The Role of Zhang Miao

That speech drew on both later generations' interpretations of certain events in this era and his own decades of governing experience. It was probably close to the truth, and everyone present felt weighed down by it, unable to speak for a long while.

At least Liu Bei now felt that it had been better not to know anything before. Now that he knew too much, he suddenly felt like a pawn in someone else's hands, completely toyed with at their whim. No matter what he did, it seemed to be wrong.

Attack Dong Zhuo? Dong Zhuo wasn't the mastermind!

The mastermind should be the one who planned this campaign against Dong Zhuo!

Help Dong Zhuo? But Dong Zhuo really was the one who had carried out the deposition and enthronement!

Now that both sides were fighting like dogs, what was he, a member of the Imperial Clan who wholeheartedly wished to serve the Han and make something of himself, supposed to do?

"Bang! I told you long ago that not one of these bastards was any good!"

Zhang Fei was the least capable of holding back. He slammed his palm down on the table, and the hot pot, broth, and all, looked ready to go flying. Wang Xuan hurriedly rose to his feet and unleashed his true qi, pinning the tabletop firmly in place.

"Hey, I'm warning you, Zhang Fei. Get angry if you want, but if you damage my hot pot, don't even think about eating another bite of good food here!" After securing the table, Wang Xuan pointed at Zhang Fei and scolded him. Everyone stared blankly at Wang Xuan. They were discussing matters of state, and this man was exploding with rage over a hot pot. Wasn't that a little... a little...

"What are you all staring