At the moment when the agave pierced his throat, Dong Zhuo widened his eyes.

He was extremely shocked and wanted to say something, but Li Su swiftly beheaded him.

I rescued Diao Chan from the bloody mansion, and she was the only person who came out alive from the mansion.

I held the still frightened Diao Chan and placed her on the Red Hare horse. With my head bowed, I walked back to the Wenhou Mansion.

I walked slowly, and the Wangyang Street was crowded with jubilant people.

Looking at their ecstatic joy, I felt a bit dizzy.

A few days ago, the high-ranking officials and nobles in Chang'an City were still imitating the mansion's style, even the Prime Minister's way of walking and the Prime Minister's gesture of snapping his fingers. But in the blink of an eye, they started waving colorful flags and rushed to the streets, celebrating the Prime Minister's death with joy.

The excited crowd wanted to touch me, embrace me, praise me...

I killed those who I wanted to kill but didn't dare to.

It's so ridiculous—I killed my adoptive father just because of this woman on the horse's back, and I forgot my principles for the sake of beauty. And my adoptive father was a licentious and cruel person, and I became a hero.

The people's joy is so sincere that I feel the whole world is no longer sincere.

After settling Diao Chan, I want to go and see the streets.

I remember Wang Yun said that Dong Zhuo's corpse should be displayed publicly.

Diao Chan asked, "General, do you want to whip the old thief's corpse?"

I answered evasively, "For you, I personally killed my adoptive father."

Diao Chan shuddered and said, "But your adoptive father was a traitor."

I sighed, "He was a traitor, but he was also my adoptive father. I want to pay my respects to him."

Diao Chan looked at me in astonishment, her trembling getting worse.

I thought I was the only one in Chang'an City who still wanted to mourn Dong Zhuo—the former leader of the officials, the former Prime Minister of the people, and the former father of the Emperor...

Unexpectedly, when I found Dong Zhuo's body, it had been desecrated by the people, torn apart.

But there was an elderly man with white hair, prostrating and crying over the corpse.

This person was Cai Yong.

I approached him, wanting to comfort the old scholar, but suddenly several warriors sprang out of the darkness and forcefully took Cai Yong away, binding his hands.

I recognized these warriors; they were the Hu Benwei Guards organized by Minister Wang Yun.

I evaded them.

Things had come to this point, and I couldn't follow in the footsteps of the old scholar.

Besides, although I felt sorrowful, I had no tears.

In the court, Cai Yong said that he knew Dong Zhuo was a traitor and shouldn't have gone to mourn him. But Dong Zhuo had treated him well, so he insisted on shedding a tear for him.

Wang Yun ordered Cai Yong to be beheaded in public.

A group of scholars knelt down, pleading for mercy for the old scholar who was still writing the history of the Han Dynasty. Wang Yun remained unmoved, changing the beheading to death by hanging in prison, leaving Cai Yong's body intact.

I realized that whether it's a Minister or a Prime Minister, once they gain power, there is not much difference.

Wang Yun is the next Dong Zhuo.

The difference between Wang Yun and Dong Zhuo is that Wang Yun has clean hands, while Dong Zhuo had a big head.

Suddenly, I remembered Guan Lu's words—"You will die by a pair of delicate and fair hands."

Unconsciously, I shivered violently.