"Since ancient times, we have heard only of treasonous ministers, never of treasonous sovereigns! If you want to rebel and usurp the throne, why accuse me of being an impostor, a Pretender Son of Heaven?"
"I am the rightful emperor of the Great Han! How could I suffer such humiliation at your hands!"
"If you want to murder your sovereign and rebel, then do it!"
"I have already put life and death aside! All the late emperors of the Great Han are watching you from heaven. If you murder your sovereign, your name will stink for ten thousand years!"
Perhaps it was grief and anger, perhaps humiliation, perhaps hot blood.
At that moment, the Son of Heaven shook off his former cowardice and his fear of Cao Cao, displaying the resolve of a man who faced death as though returning home!
His bearing was even more forceful than when he had rebuked Dong Zhuo.
Cao Cao started in fright and involuntarily stepped back. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Looking at the Son of Heaven before him, his imposing presence and fury-filled face, Cao Cao felt an inexplicable surge of panic, and his thoughts wavered once more.
Could it be... that I was wrong?
He had already driven the Son of Heaven before him into a corner at swordpoint, yet not only was he unafraid, he had revealed such an unyielding side, fully displaying the mettle of a Son of Heaven.
Could a false Son of Heaven have such confidence?
But Chen Qun and Xu You both said the Son of Heaven in Ye City was the real one. Those two would certainly not lie, and Yang Biao and the other two had also sent their sons to Ye City.
Clearly, they were secretly