New Three Kingdoms Tales: Starting as the expressionless Liu Bei

(When reading this chapter, it is recommended to adopt the perspective of Dong Zhuo in NTR, and it is best not to adopt the perspective of the victim Lu Bu and Diao Chan.)

Before they knew it, it was time for Diao Chan's wedding.

The city of Chang'an was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums, firecrackers that scattered red debris everywhere, red flags waving, and a sea of ​​people. The entire street was packed with onlookers.

As a melodious song of Guan Yu began to play, Lü Bu hurriedly arrived on his Red Hare.

He reined in his horse and saw the carriage surrounded by an honor guard in the distance.

Diao Chan sat in the carriage and vaguely recognized that familiar figure through the gap in the curtains.

She quietly lifted the corner of the curtain and met Lu Bu's anxious yet helpless eyes.

The two of them stared at each other from a distance across the crowd, neither of them able to utter a single word.

Perhaps it was fate interfering, or perhaps it was Lu Bu's inherent indecisiveness and cowardice that were at play.

This man, whose martial prowess was unparalleled, could only watch helplessly as his beloved woman was carried away, without even the courage to step forward.

He gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning white, but his legs remained motionless as if filled with lead.

Red Hare seemed to sense its master's hesitation, snorted uneasily, and paced back and forth a couple of steps. Lü Bu watched the carriage gradually disappear into the distance until it vanished at the end of the long street.

The honor guard circled the Palace of Joy for an entire day. From the first light of dawn until the sun began to set, the grand procession finally came to a stop in front of the palace gates.

But after nightfall, they carried Diao Chan out in a grand manner, in a small sedan chair, and quietly sent her into Dong Zhuo's Meiwu.

Lu Bu was unaware of this news. He was sitting in a tavern with several empty wine jars in front of him.

He picked up the bowl, tilted his head back, and took another big gulp. The wine dripped down his chin, soaking his shirt.

In his life, there were two things he couldn't bear to part with. The first was Diao Chan, and the second was wine.

Now that his first item has been taken away, he can only use the second item to get himself drunk.

He drank until he was completely drunk before staggering as he mounted Red Hare and, in a drunken stupor, rode to the gate of Wanle Palace, where he collapsed onto the steps.

The night wind made his robes flutter, and he stared blankly at the tightly closed palace gate, his mind filled with the image of Diao Chan.

On the other side, after the honor guard escorted Diao Chan into Dong Zhuo's bedroom, they all tactfully withdrew, leaving the two of them alone.

Dong Zhuo chuckled and eagerly lifted Diao Chan's red veil.

Although Diao Chan was mentally prepared, seeing Dong Zhuo's fat face covered with fleshy lumps up close still made her stomach churn.

Dong Zhuo was completely oblivious to the undisguised disgust on her face; he just chuckled foolishly, rubbing his fat hands together excitedly.

"My darling! We've missed you so much!"

He grabbed Diao Chan's hand; his palm was so rough it felt like sandpaper, making Diao Chan shudder.

She instinctively pulled away slightly and whispered, "Don't touch me."

Dong Zhuo's face suddenly darkened. His eyes, which had been full of smiles, instantly turned sinister as he stared at her and asked, "What? You don't like me?"

Diao Chan was startled, realizing that she had blurted out her true feelings.

She quickly suppressed her disgust, lowered her head, and changed her words, "Didn't the Prime Minister promise my daughter that he would make me a Noble Consort? Why... why are you bringing my daughter here?"

Dong Zhuo was taken aback at first, then a dismissive smile spread across his fat face. He leaned closer and whispered:

"My darling, this Mei Wu is far superior to that dilapidated imperial palace! Look at this place, so magnificent and resplendent! What do you call this? This is heaven on earth!"

Diao Chan kept her head down, her voice timid yet concealing a hint of resentment: "Mei Wu is indeed desirable, but the Prime Minister is not the Emperor. You have already promised me, so you shouldn't have gone back on your word."

Dong Zhuo snorted coldly, waved his hand in the air, and said nonchalantly:

"My dear, let me tell you the truth. What is the emperor? He's just a pig, dog, chicken, or duck we keep, a plaything in our hands! He has only an empty title!"

"Whenever we want to remove him from power, we can remove him. We can be emperors ourselves!"

He chuckled and brought his fat face closer to Diao Chan's eyes, lowering his voice as if sharing a huge secret.

"But our family is merciful and won't pull him down. Why? Because our family is the Grand Master! What is the Grand Master? The Grand Master is the Emperor's master, the Emperor's father!"

"My dear, instead of serving that insignificant, immature child, you should serve the Emperor's father properly! Don't you think that makes sense?"

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Diao Chan's slender waist with his thick arm and pulled her into his arms.

Diao Chan was startled by his sudden action and couldn't help but complain in a soft voice, "Prime Minister, you're hurting me."

Dong Zhuo looked down and saw that her brows were slightly furrowed. He immediately took her delicate white hand in his arms with tenderness, gently stroking it while chuckling wickedly.

"Oh, oh, darling, it's all my fault, I've hurt you! I'll apologize to you right away, I apologize, hahaha!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed Diao Chan's hand hard.

Diao Chan felt as if the skin where she had been kissed had been branded with a hot iron; her stomach churned, and she almost vomited on the spot.

Dong Zhuo felt Diao Chan in his arms stiffen, but instead of caring, he threw his head back and burst into laughter, his face filled with an almost perverse sense of satisfaction.

"Yes, yes, that's the expression! That's the expression! What we love most is seeing you hate us, but you have no choice but to obediently depend on us!"

"Just like those high-ranking officials, they hate us to the core, but which one of them dares not to submit to us? Hahahaha!"

Diao Chan looked at the old man in front of her, whose fleshy body trembled with laughter, and felt as if she could hardly breathe. All she wanted was to escape these rough, demonic clutches as soon as possible.

Dong Zhuo seemed completely oblivious to her resistance. He pointed to the bedside and continued with great interest:

"My darling, from now on you can live here peacefully and not go anywhere else. Our family will let you enjoy the most luxurious happiness in the world, and we will gather all the rarest treasures in the world and give them all to you!"

"When you're free, sing or dance for us. Those are our two greatest loves in this life!"

Diao Chan immediately broke free from his embrace, took a step back, lowered her head, and said softly, "Then this humble girl will go change her clothes and perform a dance and song for the Prime Minister."

Upon hearing this, Dong Zhuo was overjoyed, his face lighting up with excitement. He grinned and slapped his thigh, exclaiming, "You're changing clothes? Changing clothes is great! Changing clothes is great!"

He whirled around and yelled at the door, "Someone! Hurry up and help the young lady change her clothes!"