Cao Pi praised Liu Ye to his face, deliberately putting him over the flames to roast, intending to give him a warning.
Since he was not as deeply calculating as Jia Xu, he ought to step forward and offer counsel. All the court officials could feel Cao Pi's urgency, and Liu Ye, being exceptionally clever, naturally understood.
As Liu Ye kept wiping away his sweat, he suddenly caught sight of Situ Wang Lang diagonally across from him and hatched a plan.
"Your Majesty, though Luoyang has no spare troops to send as reinforcements, a strategist could be dispatched to Tong Pass to assist with military affairs. That would count as aid to General Zhu as well." Liu Ye answered with his head lowered.
"Oh? Is Lord Liu volunteering himself?" Cao Pi thought. Well now. You are a kinsman of the Han imperial house to begin with—could it be that you want to walk right into the net?
Liu Ye hurriedly waved his hands. "This person should preferably be an eloquent debater, someone who can use his three-inch untiring tongue to expose Liu Bei's schemes. Then the Han army will collapse without a battle. I have never been good with words to begin with, and with autumn having just arrived, I caught a chill. My throat is dry and hoarse, and I cannot speak much."
"Does Lord Liu have someone to recommend?" Seeing that Liu Ye knew how to read the times, Cao Pi's lingering doubts immediately vanished.
"Uh... Your Majesty must decide this matter. But whoever can debate the enemy into retreat will surely leave his name in the annals of history." Holding his tablet, Liu Ye cupped his hands and spoke. Afraid of offending people, he did not dare recommend anyone rashly.
"If someone can debate Liu Bei into