Jiang Siming was furious. His aura changed in an instant, and the surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing point. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei did not even dare breathe too loudly.
Needless to say, Liu Bei, who was caught in the eye of the storm, felt his heart tremble.
"Prime Minister, you misunderstand. That wasn't what I meant."
"Enough, Liu Bei. I'm giving you only two choices. First, pack your belongings. I'll give you a horse, and you can leave Chang'an on your own. Second, I strip you of your position as a general and throw you into the Heavenly Prison, where you'll never be employed again!"
Jiang Siming issued his ultimatum directly.
Liu Bei could only swallow his grievance and choose the first option. At the same time, he secretly swore that he would rebuild himself and rise again.
He would become a great feudal lord, and then settle the score with Jiang Siming properly!
Since Liu Bei had agreed to leave, Jiang Siming stopped paying him any attention.
As for releasing a tiger back into the mountains, he did not care in the slightest. In fact, he was looking forward to it.
Without Guan Yu and Zhang Fei's support, Liu Bei's chances of accomplishing anything would drop dramatically.
Even if he truly rose to power, in Jiang Siming's eyes, he would merely be another pawn to slowly devour.
He wanted to see whether Liu Bei, without Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, could establish Shu and become a major feudal lord.
Liu Bei left to pack his things, while Guan Yu and Zhang Fei knelt before Jiang Siming.
"Your subordinate Guan Yu (Zhang Fei) pays respects to the lord!"
The two had always addressed Jiang Siming as Prime Minister before. Now they called him lord, and the meaning was obvious.