But the title of "Han" still compelled him to stand up.
Looking at everyone present, he wanted to say something.
But the ministers didn't give him any chance to speak.
"Ever since the Emperor Li refused the Gu Clan, chaos has reigned in the realm. Could it be that Your Majesty wishes for this to continue?"
This question silenced the words that were at Liu Rui's lips.
——The Emperor Li rejected the Gu Clan!
Betraying the oath of the Middle Ancestor, he met his current fate.
He had heard this countless times over the years.
In truth, Liu Rui harbored resentment in his heart.
Resentment towards Emperor Li.
But now, what more could he say?
The Great Han was on the verge of falling, and it was happening at his hands.
The Northern Dynasties were like this....
How much longer could the Southern Dynasty hold on?
Unlike the original history, the prolonged existence of the Great Han was a greater burden for them.
He felt as if all his strength had been drained.
