Only then did everyone rise.
Emperor Xian of Han swept his gaze over the gathering and discovered that only five or six people had attended today. None of the distinguished scholars from various regions were present, which left him somewhat puzzled.
But he gave it no further thought. It was only a banquet, after all. He did not care how many people came, as long as there was song and dance, fine wine, and delicious food.
"Imperial Uncle."
Holding his wine cup, Emperor Xian of Han said amiably to Liu Biao, "I have been in Xiangyang for some time now. Imperial Uncle, you have attended to my every need and treated me with the utmost courtesy. I am deeply gratified."
"Thus, I wish to promote you to Grand Commandant and enfeoff you as Duke of Chengwu, as a token of my respect."
His days in Xiangyang City had been the most comfortable of his life. No one threatened him or forced him to do anything, and Liu Biao treated him with great respect.
So he felt he ought to offer something in return.
Although he held no power whatsoever, he was still the Son of Heaven. Bestowing official posts and noble ranks required only a word from him.
"Your Majesty, I am overwhelmed."
Hearing this, Liu Biao hurried out from his seat and said respectfully, "I have rendered not the slightest service. How could I deserve such rewards, let alone a dukedom? I beg Your Majesty to withdraw your decree."
"Ah, Imperial Uncle, you are mistaken."
Emperor Xian of Han shook his head and said solemnly, "Traitorous ministers hold sway throughout the realm today. You alone have loyally protected me, Imperial Uncle. That is the greatest service of all."
"My mind is made up. Please accept it, Imperial Uncle."
Emperor