At that moment, inside the imperial palace in Luoyang, An Dushan was in a thunderous rage. He had already smashed countless things, yet no matter how he tried, he could not understand how anyone could come and go freely through Luoyang and calmly rescue several hundred prisoners.
These people held exceedingly high standing. Almost every one of them was illustrious, and more than half held unshakable positions in literary and scholarly circles. Although he had long since spread word that he would execute them to consecrate his banners, that was merely a means of forcing them to surrender. In truth, he really did not dare commit such an act that would outrage Heaven and man alike.
These people were so important. How could they have escaped?
Wang Chong had not thought much of them, but An Dushan knew that several among them enjoyed reputations and standing far above Li Cunshou, a mere warrior. If they all agreed to submit, he could establish a separate court, and gain the recognition of at least thirty or forty percent of the realm's scholars. This was an immense political resource.
"Speak! How did that Prince of Yan brat rescue them?"
"Green-Faced Biao Yang Tiehu commanded the troops, yet he actually let people come and go freely, and now even his own whereabouts are unknown. What a living waste!"
"Have they still not been caught?"
None of the generals under An Dushan dared utter a word. Although they had heard of Wang Chong's formidable reputation and felt that this Prince of Yan appeared and vanished like a ghost, displaying something almost miraculous in taking several hundred people out of Luoyang, they feared Li Cunshou even more. One of the Four Braves Under Heaven, nicknamed the Flying Tiger Grand Protector in the army, he could immediately