ming was the suzerain of Wa, and it was true that if Wa changed its ruler, they indeed had to submit a memorial to the Great Ming court and obtain the Great Ming Emperor's consent before the change was officially completed in procedure and law. But could Wa really submit a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor regarding whether or not to abolish the Shogun?
Chen Yan gave a cold laugh and looked at Minamoto Masayoshi with a blank expression. "Minamoto-san, do you know how many memorials the Great Ming Emperor has to deal with every day? Do you know how many matters the Great Ming Emperor has to consider every day? Or rather, do you know how big the Great Ming is?"
When Chen Yan finished speaking, Minamoto Masayoshi's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Although Minamoto Masayoshi had studied in the Great Ming, like all other exchange students, he had no concrete concept of the Great Ming. Let alone exchange students, even the common people of the Great Ming had no specific concept. When they spoke of the Great Ming's territory, it was described as a journey of several days from south to north, and several more days from east to west. Beyond that, there were no further concrete concepts.
In fact, most people on this little broken sphere didn't even know how big their own country was, let alone the territorial area of the Great Ming.
But to speak again, not having a concrete concept did not mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could imagine the Great Ming to be very small, nor did it mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could use words to corner Chen Yan.
Just as Chen Yan said: When compared to the entire Great Ming, what significance could the trivial matter of whether Wa abolished the Shogun hold? How could a mere exchange student have the nerve to utter such absurd nonsense as submitting a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor?
Chen Yan suddenly worried about the intelligence of these short, squat fellows.
There was an old saying in the Central Plains halls: Strike a snake and follow the stick. But these short, squat fellows weren't following the stick at all; they were clinging to it for dear life. As long as there was even one or two imprecise words in a statement, they would stubbornly seize upon those words to make their case.
The issue was how they clung—it was true that the Great Ming was the suzerain of Wa, and it was true that if Wa changed its ruler, they indeed had to submit a memorial to the Great Ming court and obtain the Great Ming Emperor's consent before the change was officially completed in procedure and law. But could Wa really submit a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor regarding whether or not to abolish the Shogun?
Chen Yan gave a cold laugh and looked at Minamoto Masayoshi with a blank expression. "Minamoto-san, do you know how many memorials the Great Ming Emperor has to deal with every day? Do you know how many matters the Great Ming Emperor has to consider every day? Or rather, do you know how big the Great Ming is?"
When Chen Yan finished speaking, Minamoto Masayoshi's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Although Minamoto Masayoshi had studied in the Great Ming, like all other exchange students, he had no concrete concept of the Great Ming. Let alone exchange students, even the common people of the Great Ming had no specific concept. When they spoke of the Great Ming's territory, it was described as a journey of several days from south to north, and several more days from east to west. Beyond that, there were no further concrete concepts.
In fact, most people on this little broken sphere didn't even know how big their own country was, let alone the territorial area of the Great Ming.
But to speak again, not having a concrete concept did not mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could imagine the Great Ming to be very small, nor did it mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could use words to corner Chen Yan.
Just as Chen Yan said: When compared to the entire Great Ming, what significance could the trivial matter of whether Wa abolished the Shogun hold? How could a mere exchange student have the nerve to utter such absurd nonsense as submitting a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor?
Chen Yan suddenly worried about the intelligence of these short, squat fellows.
There was an old saying in the Central Plains halls: Strike a snake and follow the stick. But these short, squat fellows weren't following the stick at all; they were clinging to it for dear life. As long as there was even one or two imprecise words in a statement, they would stubbornly seize upon those words to make their case.
The issue was how they clung—it was true that the Great Ming was the suzerain of Wa, and it was true that if Wa changed its ruler, they indeed had to submit a memorial to the Great Ming court and obtain the Great Ming Emperor's consent before the change was officially completed in procedure and law. But could Wa really submit a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor regarding whether or not to abolish the Shogun?
Chen Yan gave a cold laugh and looked at Minamoto Masayoshi with a blank expression. "Minamoto-san, do you know how many memorials the Great Ming Emperor has to deal with every day? Do you know how many matters the Great Ming Emperor has to consider every day? Or rather, do you know how big the Great Ming is?"
When Chen Yan finished speaking, Minamoto Masayoshi's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Although Minamoto Masayoshi had studied in the Great Ming, like all other exchange students, he had no concrete concept of the Great Ming. Let alone exchange students, even the common people of the Great Ming had no specific concept. When they spoke of the Great Ming's territory, it was described as a journey of several days from south to north, and several more days from east to west. Beyond that, there were no further concrete concepts.
In fact, most people on this little broken sphere didn't even know how big their own country was, let alone the territorial area of the Great Ming.
But to speak again, not having a concrete concept did not mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could imagine the Great Ming to be very small, nor did it mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could use words to corner Chen Yan.
Just as Chen Yan said: When compared to the entire Great Ming, what significance could the trivial matter of whether Wa abolished the Shogun hold? How could a mere exchange student have the nerve to utter such absurd nonsense as submitting a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor?
Chen Yan suddenly worried about the intelligence of these short, squat fellows.
There was an old saying in the Central Plains halls: Strike a snake and follow the stick. But these short, squat fellows weren't following the stick at all; they were clinging to it for dear life. As long as there was even one or two imprecise words in a statement, they would stubbornly seize upon those words to make their case.
The issue was how they clung—it was true that the Great Ming was the suzerain of Wa, and it was true that if Wa changed its ruler, they indeed had to submit a memorial to the Great Ming court and obtain the Great Ming Emperor's consent before the change was officially completed in procedure and law. But could Wa really submit a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor regarding whether or not to abolish the Shogun?
Chen Yan gave a cold laugh and looked at Minamoto Masayoshi with a blank expression. "Minamoto-san, do you know how many memorials the Great Ming Emperor has to deal with every day? Do you know how many matters the Great Ming Emperor has to consider every day? Or rather, do you know how big the Great Ming is?"
When Chen Yan finished speaking, Minamoto Masayoshi's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Although Minamoto Masayoshi had studied in the Great Ming, like all other exchange students, he had no concrete concept of the Great Ming. Let alone exchange students, even the common people of the Great Ming had no specific concept. When they spoke of the Great Ming's territory, it was described as a journey of several days from south to north, and several more days from east to west. Beyond that, there were no further concrete concepts.
In fact, most people on this little broken sphere didn't even know how big their own country was, let alone the territorial area of the Great Ming.
But to speak again, not having a concrete concept did not mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could imagine the Great Ming to be very small, nor did it mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could use words to corner Chen Yan.
Just as Chen Yan said: When compared to the entire Great Ming, what significance could the trivial matter of whether Wa abolished the Shogun hold? How could a mere exchange student have the nerve to utter such absurd nonsense as submitting a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor?
Chen Yan suddenly worried about the intelligence of these short, squat fellows.
There was an old saying in the Central Plains halls: Strike a snake and follow the stick. But these short, squat fellows weren't following the stick at all; they were clinging to it for dear life. As long as there was even one or two imprecise words in a statement, they would stubbornly seize upon those words to make their case.
The issue was how they clung—it was true that the Great Ming was the suzerain of Wa, and it was true that if Wa changed its ruler, they indeed had to submit a memorial to the Great Ming court and obtain the Great Ming Emperor's consent before the change was officially completed in procedure and law. But could Wa really submit a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor regarding whether or not to abolish the Shogun?
Chen Yan gave a cold laugh and looked at Minamoto Masayoshi with a blank expression. "Minamoto-san, do you know how many memorials the Great Ming Emperor has to deal with every day? Do you know how many matters the Great Ming Emperor has to consider every day? Or rather, do you know how big the Great Ming is?"
When Chen Yan finished speaking, Minamoto Masayoshi's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Although Minamoto Masayoshi had studied in the Great Ming, like all other exchange students, he had no concrete concept of the Great Ming. Let alone exchange students, even the common people of the Great Ming had no specific concept. When they spoke of the Great Ming's territory, it was described as a journey of several days from south to north, and several more days from east to west. Beyond that, there were no further concrete concepts.
In fact, most people on this little broken sphere didn't even know how big their own country was, let alone the territorial area of the Great Ming.
But to speak again, not having a concrete concept did not mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could imagine the Great Ming to be very small, nor did it mean that Minamoto Masayoshi could use words to corner Chen Yan.
Just as Chen Yan said: When compared to the entire Great Ming, what significance could the trivial matter of whether Wa abolished the Shogun hold? How could a mere exchange student have the nerve to utter such absurd nonsense as submitting a memorial to the Great Ming Emperor?