"Back when the Son of Heaven first ascended the throne, he endured one disastrous reign after another. You turned the tide when all was lost and held up a collapsing house. Your achievements were truly unparalleled."
"But you abused your power and placed yourself above the Son of Heaven. That was the one thing you should never have done!"
"Now My Lord has received the Son of Heaven's edict, paid his respects at Gaomiao, and ascended the imperial throne in Chang'an. He has adopted the era name Zhangwu and will renew with the people! My Lord is a ruler like Yao, Shun, Yu, and Tang. All under Heaven rejoice at the news. You would do better to lay down your arms and surrender with proper ceremony. You would still retain your marquisate!"
In Cao Army's camp, Liu Bei's envoy stood holding the Surrender Letter penned by Zhuge Liang and read it aloud.
Every word filled the gathered Cao Army soldiers with anger and unease.
If Cao Cao hadn't stopped him, Xu Chu would have charged forward and cut down the envoy long ago.
"Prime Minister..."
Everyone turned to look at Cao Cao.
His Head Wind Sickness had flared up again. His face was deathly pale, and he could barely sit upright.
Seeing this, the attendants hurriedly shouted, "Guards—!! Drag this insolent wretch out and behead him at once!"
"Hold—!!"
"I still have one more thing to say."
Cao Cao glared at him and gritted his teeth. "Let him speak!"
The envoy straightened his sleeves and disdainfully glanced at the guards closing in around him. He gave a cold snort. "Your bearing is a far cry from that of Your Majesty and Prime Minister Zhuge!"
Leaving those words behind, the envoy swept his sleeves and turned to follow the guards out.