"Seriously? So he died. Was that really worth sending an envoy over?" Wang Xuan crossed his legs as he looked at Liu Bei, who wore a solemn expression, then at Xun Chen standing below. Curling his lip, he said, "People die every day, every hour, every moment. Is something this trivial really worth reporting?"
Liu Bei secretly rolled his eyes. The moment Wang Xuan opened his mouth, he knew Wang Xuan was about to cause trouble again.
Xi Zhicai, Guo Jia, and the others also looked at Wang Xuan. They had no feelings for Yuan Shao, so how could they have any reaction? One by one, they held back their laughter and prepared to watch the fun. Xun Yue, meanwhile, gently shook his head. Though Xun Chen was his cousin, they served different masters. What could he do?
"You!" Xun Chen looked at the speaker in shock and anger, then recognized him as the famous Wang Xuan, Wang Zaizhi. Suppressing the urge to rebuke him, he challenged, "My lord has passed away. Shouldn't that be reported?"
"Forget passing away. Even if you stewed him, fried him, or roasted him, what would it have to do with us?"
"You... How rude!" Xun Chen's face flushed red.
"How am I being rude? That's simply how it is. When an emperor dies, it's called 'the emperor's carriage ascending to Heaven.' When a feudal lord dies, it's called 'passing away.' When a minister dies, it's called 'dying in office,' and when a scholar dies, it's called 'not receiving his stipend.' But the problem is, Yuan Shao was nothing more than our enemy."
Wang Xuan spread his hands and looked at Guo Jia. "Fengxiao, let me ask you: do you know what it's called when an enemy dies?"
"Uh... no." Guo Jia had not expected