"Gulp."
His Adam's apple bobbed as the tea leaves swirled in the cup, sending up steam. Liang Qu swallowed and stood up abruptly: "Does Your Majesty intend to make an unprecedented move by granting Pingyang Prefecture to me?"
"Cough...," the Holy Emperor coughed lightly twice, spat out the tea leaves, and closed the lid of the tea cup, "Sea traders, Lanzhou, Jiangchuan, all are adjacent to the stabilized Great Marsh... Pingyang today is a prosperous place even by worldly standards. While I consent to this, neither the ministers all over the country nor the kings around the world will agree."
Feeling slightly embarrassed for assuming too much, Liang Qu scratched his head: "So I still need to leave my homeland?"
"Unless you want to be a 'princeling', then you could maintain the status quo, have no fiefdom, and the Imperial Court will give you an annual sum of money, roughly equal to the revenue from a prefecture in Jiangnan, relieving you from administrative burdens."
