我是忠于陛下的，可架不住手下给我批黄袍啊。

Alas, why lament that the emperor has not divided his cities? Heaven and earth move in their own constant order, much like plowing in spring, growing in summer, reaping in autumn, and storing in winter. A truly virtuous man, even if he rules a castle with zero prosperity and only two villages, ought to conduct himself with the solemnity of a grand imperial sacrifice—arrange the ritual vessels properly, uphold a sincere heart, and join the emperor’s legion. Why fear no one will come to witness such virtue?
Behold these cities yet to be enfeoffed: are not the worthy scholars who remain true to their principles and uphold ritual and integrity here of nobler character than those who inherit spears to assassinate kings and harm their sovereign?
As the ancients wisely said:
“When a gentleman falls on hard times, he does not resent;
when a petty man loses power, he wields his spear in rage.”
Therefore, to act against righteousness is to defy the will of heaven; to speak and behave without ritual is to lose all propriety.
Remember this: in this realm that honors virtue,
rather than complaining about unfair rewards,
lay down your spear first and straighten your own conduct.