The party had set out from Jiangling and was now approaching Xiangyang.
Dawn was just breaking, and the chill had yet to retreat. Mist kept puffing from Luo Xian's mouth.
This official road had been built remarkably level, with hardly a bump. Compared with the Shu Road, its comfort was simply beyond description.
Beyond the official road lay farmland stretching out of sight. Mist shrouded the distance, obscuring the view, but several figures could already be seen busying themselves in the fields.
Luo Xian had ultimately agreed to Jiang Wei and Chen Zhi's demand that he assassinate the emperor of Cao Wei.
In truth, the choice had never been Luo Xian's to make. Once Chen Zhi and Jiang Wei had spoken, he no longer had a choice.
What else could he do if he did not agree?
Refuse them?
Leaving aside whether they really would refrain from blaming him as they claimed, even if they did not, his career and rank would have reached their end.
After all, in their eyes, he would be someone who clung to life and feared death, unwilling to sacrifice himself for the imperial court.
Luo Xian had no choice. With Chen Zhi and the others cooperating, he staged an escape, fled all the way to Wang Ji, and surrendered to him.
When Wang Ji learned that a newly appointed governor from the Shu Kingdom had come to surrender, he took the matter very seriously and immediately sent men to investigate.
Later, Wang Ji received an imperial edict and ordered men to escort him to Luoyang.
Luo Xian was utterly despondent.
He had never thought this undertaking had any chance of success.
This was the sovereign of an entire kingdom. How could he simply be assassinated at will?
He was not that Xianbei barbarian king