Was My Crime Really That Great?

Liu Bei was about to marry off his daughter and choose a husband for her. The Prince of Hanzhong's residence was being festooned with lanterns and decorations, while Zhang Fei and Lan Tian followed the guards to the Flower Hall.

At that moment, Liu Bei was drinking with Lai Gong in the Flower Hall and discussing the wedding arrangements.

Suddenly, a hearty laugh rang out nearby. "Big brother! Hahaha!"

Zhang Fei's voice arrived before he did. Lan Tian admired Zhang Fei's easygoing nature. Though he was already in his fifties, an age when one knew one's destiny, he was still like Old Urchin from The Legend of the Condor Heroes. He might not have been handsome, and his martial arts weren't as astonishing as Wang Chongyang's, but he was undeniably well-liked by others. Even Zhuge Liang could do nothing about him.

"Is that Yide? Why aren't you at the Prime Minister's Office pestering Kongming? What brings you here?" Liu Bei called back when he heard the loud greeting. Seeing Lan Tian appear beside Zhang Fei, he rose to his feet. "I was just looking for Ziyu to discuss the wedding, but I was told he'd gone out. So he was with Yide."

"Sir." Lai Gong rose and cupped his hands in greeting.

Lan Tian nodded in reply, then sat across from Liu Bei with Zhang Fei. The new-style tables and chairs made in Guangzhou hadn't caught on everywhere yet, but they had left their mark in many parts of the Prince's Mansion. The Flower Hall where they sat, for instance, had a standard Eight Immortals Table.

Zhang Fei might have been thirsty from the walk. He picked up the wine pot, filled his cup, and drained it in one go. Then he looked at everyone with a goofy grin. "What