When Liu Cheng saw Xie An hurry out, he knew his words just now had been too indignant. Besides, judging by Xie Wan's performance, the man might not even qualify as something to hammer as a negative example-he might only splatter filth all over you. He restrained himself a little, simply turned, pressed a hand to his saber, and ordered, "Bring the wine at once!"
"Bring the wine at once," Xie An hastily urged.
The Slave Retainers of the Western General of the Gentlemen of the Palace's Office, formerly the Slave Retainers of the General Who Pacifies the West's Office, had already been severely disciplined by Xie An over the past few days. They were brisk enough now, promptly serving the wine they had prepared.
Liu Cheng stood on no ceremony. He poured himself a cup, then let go of his saber and raised it. "You gentlemen are all elite soldiers! I, Liu Cheng, a refugee from the Yangtze and Huai River region, have today been honored with a place among you through a word from the Gentleman of the Palace. I truly share in your glory! Come, congratulate me!"
Led by Shen Jin, Liu Jian, Gao Heng, Zhou Cheng, Ding Kuang, Liu Shi, Guo Man, and Sun Xiao, more than half the Shouchun generals immediately stood up. Then Wang Xia, Zhu Teng, Hu Bin, and the others, mindful after all of the Xie Family's authority and inherited beneficence, as well as Liu Cheng's prestige and his bearing at this moment, rose with complicated feelings. When even Yuan Zhen saw Xi Chao rise, he could hardly keep putting on airs, and stood with the Shucheng generals.
Now all the "gentlemen" were on their feet, raising their cups together to congratulate Liu Cheng on attaining his wish and formally becoming one