Liu Bei did inherit the blood of the imperial family, but.
‘He was merely a descendant of a branch family of a ruined branch family.’
He had made a name for himself as a hero of the Jianghu. He had helped powerless commoners many times and gained a reputation among them, but— ‘Surprisingly, that alone wasn’t enough to make him a celebrity back then.’ That was how it was.
An era of contending warlords. That alone was nowhere near enough influence to rise as a warlord! Because Liu Bei had no money.
Nor did he have any famous name attached to him that could serve as a loudspeaker! You couldn’t become a celebrity merely by ‘saving commoners with martial force’!
At least.
When he organized a volunteer army during the Yellow Turban Rebellion and began focusing on one thing, he finally became somewhat of a celebrity. That was reality, and that was human society. Influence over the world ultimately belonged to ‘those who had something.’
And.
It belonged to ‘those who were educated.’ In the first place— ‘Even learning that knowledge properly requires money and connections.’ Setting deep teachings aside, even learning simple letters was not easy.