Sun Zhongmou's incompetent rage

"Without proof or evidence, even if he is the grandson of Lu Bu, who would believe a twelve-year-old could slay my father in battle? Now that the witnesses are gone, my lord, this matter..." Han Zong shifted the conflict back onto Sun Quan.

As soon as Han Zong's words fell, the generals in the hall began to whisper, casting doubt on the claims of Supervisor Gu. After all, no matter how poor Han Dang's martial arts might have been, it was impossible for him to be slain by a twelve-year-old child; it simply defied common sense.

Seeing this, Sun Quan narrowed his eyes and asked Supervisor Gu, "How do you propose we handle this?"

"This subordinate stakes his life on the fact that every word I have spoken is true," Supervisor Gu declared, cupping his hands with a resonant clang.

"Could those soldiers not be lying? They are surely Lu Meng's personal attendants; naturally, they would cover for that treacherous man," Han Zong sneered.

Facing Han Zong's challenge, Supervisor Gu replied in a flustered tone, "Old General Han's own attendants were also present. Since the lord has bestowed upon me the position of Supervisor, I will certainly act with fairness and impartiality."

"Have my father's attendants returned yet?" Han Zong asked again.

"As I have just stated, they have not yet been ransomed. Only when all prisoners of war are redeemed will the truth come to light," Supervisor Gu answered.

"It is too difficult to redeem them all; Jiangdong lacks the capacity right now. We should just listen to Supervisor Gu," Zhang Zhao stepped forward to mediate.

Han Zong sneered, "I only believe in hard evidence."

"You are insulting me!" Supervisor Gu was so angry he hopped in place.

"Supervisor Gu, watch your words. How would I dare insult you?