Chapter 122: Can an Imperial Decree Without the Imperial Seal Be Called a Decree? Under the Banner of Loyalty, Yuan Shao Kills His Brother

Diao Chan grew anxious; she was now certain that Lu Bu had been deceived. Otherwise, why would he so fervently defend the Emperor?

As someone who witnessed Lu Bu abandon the Emperor and flee Chang’an firsthand, she understood his character better than even Madam Yan.

Despite Lu Bu’s warning, she felt compelled to remind him, “Have you heard any recent news about the Emperor in Xu County?”

“What news?” Lu Bu frowned, visibly displeased at the mention of the fake Emperor in Xu County.

Moreover, during their hurried journey back to Downstream, his focus had been solely on reuniting with his wife and daughter to share the good tidings, leaving no attention for external affairs.

Gathering her thoughts carefully, Diao Chan weighed her words before speaking, “A few days ago, the Emperor in Xu County issued an imperial decree summoning Kong Rong from North Sea. It is rumored that Cao Cao intends for Kong Rong to authenticate the Emperor’s identity.”

“Kong Rong, being the twentieth-generation descendant of Confucius, defied Dong Zhuo earlier and later pacified rebellions in North Sea. As a leading figure in literature, his renown surpasses even Yuan Shao’s.”

“If the Emperor in Xu County were indeed false, Cao Cao wouldn’t dare act this way. General, do you think… could it be that the true dragon Emperor resides in Xu County, while the one in Yecheng is the imposter?”

This was precisely what Diao Chan feared.

The Emperor in Yecheng had bestowed upon Lu Bu the title of Duke and sought to take Lü Lingqi into his harem, even promising her positions as Empress and Crown Princess.

It seemed far too good to be true.

Even among aristocratic families arranging marriages, lineage and family background held immense importance—how much more so for the imperial clan? A woman destined to become Empress must undoubtedly hail from a prestigious lineage.

While Lu Bu boasted great achievements like executing Dong Zhuo, capturing Yuan Shu, and returning the jade seal, his humble origins and lack of support from influential clans remained undeniable facts. Logically, it would be implausible for the Emperor to appoint his daughter as Empress.

Analyzing these circumstances, it became clear that the Emperor in Yecheng was attempting to win over Lu Bu’s allegiance.

Considering the recent summons of Kong Rong by the Emperor in Xu County to validate his claim, Diao Chan grew increasingly suspicious of the Emperor in Yecheng.

“Hmph! Kong Rong? Who does he think he is!” Upon hearing this, Lu Bu scoffed dismissively, “So what if he’s a twentieth-generation descendant of Confucius? To me, he’s just another sour and pedantic scholar. What qualifies him to determine the authenticity of an Emperor!”

“This general doesn’t believe in ancestral heritage or lifelong reputations; I only trust what my own eyes have witnessed!”

“This general personally witnessed the Emperor at Yecheng, and his appearance closely resembled that from our last meeting in Chang’an. His warmth towards me was also unchanged.”

“The one in Xu County is merely a false Emperor propped up by the Cao thief. Once this general consolidates Yangzhou and Xuzhou territories, I will request Your Majesty’s permission to capture Xu County, apprehend the Cao traitor, and seize the false Emperor. Another great feat awaits!”

Lu Bu’s voice resonated with conviction, strengthened by his encounters in Yecheng which solidified his belief.

Kong Rong may be a descendant of Confucius, but he wasn’t Confucius himself. And even if he were, could Confucius not be deceived?

The Cao traitor had countless tricks up his sleeve.

“General…”

Seeing Lu Bu’s unwavering stance without a hint of doubt, Diao Chan realized he must have been bewitched by the Empress and Crown Prince.

“That’s enough!” Lu Bu raised his hand, cutting off Diao Chan sternly as a warning. “Do not utter such disrespectful words about His Majesty again! This general finds them distasteful.”

Had it been anyone else instead of Diao Chan speaking these words, he would’ve drawn his sword instantly!

Noticing Lu Bu’s deep dissatisfaction, Diao Chan refrained from further comment, nodding obediently. “I understand.”

She began to wonder if perhaps she was indeed overly suspicious.

During their time in Chang’an, the Emperor had shown considerable favor towards Lu Bu. And now, with promises of a queen and crown prince, perhaps there truly were no ulterior motives.

Moreover, having personally met the Emperor in Yecheng, Lu Bu’s unwavering conviction likely stemmed from verifying his authenticity.

“Has His Majesty mentioned when Qi’er should enter the palace?”

Seeing Diao Chan shift the conversation away from the true or false Emperor to Lü Lingqi, Lu Bu chuckled gleefully. “Although His Majesty hasn’t specified, I believe the sooner, the better; we mustn’t delay. The earlier Qi’er enters the palace, the quicker she can bear His Majesty’s imperial heir.”

With a foolish grin, he exclaimed, “Who would’ve thought? Our humble Lu family could produce a queen, and our future grandson will be none other than the next Emperor!”

Lu Bu never harbored ambitions of becoming an emperor himself. Despite boasting unmatched martial prowess, he knew well that as a commoner born of peasant stock, he lacked both the capability and legitimacy for such a position.

However, now his grandson stood on the precipice of this opportunity. If he eventually ascended to the throne, it wouldn’t just bring immense honor to the Lu lineage-it might even prompt their ancestors to rise from their graves and pay homage!

Lu Bu had never entertained thoughts of ruling an empire. Although he claimed unparalleled martial strength, he understood his origins as a mere peasant, making him unfit and unqualified for the role of emperor.

Yet today, his grandson held this chance. Should he one day ascend to the throne, Lu Bu’s achievements would not only glorify his ancestors but might even compel them to emerge from their graves to show reverence!

“If that’s the case, then I shall send someone immediately to find Madam and Qi’er,” Diao Chan said before hastily leaving the room.

At the Prefectural Office in Huiji County, Sun Ce had heeded Zhou Yu’s advice and retreated his forces to Jiangdong after Yuan Shu’s defeat, avoiding direct confrontation with Lu Bu’s army.

As the saying goes, biting off more than one can chew is unwise; securing half of Yangzhou was already enough for him to manage for quite some time. Engaging with the formidable Lu Bu at this juncture would have been imprudent.

Zhou Yu’s plan involved waiting until Lu Bu and Cao Cao weakened each other significantly before striking swiftly to seize control of the entire Yangzhou region.

Upon returning to Huiji, Sun Ce focused on replenishing his resources while closely monitoring the situation in Yangzhou.

Under the scorching sun in the Prefectural Office garden, Sun Ce sparred with a young man wielding a long spear, mirroring his own weapon.

The youth appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen years old, bearing a slight resemblance to Sun Ce. His eyes sparkled with spirit, reflecting a remarkable martial presence.

After merely ten exchanges, Sun Ce disarmed the youth, sending his spear flying as he conceded defeat.

“Well, Zhongmou, convinced now?” Sun Ce stood triumphantly, smiling broadly.

The young man facing him was none other than his younger brother, Sun Quan.

“Not at all!” Sun Quan’s face brimmed with indignation as he rose from the ground, glaring fiercely at Sun Ce. “Dage, you’re already superior in martial skills compared to me, yet you resort to deceitful tactics? How underhanded!”

“If you hadn’t deliberately intercepted my spear tip just now, forcing me to withdraw, I would’ve struck you!”

He felt Sun Ce had violated martial ethics by employing such underhanded tactics during their sparring session, despite already being superior in skill.

“Zhongmou, aren’t you fond of reading? This is called ‘deception knows no bounds’!” Sun Ce waved his spear, giving Sun Quan a gentle tap on the head with its blunt end.

“It’s the same principle as commanding troops in battle. The art of war thrives on deception, adaptability, unpredictability, and risk-taking. If one strictly adheres to convention and common sense, defeat is inevitable. You must learn to be flexible.”

Sun Quan nodded in agreement, understanding that these were valuable lessons drawn from his elder brother’s years of military experience—insights unattainable through regular studies with his teacher.

As the brothers conversed, the manor steward approached them. “My lord, the Grand Commander has arrived and is waiting in the main hall.”

“Serve him our finest tea; I’ll join him shortly.” Upon hearing Zhou Yu’s arrival, Sun Ce’s face lit up. Turning to Sun Quan, he said, “Zhongmou, since you’ve just returned from Wu County and haven’t seen Gongjin yet, come along with me.”

In the grand hall of the Prefectural Office, Sun Ce immediately embraced Zhou Yu warmly upon sight.

“Gongjin, what brings you here today? It’s quite rare!”

Usually, Zhou Yu would either be at the prefecture office handling administrative duties or at home playing music and reading books. He seldom visited without an invitation.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhou Yu said, “Bofu, aside from visiting Zhongmou today, I have news from Yecheng to share with you.”

Sun Ce’s interest was piqued immediately. “What has Yuan Shao been up to lately?”

“I’ve just received word,” Zhou Yu replied, “that the Emperor in Yecheng issued an edict summoning Kong Rong for an audience.”

“Hahaha!” Sun Ce burst out laughing. “First Cao Cao and now Yuan Shao, both eager to prove their Emperor’s legitimacy. Too bad I was still aligned with Yuan Shu back then; otherwise, I would have created my own fake Emperor.”

At this remark, Zhou Yu’s lips involuntarily twitched.

Establishing a false Emperor might offer various advantages, but if exposed, the consequences were unimaginable—far more complex than Sun Ce seemed to realize. Leaving aside Yuan Shao and Cao Cao, if Sun Ce dared to create a counterfeit Emperor, he would instantly face condemnation from all under heaven.

Seeing Zhou Yu remain silent, Sun Ce continued, “One of these two Emperors must be a fraud. But why do they both risk issuing decrees inviting Kong Rong to authenticate them? Everyone knows Kong Rong is unbendingly honest. Are neither Yuan Shao nor Cao Cao concerned about being exposed?”

With some analysis, Zhou Yu understood Yuan Shao’s mindset. “Cao Cao took the initiative to invite Kong Rong to verify his Emperor’s authenticity. Regardless of whether he genuinely believes or secretly harbors doubts, Yuan Shao had no choice but to follow suit, lest it appear he has something to hide.”

“However, if Xu County’s Emperor gains Kong Rong’s endorsement, they will have equal legitimacy to challenge Yecheng’s claimant.”

“What?” Sun Ce looked puzzled. “Just enough to challenge? Wouldn’t it directly legitimize Xu County’s Emperor instead? Is Kong Rong’s backing not convincing enough for the entire realm?”

He struggled to grasp Zhou Yu’s implication.

Kong Rong, with his personal reputation and the esteemed legacy of the Kong family, carried immense authority.

At least from Sun Ce’s perspective, if Kong Rong acknowledged Xu County’s Emperor as genuine, he would also consider Yecheng’s claimant a fraud.

“Dage, you’re thinking too simplistically.” Sun Quan shook his head from the side.

“Oh? Zhongmou, why do you say that?” A hint of surprise flickered in Zhou Yu’s eyes at Sun Quan’s words.

Sun Quan responded without hesitation, “While Kong Rong enjoys high esteem and the Kong lineage has deep roots, securing universal acceptance is impossible.

“As long as some believe Yuan Shao, the question of the true Emperor cannot be definitively settled. Anyone who dares assert their stance openly supports Cao Cao, implying Yuan Shao is a traitor for proclaiming a false Emperor.

“In today’s world, dare anyone risk offending Yuan Shao so severely? Dage, would you?”

Sun Ce’s eyes widened, rendered speechless.

Would he dare to do it? Of course not.

Yuan Shao controlled three provinces and was a regional hegemon. Without concrete evidence, merely relying on Kong Rong’s endorsement as justification to declare the Emperor in Yecheng a fraud would undoubtedly trample Yuan Shao’s reputation and invite fierce retaliation.

“Indeed, Zhongmou is absolutely right!” Zhou Yu laughed heartily, impressed by Sun Quan’s insight beyond his years.

For someone so young to possess such foresight and wisdom was truly remarkable.

Sun Quan modestly smiled, “Grand Commander, you flatter me. My knowledge is limited, and I have much to learn from you.”

Zhou Yu shook his head, “It’s no exaggeration; few can comprehend this perspective.” He glanced briefly at Sun Ce, adding, “Even your elder brother wouldn’t see it this way.”

Undeterred, Sun Ce wore a proud expression, seemingly pleased with Sun Quan’s acumen. “Zhongmou indeed proves himself a formidable cub of Jiangdong, surpassing my own intellect. He is destined for greatness.”

Little did Sun Ce know that after his death, when Sun Quan took power, their descendants’ fates would take a dark turn.

Zhou Yu nodded slightly, withholding further comment.

“Grand Commander, who do you believe is the true Emperor between those in Yecheng and Xu County?” Sun Quan asked curiously.

Zhou Yu chuckled wryly, “How could I possibly know? Only Cao Cao and Yuan Shao themselves might be certain of the truth.”

“However, I hope the Emperor in Xu County is genuine. Yuan Shao poses too great a threat, and once he pacifies the north, he will surely target Jiangdong next.”

Both Sun Ce and Sun Quan agreed wholeheartedly.

If the Emperor under Yuan Shao’s control were indeed legitimate, combined with his existing strength and Lu Bu’s support, they could potentially conquer the entire realm effortlessly.

North Sea Commandery.

The North Sea had become the center of attention for all under heaven.

Shortly after the Emperor’s envoy from Xu County arrived with his imperial decree, Yecheng sent its own emissary galloping forth with yet another edict.

Everyone understood this marked the beginning of a new struggle between Cao Cao and Yuan Shao to assert their respective Emperors’ legitimacy.

Gaining Kong Rong’s endorsement would mean securing the approval of over half the scholars across the land, an acknowledgment of immense significance.

Hence, all eyes were on the Prime Minister’s estate, eager to learn which path the renowned Kong Beihai would choose: Xu County or Yecheng?

Amidst rampant speculation, Kong Rong remained silent, merely announcing that he had contracted a cold and was recuperating at home.

Outside the Prime Minister’s Estate:

Carriages lined up at the entrance, surrounding the estate tightly. Each belonged to notable scholars who claimed to visit out of concern but truly sought to discern whether Kong Rong intended to go to Xu County or Yecheng.

Regardless of their status or renown, none could gain entry; for days, every visitor was turned away without exception.

Among them, the most persistent were the envoys from Xu County and Yecheng, constantly lurking near the estate, adamant about meeting Kong Rong.

“The Prime Minister has instructed us not to admit anyone,” repeated the estate steward mechanically, echoing Kong Rong’s directive.

“Please return, gentlemen. Don’t put me in a difficult position—it truly is not permitted…” The Prime Minister’s steward mechanically repeated Kong Rong’s instructions.

“I’ve brought the finest physician from this prefecture to examine and treat the Prime Minister. With his expertise, he can surely cure him.” These words came from the envoy sent by the Emperor residing in Xu County.

Behind him stood a physician accompanied by two servants carrying large bags filled with various medicinal herbs, clearly well-prepared for their mission.

The steward remained expressionless. “Rest assured, esteemed envoy,” he said, “the Prime Minister merely caught a cold. After some rest and recuperation, he will be fine.”

“How long exactly does he need to rest?” the anxious Xu County envoy pressed. “I bear an imperial decree that must be personally delivered to the Prime Minister. Please allow me just a moment to see him.”

To date, the imperial decree still remained in the envoy’s possession.

Kong Rong had secluded himself at home, citing illness, refusing to meet anyone or leave his residence. Consequently, the decree could not be handed to him directly. Without receiving the decree, Kong Rong was unable to travel to Xu County to pay homage to the Emperor.

Under normal circumstances, upon receiving an imperial decree, regardless of one’s condition—even if gravely ill or near death—one was required to accept it personally. Failure to do so would constitute a grave offense against the Emperor’s authority.

However, before departing, the Xu County envoy had been repeatedly instructed by the Emperor to treat Kong Rong with utmost respect, ensuring no discourtesy whatsoever.

Despite being continually rebuffed by Kong Rong, the envoy dared not show any disrespect. He could only stake out the estate each day, hoping for an opportunity to enter and deliver his decree.

Before the housekeeper could respond, a mocking voice chimed in from the side: “What kind of imperial edict is that? Does it bear the imprint of the jade seal of the realm? Without the seal’s authentication, how dare you call it an imperial decree? Why would the Prime Minister deign to meet with you? You’d best hurry back to Xu County!”

The speaker was none other than the Yecheng envoy.

In contrast to the anxious Xu County envoy, he appeared utterly relaxed—so much so that he had set up a table beside his carriage complete with tea, snacks, and even scrolls for reading. Now, he looked disdainfully at his counterpart from Xu County.

“Insolent! How dare you insult His Majesty!” The Xu County envoy, already simmering with frustration, exploded upon hearing the Yecheng envoy’s words. Pointing an accusatory finger, he shouted, “His Majesty has resided in Xu County all this time, constantly accompanied by ministers like Rang Gong and Fu Gong, along with numerous imperial concubines who can attest to his presence. That pretender in Yecheng is a false Emperor!

“Yuan Shao falsely proclaimed himself Emperor—does he not fear divine retribution?”

“Hah, attest?” With a derisive laugh, the Yecheng envoy slammed his scroll onto the table, meeting the Xu County envoy head-on. “Grand Prefect Wen Lü Fengxian and Imperial Uncle Liu Xuande both recognize our Emperor. Even the jade seal of the realm is in possession of His Majesty!”

“What proof does that false emperor from Xu County have to establish his identity? Who knows if Rang Gong, Fu Gong, and the others were coerced by the Cao thief!”

“As I see it, the real one who should fear divine retribution is the Cao traitor!”

These words infuriated the Xu County envoy, who raised his fist menacingly. “Would you like to test my fighting skills?”

The Yecheng envoy rolled up his sleeves, struck a combat stance, and retorted sharply, “My fists aren’t soft either!”

Everyone nearby quietly stepped back, creating space for their impending brawl.

Just as the two envoys were about to come to blows, the steward hurried over with servants to intervene.

“Gentlemen, please calm down, calm down,” he implored. “Let’s discuss this reasonably.”

He dared not offend either envoy, unsure which representative served the true Emperor.

“Hmph! Vulgar!” The Yecheng envoy lowered his sleeves, casting a fierce glare at the Xu County envoy before taking his seat again, ignoring him completely.

With a dark expression, the Xu County envoy retreated to his carriage.

Clop, clop, clop—

Suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats echoed through the air.

A young man approached, standing tall at seven feet, with striking features marked by sharp brows and bright eyes. Riding atop a majestic horse, he drew considerable attention.

The young man dismounted his horse and approached the steward. “Is the Prime Minister available? I have urgent matters to discuss.”

The steward promptly replied, “Please follow me into the estate.”

Handing his horse to a nearby servant, the youth accompanied the steward into the Prime Minister’s residence.

This scene astonished both the Yecheng and Xu County envoys.

Especially the Xu County envoy, who incredulously demanded, “Why can he enter? Isn’t the Prime Minister refusing all visitors? I also wish to see him immediately!”

He made to forcefully barge into the estate.

However, vigilant servants swiftly intercepted him.

Amidst the gathering outside, one renowned scholar explained, “That is Tai Shici, a close friend of the Prime Minister across generations. Moreover, he once saved the Prime Minister’s life; it’s only natural for him to be granted entry.”

Upon hearing this, the Xu County envoy’s defiance fizzled out. With a dejected expression, he returned to his carriage to continue waiting.

After entering the Prime Minister’s estate with the steward, Tai Shici found that they were not heading towards the private quarters but directly to the study.

“The Prime Minister awaits within,” the steward announced with a slight bow before turning to leave.

Tai Shici removed his shoes, stepped onto the clean floor, and pushed open the door to enter the study.

The room was modest in size.

Two rows of bookshelves filled with scrolls and bamboo tablets, several calligraphy pieces hanging on the walls, and a writing desk comprised the entirety of the study’s modest furnishings.

“Cough…cough…”

A series of coughs echoed within the room.

Behind the desk sat a frail-looking elderly man, engrossed in writing as he leaned over his work. Scattered across the floor around him lay numerous scrolls, accentuating his aged and hunched figure.

“Greetings, Prime Minister.”

Tai Shici took two steps forward and bowed respectfully.

This venerable elder was none other than Kong Rong, the Prime Minister of North Sea and the foremost leader in contemporary literature.

“Ah, Ziyi, you’re here?” Upon hearing Tai Shici’s voice, Kong Rong did not turn around but spoke without looking back. “Ziyi, please make yourself at home. It’s somewhat messy in here; feel free to find a spot to sit.”

Tai Shici remained quietly standing behind Kong Rong, observing him diligently working on a bamboo scroll.

After a long while, Kong Rong finally put down his brush, sighed deeply, and turned to face Tai Shici. “What brings you here, Ziyi?”

“I heard that the Prime Minister has fallen ill and came specifically to inquire about your health,” Tai Shici replied respectfully.

Kong Rong smiled upon hearing this. “There’s no need for concern, Ziyi. It’s just a minor cold, nothing serious.”

“The reason I claimed illness was merely to avoid those two envoys outside… You must have seen them upon entering my residence?”

Tai Shici nodded. “I heard they’ve been waiting for several days already. Why won’t the Prime Minister meet with them? This could tarnish your reputation.”

Claiming sickness only provided temporary evasion; if Kong Rong continued to refuse the envoys indefinitely, he would inevitably face criticism.

Even if one envoy was fraudulent, the other represented a legitimate imperial emissary.

“Ah…” Kong Rong sighed wearily. “At present, there’s no way for me to discern which Emperor is genuine, and I dare not risk meeting them hastily. If I go to the false Emperor first, the traitor might detain me under house arrest and deceive the world using my name. Wouldn’t that place the true Emperor in grave danger?”

Kong Rong did not fear death or perilous situations. What he feared most was being exploited by either Cao Cao or Yuan Shao.

If these factions were bold enough to falsely proclaim an Emperor, what else would they hesitate to do? This concern held him back from promptly receiving the envoys.

“Prime Minister, I am willing to escort you and ensure your safe audience with His Majesty,” Tai Shici said solemnly. “If treacherous forces detain you, even if I cannot guarantee your safety, I will fight my way out at any cost to deliver word on behalf of the Prime Minister. The world must know their true nature.”

“Ziyi…” Kong Rong was visibly moved, “This matter concerns me alone; there’s no need for you to risk your life.”

The journey ahead promised dangers akin to venturing into a den of tigers or dragons.

Even bringing thousands of troops, not just Tai Shici alone, would hardly make a difference. Once entering Xu County or Yecheng, escaping again would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

These were the strongholds of Cao Cao and Yuan Shao, after all!

Remaining outside the cities wouldn’t eliminate the risk either, as they faced potential ambushes from both factions. Neither Cao Cao nor Yuan Shao could be taken lightly.

“The Prime Minister has shown great kindness to me, and my mother insists this debt must be repaid,” Tai Shici expressed earnestly, his gaze unwavering. “Moreover, as we prepare to leave North Sea Commandery with my mother, allow me one final service before our departure.”

Kong Rong was deeply touched by these words. He understood it was merely Tai Shici’s polite excuse. Years ago, when he was besieged by yellow turban rebels, Tai Shici had already repaid him for caring for his mother by risking his life to secure reinforcements.

“Since Ziyi is willing to risk his life alongside me, I cannot refuse.” Kong Rong stood up, having made his decision. “The Kong family has received countless favors from our nation. With the Emperor in peril, we must strive to alleviate His Majesty’s burdens.”

“Ziyi, where do you think I should go first?”

To ensure prudence, he would visit both Xu County and Yecheng, meeting each claimant to determine who was genuine.

Now, the question was which Emperor to see first.

Tai Shici pondered briefly before suggesting, “Let’s start with Xu County. It’s closer, and after that, we can head straight to Jizhou.”

“Wise choice,” Kong Rong nodded in agreement. He then exited the study, leading Tai Shici towards the entrance of the Prime Minister’s estate.

As soon as people outside saw Kong Rong emerge, excitement surged among them.

“The Prime Minister! It’s the Prime Minister!”

“He’s come out!”

“Weren’t they saying the Prime Minister is recuperating from illness? Why has he appeared now?”

“He must have braved his sickness just to meet us.”

“Could it be that he’s ready to respond to the envoys’ requests?”

“I wonder which Emperor’s decree the Prime Minister will accept?”

All eyes turned to Kong Rong, eagerly awaiting his decision.

The envoys from Xu County and Yecheng promptly approached him, speaking simultaneously, “By decree of His Majesty, we request the Prime Minister to visit Xu County (Yecheng) for an audience!”

As they spoke, both presented the Emperor’s decrees with both hands.

Kong Rong accepted both scrolls without hesitation, holding one in each hand.

The envoys were taken aback.

The Xu County envoy couldn’t help but ask, “Prime Minister, what is your intention? Why accept the false emperor’s decree?”

Hardly had he finished when the Yecheng envoy angrily rebuked him, “Watch your words before the Prime Minister! My decree bears the imprint of the jade seal of the realm. Does yours have it as well?”

Once again, the mention of the jade seal rankled the Xu County envoy deeply. Despite having the genuine Emperor on their side, they lacked possession of the imperial jade seal. This stark contrast immediately undermined the legitimacy of their own decree.

Just as the two were about to erupt into argument, Kong Rong intervened.

“Please refrain from quarreling,” Kong Rong said calmly, still holding both decrees. “I myself do not know which Emperor is true and which is false. Therefore, I shall visit both Xu County and Yecheng.”

“After meeting both Emperors, I will make my own judgment on who is genuine.”

“I will depart for Xu County early tomorrow morning, followed by a visit to Yecheng.”

With that, Kong Rong turned and returned to his residence without further ado, leaving behind the bewildered envoys and astonished crowd.

Early the next morning, Kong Rong set off from North Sea Commandery under Tai Shici’s protection, accompanying the Xu County envoy’s convoy on their journey to Yingchuan.

The news swiftly spread far and wide.

In Yecheng, at Yuan Shao’s residence:

“That old fool Kong Rong still chose Xu County,” Yuan Shao muttered grimly as he tore to shreds the urgent report delivered by horseback messenger.

Before his advisors, he feigned anger, but inwardly, he was immensely pleased.

After all, the Emperor in Xu County was genuine. Unless Kong Rong had truly lost his wits, he would recognize the true ruler. Once he reached Xu County, upon identifying the rightful Emperor, Kong Rong would undoubtedly declare to the world that the Emperor in Xu County is authentic while the one in Yecheng is false. This revelation would provide Yuan Shao with ample justification for action.

However, if Kong Rong came to Yecheng first and exposed the impostor’s identity, Yuan Shao would be left utterly defenseless. His reputation would plummet, inviting widespread condemnation and scorn from across the land.

Yuan Shao turned to Ju Shou beside him and asked, “How are preparations for executing Yuan Shu progressing?”

It had been some time since Yuan Shu’s imprisonment.

Yuan Shao refrained from executing him immediately, waiting for the opportune moment to gain further prestige through his actions.

With news spreading about Kong Rong’s impending visit to both Emperors, that chance had arrived.

By sentencing Yuan Shu, Yuan Shao could amplify his reputation as a loyal subject who upholds justice above family ties. This aura of loyalty would bolster his standing and resolve when confronting Kong Rong, even if their deception regarding Yecheng’s Emperor were exposed.

Ju Shou responded, “Everything is prepared, my lord. Several days ago, I ordered the announcement of Yuan Shu’s execution today at the northern outskirts. Already, many citizens have gathered around the execution site, awaiting your arrival to carry out the sentence.”

As a loyal subject willing to forsake kin for righteousness, Yuan Shao must personally appear before the people and oversee the execution. This would maximize the spread of his virtuous reputation.

“Indeed, let us proceed,” Yuan Shao rose, hands clasped behind his back, and walked towards the exit. “I shall accompany him on his final journey, allowing him to contribute to my renown.”

At the execution ground just north of Yecheng, a vast crowd had gathered around.

Densely packed, it numbered well over ten thousand people.

“How many have come…?” Liu Xie felt a slight thrill as he sensed the fervent gazes from the surrounding populace. This was his first appearance before such a large audience.

Although previous ceremonial events drew sizable crowds, none compared to today’s turnout; it seemed like every citizen in the city had arrived.

Before this incident, Yuan Shao would never allow Liu Xie to leave the palace unless absolutely necessary. However, following Kong Rong’s attempt to authenticate the Emperor’s identity, Yuan Shao deemed it crucial to present Liu Xie publicly for all to see.

Look at this facade, this delicate skin, and these features—just who else could it be if not the Emperor?

By executing Yuan Shu, Yuan Shao also aimed to demonstrate his loyalty to the Emperor, hoping to quell external criticism about holding the Emperor hostage. It was indeed a strategic move with dual benefits.

“Yuan Shao truly excels at staging spectacles,” Liu Xie mused internally. “After today, everyone will know how Yuan Benchu upholds justice by eliminating kin, portraying himself as an immensely loyal subject.” Scanning the crowd, he recognized numerous familiar faces among them.

Among them were Shen Pei, Tian Feng, Xu You, Guo Tu, and the resentful brothers Yuan Xi and Yuan Shang.

Guo Jia stood behind Yuan Shang, barely noticeable amidst the crowd.

Jia Xu engaged Yuan Xi in conversation, appearing quite familiar with him.

Observing discreetly, Liu Xie noticed that despite standing close together for hours, Yuan Xi and Yuan Shang hadn’t exchanged a single word.

This was undoubtedly due to Guo Jia’s influence.

With Jia Xu now involved, the rift between the two brothers would likely deepen further, eventually leading to an explosive confrontation.

“I wonder how Jia Xu plans to incite Yuan Xi to kill his own father?” Liu Xie mused, observing Jia Xu jovially conversing with Yuan Xi. He couldn’t help but admire the man’s exceptional acting skills.

Soon, a commotion arose as a group of soldiers parted the crowd, making way for Yuan Shao on his tall warhorse.

Behind him followed a prison cart carrying Yuan Shu.

The sight instantly stirred the people into a frenzy.

“Yuan Shu! That’s the usurper who dared to proclaim himself Emperor!”

“So this is Yuan Shu? With such a weaselly appearance, where’s the regal bearing expected of an Emperor?”

“The traitor Yuan Shu pales in comparison before His Majesty.”

“The Great General personally oversees the execution of his own brother—a remarkable display of righteousness above kinship!”

“Having vanquished Dong Zhuo and restored our beleaguered Emperor, now executing his own kin for justice—truly, he is a loyal servant of the Han Dynasty and a model for all under heaven!”

Under the subtle influence of certain individuals, the crowd began to buzz with discussion. Some cursed and mocked Yuan Shu, others highlighted how inferior he was compared to the Emperor, but most praised Yuan Shao.

After escorting the prisoner’s cart onto the grounds, Yuan Shao promptly approached Liu Xie, respectfully bowing before declaring loudly, “Your Majesty, the traitor Yuan Shu has been brought to the execution site!”

Liu Xie understood that Yuan Shao’s spectacle had commenced, requiring him to play along convincingly. With a smile, he recited the prearranged lines, “Great General, you have labored diligently. Please take a seat beside us to witness the execution.”

Yuan Shao shook his head and deliberately raised his voice, “Your Majesty, I have an audacious request. May I humbly ask to preside over this execution myself?”

Feigning surprise, Liu Xie responded, “The Great General as the executioner? Is it not inappropriate? He is, after all, your blood brother. In Our opinion, someone else should oversee it.”

Yuan Shao sighed deeply, his voice filled with immense sorrow. “Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty. Although this traitor is my brother, and we have always shared a harmonious relationship,

his act of usurping power and proclaiming himself Emperor goes against all principles - it’s an unforgivable sin! How could I tolerate such treachery due to familial bonds? Please grant me permission to oversee this execution; let the blood of this traitor cleanse the shame brought upon the Yuan clan!”

With these words, Yuan Shao unexpectedly dropped straight down onto his knees.

Liu Xie was startled. Why aren’t you sticking to the script?!

There was no scene written for you to kneel.

Damn, what a convincing actor.

Even Liu Xie couldn’t help but admire Yuan Shao’s commitment. Despite his proud nature, he willingly knelt before the Emperor to convincingly play out this dramatic moment.

The spectators below, hearing Yuan Shao’s heartfelt and loyal words, and witnessing him kneeling to demand Yuan Shu’s execution, were visibly moved.

“The Great General truly is a devoted servant of the Great Han!”

“Though brothers, one is a rebellious traitor, while the other remains unwaveringly loyal - what a stark contrast.”

“This traitor tarnishes the Great General’s reputation indeed.”

“What misfortune for the House of Yuan to produce such a disgrace.”

“Thankfully, we still have such a loyal servant like the Great General. Otherwise, the esteemed century-long reputation of the House of Yuan, with its three generations serving as high officials, would indeed be ruined by this traitor.”

Hearing these impassioned remarks from the crowd, Liu Xie sensed it was time to act. Feigning deep emotion, he declared, “The Great General’s loyalty shines brighter than the sun and moon. Let the Great General oversee the execution, cleansing the disgrace brought upon the Yuan clan.”

“Thank you for Your Majesty’s grace!” After expressing his gratitude, Yuan Shao turned towards the assembled populace and, with a sweeping motion of his sleeve, commanded, “Bring forth the traitor Yuan Shu!”

In response, Yuan Shu was swiftly escorted onto the execution platform.

Yuan Shao glared coldly at Yuan Shu. “Yuan Shu! By usurping the throne and defying all righteousness, your crimes are unforgivable! Have you found remorse yet?”

Yuan Shu knelt expressionlessly on the ground. Although he hadn’t suffered abuse in prison, the harsh conditions were sheer torment for someone accustomed to luxury since childhood. He appeared severely emaciated, with disheveled hair and filthy attire, barely recognizable from before.

Facing Yuan Shao’s interrogation, Yuan Shu sneered contemptuously, “We are the Emperor!”

“Even if I perish today, I shall die as the Emperor of a fallen kingdom!” Yuan Shu declared defiantly. “Not the traitor you, that bastard Yuan Benchu, claim me to be!”

Facing his imminent death, Yuan Shu showed no fear. In front of Yuan Shao, his words still brimmed with pride and arrogance.

“Insolence!” Yuan Shao erupted in fury, shouting, “Our House of Yuan has served three generations as high officials, benefiting greatly from the grace of the Great Han Empire. How could such a treacherous villain like you arise among us?! After your death, how dare you face the ancestral emperors of the Great Han and our own Yuan ancestors!”

“Guards, carry out the execution!”

Following this dramatic display, a red-robed executioner carrying a large, demonic-looking blade stepped forward.

Realizing his end was near, Yuan Shu mustered all his strength and cried out, “Wait! We have one last request!”

Yuan Shao responded coldly, “What request?”

Yuan Shu licked his parched, cracked lips and swallowed hard. “We… wish to drink a bowl of honey water.”

Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback.

Liu Xie’s wildly grinning mouth struggled to contain itself more than an AK-47 trying to suppress its recoil.

True to form, the Honey Water Emperor insisted on having a bowl of honey water even at the brink of death.

Yuan Shao hadn’t anticipated such an absurd request from his brother. Initially inclined to refuse outright, he found himself momentarily swayed by pity upon witnessing Yuan Shu’s pitiful state.

After all, it was just a bowl of honey water.

Liu Xie, adept at reading people’s expressions, promptly suggested, “Great General, as this man faces death, let us grant him this final wish.”

“Your Majesty is merciful,” Yuan Shao acknowledged with a wave, ordering someone to fetch honey water.

Shortly thereafter, a soldier brought forth a bowl filled with sweet nectar.

Yuan Shu savored every sip, licking his lips greedily and reluctantly before exhaling deeply, showing no further attachment.

“Do it now!”

The executioner raised his large blade high.

Yuan Shu lifted his head, gaze sweeping over the sea of heads below the platform, past the distant verdant mountains, until it rested on the far horizon.

The sky was clear, without a single cloud in sight—a perfect day for dying.

With a swift motion—

Swish!

The blade descended,

blood gushed forth.

Yuan Shu’s decapitated body crumpled to the ground, his severed head rolling amidst the dust, eyes already devoid of life.

As Yuan Shu’s head hit the ground, the crowd below erupted into jubilant cheers and applause.

“Bravo, well executed!”

“Our hearts ache for the Great General, forced to uphold loyalty by eliminating his own kin.”

“The Great General truly is a pillar of the Great Han Empire.”

Praise and acclamation surged towards Yuan Shao like waves, making him the center of all attention.

He stood as a devoted servant, justly executing traitorous family members—a title rightfully earned!

Liu Xie quietly observed Yuan Shao basking in the adoration and applause, then glanced at the dusty, neglected head lying on the ground, slightly lowering his gaze.

“This is the fate of a loser,” he murmured.

The victors enjoy everything, while the defeated crumble into obscurity.

It was both cruel and brutally realistic.

He did not wish to be such a loser.

Once the uproar subsided somewhat, Yuan Shao approached Liu Xie and declared, “Your Majesty, the traitor Yuan Shu has met his execution!”

Quickly responding, Liu Xie said, “Excellent, excellent! The disposal of the body shall be left to the Great General. We will now return to the palace.”

With those final words, Liu Xie ascended into his imperial carriage. Under the escort of Zhang He, Gao Luan, and numerous imperial guards, he departed from the execution grounds.

“Great General, what should be done with Yuan Shu’s body?” Shen Pei asked.

Yuan Shao glanced at Yuan Shu’s corpse and head before casually responding, “Find a spot outside the city for burial; no need to inter him in the Yuan ancestral tomb.”

Shen Pei nodded in agreement.

As Yuan Shao waved jovially towards the crowd, his thoughts were elsewhere.

“I’ve executed Yuan Shu, demonstrating righteousness above kinship akin to Kong Rong’s sacrifice for his brother and mother years ago. With this reputation boost, why should I fear anyone?”

Yuan Shao felt elated. Kong Rong was renowned and respected, but now so was he.

Even if Kong Rong eventually uncovered the truth about the puppet Emperor, who would believe him based solely on his word? Yuan Shao doubted that a single statement from Kong Rong could shatter the hard-earned prestige he had accumulated!

Meanwhile, far away in Yingchuan, Kong Rong’s carriage slowly entered Xu County.