Waving for Wang Jingze to move aside, Wang Xuan once again turned his gaze toward the people sitting on the ground in the hall.
It looked like these people had no backbone. In reality... they truly had no backbone.
That wasn't to say the Han lacked people with principles. Rather, the circumstances were different.
Everyone present came from a wealthy family or was a powerful local clan leader, usually high above others. But the reason they were acting so servile now was ultimately because their families had dragged them down.
In modern terms, the richer a person was, the more afraid they was of death. In ancient terms, the larger the family, the more timidly it acted.
Perhaps if they were thrown onto the grasslands or into enemy territory, they could die heroically. But when faced with someone like Wang Xuan, none of them could truly bring themselves to stand firm.
His gaze swept over the crowd before finally landing on Fatty Liu. Although the fatty hadn't raised his head, he could clearly feel Wang Xuan's gaze upon him. His entire mass of fat immediately trembled.
"Fatty Liu, do you know why I came here?" Wang Xuan's voice revealed no emotion, which only made Fatty Liu even more frightened.
"I—I don't know." Fatty Liu looked up at Wang Xuan, then quickly lowered his head again. Cold sweat poured from his forehead.
"Actually, you do know. In truth, you should understand that paper can't cover a fire. Not everyone believed you could win. After all, you didn't have military authority. So every word you said that day was clearly recorded and delivered to my desk."
"What!" Fatty Liu abruptly raised his head and stared at Wang Xuan. His eyes were filled with terror and fury as he rapidly scanned the people