"After waiting for so long, it's finally here."
Jiang Siming calmly finished adding the last touches to the painting on the xuan paper. Only then did he set down his brush and rise.
"Wives, your husband will be back soon."
"Be careful, husband~" the four beautiful wives sweetly cautioned him.
Jiang Siming strode out of the Prime Minister's Mansion and headed for the military camp.
At that moment, Liu Bei was arguing furiously with Zhang Fei and Guan Yu in the military camp. They had even come to blows.
Liu Bei's face had been beaten swollen.
"Big Brother, I'll ask you one last time. Are you really going to be this heartless?"
Guan Yu's eyes were moist as he clenched his fists. It was obvious that he was furious.
Liu Bei covered his swollen, pig-like face, then glanced at the large group of soldiers nearby who were laughing at him.
Humiliated, and with Gao Lan and Zhang He standing behind him in support, he immediately shouted angrily, "When have you two ever treated me as your big brother?"
"What I say as your big brother—does it really carry less weight than someone else's offhand remark?"
Although Liu Bei did not name anyone, anyone with eyes could tell that he was referring to Jiang Siming.
Zhang Fei shouted, "Big Brother, the Prime Minister has treated the three of us with tremendous kindness. We ought to listen to him. Without him, how could you have become a general? We can't forget our roots!"
Liu Bei's expression grew complicated, but the emotion vanished in a flash. He then snorted coldly. "Don't lecture me with that grand righteousness. I'll ask you one thing: are you willing to leave Chang'an with me and seek refuge with Prefect Tao?"
Guan Yu seemed utterly disappointed. He closed