What had they done since entering Luoyang?
They had executed the emperor, the dukes and ministers, and the accomplices who had joined them in causing disorder, passing an initial final judgment upon them. But that was not enough, not enough to fully demonstrate the justice of the Taiping Army.
They needed to nail the coffin shut on that judgment once and for all.
In the world of today, only one thing could accomplish that: posthumous titles!
While Luo Xiao pondered this, the dukes and ministers in the city were likewise pondering how to survive.
When he saw the emperor's head used as an offering to Supreme Heaven, Wang Yun's heart bled.
He was not an unyielding minister like Lu Zhi, unwilling to die without doing anything first. As the Taiping Army broke into homes and wiped out households, his relative incorruptibility had so far spared him any major repercussions.
But the Taiping Army was like a sword forever suspended above his head. Having his life and death in another's hands left Wang Yun trembling with fear whenever he woke from dreams in the middle of the night.
Moreover, seeing that the Taiping Army's momentum was all but unstoppable, although Wang Yun himself was prepared to commit suicide if restoring the Han Dynasty truly proved impossible, he still had to consider the futures of his sons and younger kinsmen.
After jolting awake from his dreams once again, Wang Yun panted heavily and said, "I must establish ties with the Taiping Army's leadership as soon as possible!"
Wang Yun remained very confident that he could win over the Taiping Army's leadership. He had a trump card: his adopted daughter, a peerless beauty under heaven-or, to exaggerate a little, the most beautiful woman in the world.
At least in Wang Yun's decades of