There was nothing left to insist on.
Jiang Siming becoming emperor was inevitable, and so was the change of dynasties.
The Han Dynasty had lasted two hundred years, but by now it had long since ceased to exist in all but name. Its fortunes had run out, and its great edifice was on the verge of collapse.
Liu Xie understood this as well.
He could not defeat any of the warlords in the realm, while Jiang Siming had wiped them all out.
Now, the entire realm was waiting for Jiang Siming to ascend the throne and replace the dynasty.
Ceding the throne was the wisest move Liu Xie could make. It would preserve his life while safeguarding the last shred of dignity belonging to the Han imperial family.
A month passed.
Under Jiang Siming's capable military and civil administration, all thirteen provinces of Great Han rapidly settled down and flourished.
Even remote places like Yongzhou, Liangzhou, and You Province had quelled all the flames of war in a very short time and focused on development.
The common people no longer had to endure the hell of exorbitant taxes and forced conscription.
The realm stabilized at astonishing speed.
None of this could have happened without the contributions of Jiang Siming's advisers.
With talented people on hand, getting things done became simple and efficient.
Top strategists such as Guo Jia, Xun Yu, Pang Tong, Sima Yi, and Xu Shu possessed remarkable abilities not only in managing cities but also in development and construction.
The realm had stabilized, and there was no longer any warfare in the thirteen provinces.
It was time for Jiang Siming to ascend the throne.
Calls for his enthronement arose throughout the thirteen provinces without pause.
Jiang Siming, for his part, did not put on airs or act coy.