Henry continued to read the letter, his expression shifting from surprise to solemnity.
'I know you're an ambitious man, Henry. But sometimes, being too brazen isn't a good thing. I hope you can rein in your ambitions for now—at least for the time being—and keep a low profile.'
Henry's brow furrowed slightly. He could sense the gravity and warning in the Emperor's words. This was no mere conversation. It was a clear directive.
'I've given you so much political backing, and my sons have offered you considerable support as well. Is that not enough? Can't you be content with expanding within the empire's borders and cultivating those vast, unclaimed lands?
I hear you've even sent out thousands of elite veterans to work as Mercenaries just to earn money.
While clever, such a move is also far too risky. Is that income not enough for your needs?'
Henry's heart lurched. He hadn't expected the Emperor to be so well-informed about his activities.
