He no longer had any retreat.
Only by clinging tightly to Lü Meng's influence and surrendering to Eastern Wu could he continue enjoying the leisurely days of a wealthy man in the latter half of his life.
He no longer pondered about matters of power.
Lü Meng smiled and said: "Zi Fang, you are the top contributor to our capture of Jiangling City. My health isn't good, so I can't drink alcohol. Let me toast you with water instead."
He raised the water-filled cup and toasted Mi Fang.
Even if he internally despised such a traitor.
But he wanted to demonstrate to others that he was willing to respect even someone like this who betrayed their master.
The aristocratic descendants were certainly no exception.
Mi Fang blushed and said: "I also wish the Great Governor success in swiftly defeating Guan Yu and capturing Jingzhou."
"Haha."
Lü Meng smiled.
He would usually say something modest, but not now.
