Yet amid this heated discussion, the military generals off to the side seemed utterly out of place and bored out of their minds.
Lü Bu's burly figure leaned against a pillar as he slept, and he had even begun to snore; although Zhang Liao stood ramrod straight, his eyes betrayed a measure of boredom as he furtively poked Lü Bu's backside with his Hu Tablet.
Huang Zhong's eyes were slightly closed, as though he were resting, and the other military generals wore much the same expressions.
These fierce generals, who had once commanded the winds and clouds on the battlefield, simply could not get a word into these scholarly deliberations at the Imperial Court.
After all, the realm was united, the rebels on every front had been wiped out, and there were no more wars. Their expertise in troop formation and charging through enemy lines had no place to shine now.
"Your Majesty!"
Just then, an abrupt voice rang out, breaking the rhythm of the court's discussion. Cui Lin stepped forward and said gravely, "Duke Wen actually dozed off in the Imperial Court. This is a breach of decorum before the throne and an affront to the court's dignity!"
Cui Lin was a Palace Attendant Censor, with the authority to monitor breaches of decorum among the court officials.
Dozing off at court was naturally forbidden.
The eyes of the officials in the hall instantly converged on Lü Bu. His snoring stopped at once, and he opened his bleary eyes, his face blank with confusion.
"Huh?"
Cui Lin looked at him with displeasure and said, "Duke Wen, this is the Imperial Court, not a place to sleep."
"How can you breach decorum in His Majesty's presence?"
Hearing this, Lü Bu rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "You lot are talking about