“What is the meaning of this？” said Dong Zhuo.
“He is a madman,” said Li Su, and he told the guards to drive the fellow away.
Dong Zhuo went in and found all the officials in court dress lining the road. Li Su walked beside his carriage, a sword in his hand. When Li Su reached the north gate of the Forbidden City, he found the soldiers of Dong Zhuo drawn up outside and only the pushers of the Palace carriage, a twenty or so, were allowed to proceed further.
When Dong Zhuo arrived near the Reception Hall, he saw that Wang Yun and all the other officials standing at the door were armed.
“Why are they all armed？” said Dong Zhuo to Li Su.
Li Su was silent as he helped push the carriage forward swiftly to the entrance.
Suddenly Wang Yun shouted, “the rebel is here！ Where are the executioners？”
At this call sprang from both sides soldiers armed with halberds and spears who attacked Dong Zhuo. He had not put on the breastplate he usually wore, and a spear pierced his breast.
He sank down in the carriage calling loudly for his son, “Where is Lu Bu？”
“Here, and with a decree to deal with a rebel！” said Lu Bu, as he appeared in front of his “father.”
thereupon he thrust his trident halberd through the victim’s throat. Then Li Su hacked off the head and held it up.
Lu Bu, his left hand holding his halberd,
thrust his right hand into his bosom whence he drew the decree,
crying, “The decree was to slay the rebel Dong Zhuo——no other！”
the whole assembly shouted,
“Wan shui！ Live forever！ O Emperor！”
A sympathetic poet has written a few lines in pity：
[hip, hip, hip] Await the time, O noble, and be king, Or failing, reap the solace riches bring；