The Imperial Palace, the Xuan Room.
Yang Biao had gauze wrapped around his head, looking as though he had yet to recover from serious injuries.
Fu Wan wore prison clothes and looked somewhat haggard. Clearly, he had suffered a great deal in prison.
Only Dong Cheng looked presentable.
Emperor Xian of Han sat in the seat of honor, glaring furiously at the two men. "You two rebellious ministers! How dare you threaten the Director of the Imperial Clan!"
Yang Biao and Fu Wan were stunned by his furious rebuke. They looked at each other, their faces full of bewilderment.
Threaten the Director of the Imperial Clan?
What nonsense was this Pretender Emperor spouting?
Yang Biao said darkly, "Cao Cao has kept me under house arrest these past few days. When did I ever see the Director of the Imperial Clan? When did I threaten him? What nonsense are you talking about!"
Emperor Xian of Han's face blazed with anger. "You never saw him? Four days ago, I summoned the Director of the Imperial Clan into the palace to verify my identity, and he confirmed it on the spot."
"I thought you had merely been misled by slander and thus come to doubt me. So I specifically sent him to your doors to tell you the results, thinking you would come to your senses."
"And yet-"
Emperor Xian of Han's voice abruptly rose as he stared at the two men through gritted teeth. "My tolerance has only made you more and more brazen!"
"I yielded again and again, hoping you would change your minds, but you remained stubbornly deluded! You even threatened the Director of the Imperial Clan until he dared not affirm my rightful identity!"
"What benefits has that Pretender Emperor in Ye City given you to make you