The gates of the Imperial City slowly opened.
Wei Shu stood calmly atop the wall. His towering frame made him look like the guardian deity of the Imperial City, and the wind billowing his sleeves made him appear all the more imposing.
Like cattle and sheep, the ministers were herded into the Imperial City by the armored guards.
Some ministers raised their heads to look at Wei Shu atop the wall.
Cui Zan could not help saying, "It seems Xin Chang pledged allegiance to the General of the Guards long ago."
"We thought only of having Xin Chang persuade Yang Hu to surrender, but forgot that Yang Hu could just as easily persuade him to switch sides!"
The ministers sighed.
At that moment, Xiahou Xian stood nearby, watching them enter the Imperial Palace one by one.
Sima Gan stood beside him, looking even happier than Zhong Hui.
If he had still harbored doubts about Xiahou Xian's actions earlier, the ministers' reactions had now truly convinced him.
Even the ministers were saying so. How could it possibly be false?
It seems Second Brother was afraid I would overthink things, so he never told me.
The way he looked at Xiahou Xian and Zhong Hui immediately changed.
"Lord Xiahou... Lord Zhong, what should we do next?"
Zhong Hui glanced at him. Sima Gan and the ministers had effectively confirmed one another's guesses: seeing Sima Gan had convinced the ministers that Sima Zhao was behind this, while hearing the ministers' remarks had convinced Sima Gan that his elder brother was behind it.
This fool's usefulness went no further than this.
Zhong Hui suddenly laughed, and his gaze toward Sima Gan grew much gentler.
"Lord Sima, well done. At first, I worried these plans might fail because of you. I even advised the General