This was Jiang Wei's first meeting with Chen Tai.
Though the two had fought before, they had never had the chance to meet.
Jiang Wei looked at Chen Tai, dressed as a scholar before him, but there was little stir in his eyes.
Chen Tai spoke. "You needn't be so eager to die... When a man is bent on death, even someone who wants to save him cannot bring him back. Why not meet His Majesty instead?"
"Even if you must die, shouldn't you know just what sort of man you fell to?"
Jiang Wei remained silent, saying nothing. Chen Tai said no more either, merely ordering men to escort him into the city.
Returning to Hanzhong again, but as a prisoner this time-who knew what Jiang Wei felt?
Jiang Wei showed none of a defeated general's restraint or unease.
He did not even seem particularly afraid.
He raised his head and gazed impassively at the road ahead.
The shackles on his hands and feet clashed loudly as he walked.
He looked every inch a triumphant Grand General as he strode steadily up the steps and finally stood before Cao Mao.
Many generals sat around Cao Mao, staring at the old man with looks of anger, contorted expressions, fear, and embarrassment.
Jiang Wei's hair had already turned gray, and his gaunt face was covered in wrinkles, but his gaze remained keen as he looked straight at the emperor before him.
Cheng Ji flew into a rage and was about to step forward when Cao Mao extended a hand, signaling him to withdraw.
"Jiang Wei, Jiang Boyue."
Cao Mao studied the old general before him. He was probably the most renowned figure of the late Three Kingdoms era, and the one most beloved and respected by later generations.
"The Shu ruler