"Prophecy?"
Upon hearing Duanmu Huai's inquiry, the Fat Governor's face was filled with smiles.
"Ah, I have indeed heard of that prophecy. However, I don't think there's any issue with it. Everyone believes in that prophecy, which allows them to continue persisting even after losing contact with the Empire. Because we believe that the Empire will return one day, and all we need to do is trust the Divine Emperor, trust the Empire."
For the upper echelons, this is indeed not a problem, as a vague prophecy can make their work much easier, at least preventing riots, rebellions, or even worse matters. But in Duanmu Huai's view, things aren't so simple.
"And the person who made the prophecy?"
"I heard he's already dead... The previous Governor even held a grand funeral for it, there should be records of this in the archives."
"I'd like to review those records."
Duanmu Huai's voice was calm.
"The Empire will not overlook the contributions of those loyal."
