Yin Kuang naturally had no intention of assassinating Dong Zhuo—at least, not for the time being! He merely wanted to deceive that old man Wang Yue. Wang Yue was indeed fiercely loyal to Emperor Xian, and even Emperor Ling. Though he was a wandering martial hero, he still understood that "when the ruler demands a minister's death, the minister cannot refuse"—and one must not judge the values of people in the era of feudal imperial rule by modern standards. Even if Emperor Xian had wronged him, he could only die to prove his loyalty. Yin Kuang knew he could not persuade Wang Yue through reason, so he might as well follow Wang Yue's way of thinking and give him a chance to clear his name. Once someone as formidable as him had motivation and purpose, the power he unleashed would be anything but ordinary.
Sure enough, the moment Yin Kuang's voice reached Wang Yue's ears, Wang Yue turned to look at him. Seizing the moment, Yin Kuang said, "They accuse us of colluding with Dong Zhuo, so let's bring back Dong Zhuo's head and see what else they have to say then. Hmph! Could we possibly collude with a dead man?!"
"Assassinate Dong Zhuo..." Wang Yue murmured. "Assassinate Dong Zhuo..." The lifeless dullness in his eyes gradually ignited into a scorching brilliance. "That's right... that's right! Take Dong Zhuo's head! Clear our names!" But when he was pushed onto the execution platform, his gaze dimmed again. "But..." Yin Kuang said, "No buts. His Majesty has been misled by treacherous men and will not believe us now. We can only break out. Once we take Dong Zhuo's head, everything can be discussed. Even if we fail and die, we'll die with a clear conscience—and have the face to meet the late