Jia Xu choked on Lü Bu's words, yet could find no way to refute them.
After all, none of the things he had done before, each and every one of them, qualified him as a loyal minister.
Annoyed, he slapped his folding fan against his palm. "If even you, Lü Fengxian, can be a loyal minister, why can't I?"
How could Lü Bu fail to hear Jia Xu's veiled jab at his having once followed Dong Zhuo, and even been Dong Zhuo's adopted son?
He immediately glared at Jia Xu. "I have always been a loyal minister!"
"When you advised Li Jue and Guo Si to attack Chang'an, I was the one defending the city!"
Just mentioning it made his blood boil. Had Jia Xu not used his tricks to incite the soldiers inside Chang'an to mutiny, the city could never have fallen!
He would never have had to abandon the Son of Heaven and flee like a homeless dog!
Nor would he now have to feel uneasy and guilty every time he faced the Son of Heaven.
"You... you Servant of Three Surnames!"
With Lü Bu exposing his disgrace to his face, Jia Xu flushed red with rage. He practically wanted to kill him.
Damn it, they were in front of the Son of Heaven! Couldn't he leave a few irrelevant old matters unmentioned?
Lü Bu rather enjoyed the feeling of scolding someone from the moral high ground. He sneered. "So what if I am a Servant of Three Surnames? I have never betrayed His Majesty. I have always been a loyal minister of the Great Han!"
"And I killed Dong Zhuo and captured Yuan Shu! Heaven and earth can bear witness to my loyalty! What about you, Fatty Jia? What have you ever done to dare call yourself