The towering imperial palace lay hidden in shadow.
Some who already showed their age gazed silently at that palace. Since Emperor Ling's accession, the storms sweeping through the Great Han court had changed so swiftly that they scarcely knew what to do.
How had All Under Heaven suddenly become like this?
How had we suddenly become remnants of the old era?
"Why, isn't this Lord Wang?"
As Wang Yun stepped out of the imperial palace, he suddenly heard someone calling to him with a trace of mockery.
He looked up and found many people watching him. Some wore undisguised schadenfreude, while others looked worried.
Wang Yun knew that, in many people's eyes, he had now become a joke.
He had exhausted his ingenuity trying to cater to Zhang Jue, even intending to offer Zhang Jue his adopted daughter, only for Zhang Jue to die outright and send all his efforts down the drain.
If his reputation had already been all but ruined before, he now bore a touch of the ridiculous as well.
Wang Yun even knew that he would soon become one of the laughingstocks discussed in every street and alley of Luoyang.
In truth, however, Wang Yun did not care. What he had always wanted in his heart was to restore the Han Dynasty.
Now that Zhang Jue had died outright, the greatest obstacle to the Han Dynasty's revival was gone.
Although Crown Prince Bian and Imperial Prince Xie had both been taken away by the Marquis of Unshuang, Imperial Prince He remained in Luoyang. As long as Wang Yun could reinvigorate the Han Dynasty, who would still be able to fault him then?
Enduring humiliation to shoulder a heavy burden.
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