Xi Zhicai

By the time they reached Linying in Yingchuan, they had extorted more than three hundred thousand shi of grain in total. Looking at the haul, Liu Bei grinned so broadly he could barely close his mouth.

"Zaizhi, tell me—did Sun Jian really obtain the Imperial Seal?" Liu Bei moved closer to Wang Xuan and asked.

"Mm, he did!"

"Hmph! I actually thought Sun Jian was a loyal subject of our Han Dynasty. Who would have thought he would secretly keep the Imperial Seal and harbor evil intentions? How utterly treasonous!" After receiving confirmation, Liu Bei's face filled with anger.

"It's only the Imperial Seal. What can it do? Someone without the strength to back it up would be courting death by taking the Imperial Seal and declaring himself emperor. Someone with the strength to pacify the realm will have people find a suitable justification even without it!" Wang Xuan shot Liu Bei a sidelong glance. "If you want an Imperial Seal, isn't that easy? Just find some jade later, and I'll imitate eight or ten for you. You can switch them out and play with them every day!"

A perfectly good national treasure had been rendered worthless by Wang Xuan, leaving Liu Bei unsure how to argue back.

"All right. Sun Jian won't live much longer. He lacks the virtue for his position, yet with his level of strength, he actually dared to hide the Imperial Seal. That was a poisoned chalice Dong Zhuo deliberately threw out. Never mind Sun Jian—even Yuan Shao wouldn't come to a good end after taking it."

"Liu Biao is the Governor of Jingzhou. Does a mere Prefect of Changsha really think he can turn the world upside down just because he has the Imperial Seal? Just wait for the news!"

Hearing Wang Xuan put