At that moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Liu Meng.
They were not at all surprised by what Liu Meng had done.
He had been doing this sort of thing for far longer than a day or two.
He had always wanted to return beyond the pass, but who among those seated here wanted to go out there and swallow the freezing wind?
They lived quite well here, and every one of them had begun enjoying a long life. That godforsaken place beyond the pass offered nothing but raging winds or heavy snow. The weather had grown colder and colder over the years, freezing even cattle to death, let alone people like them.
Even setting the climate aside, could the comforts beyond the pass compare with those here?
What did they eat here? What homes did they live in? What things did they use?
Who wanted to follow him beyond the pass to choke on blizzards?
That was why they all despised Liu Meng.
Yet Liu Meng saw nothing wrong with his thinking. He leaped to his feet, glared angrily at Yang Hu, and said:
"When we first came to submit, Wei said it would forge bonds of brotherhood with us. Yet over all these years, not only have we received no rewards whatsoever, we have even had to pay taxes! The Chanyu has been imprisoned in Ye City and has not returned for years. Why should we keep enduring this?!"
Yang Hu stared straight at him.
"Rewards must be earned through merit. After everything you have done over these years, do you think no one knows?"
"His Majesty the Emperor is merciful. Fearing that he might wound the hearts of the tribes that submitted, he has tolerated you at every turn. The major has exposed your conduct repeatedly, and