Emperor Xian of Han choked with sobs and said in a voice filled with hatred, "If Yang Biao and Fu Wan said those things because they had been deceived, I could still understand."
"But Dong Cheng! That treacherous bastard Dong Cheng!"
Emperor Xian of Han could not stop his body from trembling with rage again. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Not only did he call me a Pretender Emperor, he even said he intended to help turn me from a false emperor into a real one and asked me to join forces with him!"
"He is even more hateful than Yang Biao and Fu Wan!"
If Dong Cheng had merely believed he was a Pretender Emperor, as Yang Biao and Fu Wan did, he would have been angry, but he would not have hated him to the marrow like this. He could simply have considered them all deceived.
But Dong Cheng actually intended to help him, this "Pretender Emperor," become a real one, steal the realm of Great Han, and secure wealth and glory for himself!
This was utter betrayal!
Empress Fu was stunned. At last, she understood why Emperor Xian of Han was so furious. How was this merely humiliation? It was outright treason, proof that Dong Cheng had harbored no good intentions at all!
"I have been a wretched Son of Heaven. Cao Cao humiliates me, my ministers do not believe me, and I have lost the realm of Great Han. I have failed all the late emperors of Great Han. I wish I could depose myself!"
"I... have no face to meet my ancestors!"
In anguish, Emperor Xian of Han slowly raised the sharp blade in his hand. Its polished surface reflected his tear-streaked, utterly bedraggled face.
Perhaps he really should heed Fu Wan's words and take