Sun Ce's lips twitched slightly, but no sound emerged; after a long while, Yuan Shu sighed, "Bofu, think it over more, I know you have great ambition, but your foundation is too weak, and you don't have the power to suppress the aristocratic clans under your rule, from fighting in the South to the North, the aristocratic clans will not submit to you."
This wasn't to say Yuan Shu possessed Guo Jia's wisdom, aware that if Sun Ce were to contend to the death with the aristocratic clans, he would surely be done in by them. Rather, Yuan Shu, being from an aristocratic clan, understood all too well the power of aristocratic clans.
That was also why Yuan Yao would say that his father's luck wasn't by chance but rather inevitable. Besides Yuan Shu's own intimidating power, there was also the suppression from the aristocratic clans behind him, which was also the reason why there were many rebellions in Yangzhou, but few actually flew the banner in opposition to Yuan Shu.
