Xianyang Palace, morning court.
Ying Zheng and the officials had been waiting in the hall for a long time.
War God Wang Jian originally did not need to go to court, but today was a special case.
Not long after, a figure slowly walked in from outside the palace gate.
Ying Wushuang was dressed in a black robe. He had a slender figure and a cold face. He looked at the civil and military officials in the hall and walked calmly.
A sword hung at his waist. It was the Abyss Rainbow Sword, ranked second in the Armament List.
Walking to the center of Xianyang Palace, he said calmly,"
"Your son greets Imperial Father!"
Ying Zheng's eyes were fixed on Ying Wushuang. He naturally noticed the deep rainbow on Ying Wushuang's body, which was Ge Nia's sword.
Actually, when Zhang Han returned to the palace, he had already told him what had happened.
When he found out that Ying Wushuang had personally defeated Ge Nia, he was indeed surprised.
He had known Ge Nia for many years and knew each other very well. No one knew Ge Nia's martial arts better than him.
"Wushuang, I asked you to capture the traitor Ge Nia, why don't you see him?”Ying Zheng asked deliberately.
"Reporting to Imperial Father, your son will be released. Only remove his sword!" Ying Wushuang said frankly.
As soon as these words were spoken, the civil and military officials in the court discussed animatedly, lowering their heads and whispering.
For most people, it was better for a super expert like Ge Nia to die.
"Release? Do you know that Ge Nia had heavily injured many of Great Qin's soldiers?”
Ying Zheng said. His expression darkened, and no one could tell whether he was happy or angry. Moreover, a domineering aura swept across the entire hall, and no one dared to look directly at him.
"That's why your son heavily injured Ge Nia and retrieved Yuan Hong.”Ying Wushuang said.
"Aren't you afraid that Ge Nia will make a comeback and become your most terrifying opponent?”Ying Zheng questioned.
"Imperial Father, I have never regarded an enemy who has been defeated by me as an opponent. Give him time to catch up until he was out of reach.”Ying Wushuang said confidently.
Li Si, Zhao Gao, Fu Su, Wang Jian, Zhang Han, and many other officials paled.
Zhang Han was better off, after all, he had just experienced Young Master's domineering aura.
"Hahaha, as expected of my son!”
Ying Zheng's face was filled with joy.
This was a test, and Ge Nia's life and death were not important. What was important was how Ying Wushuang performed.
Obviously, Ying Zheng was very satisfied with Ying Wushuang's performance.
Would Great Qin be swayed by a Sword Saint and a warrior?
"Wushuang, although you have made great contributions this time and defended Great Qin's reputation, you have done a lot of things. However, since you have already become the ruler of the country, I will not confer you a title of nobility. I will give you Ge Nia's sword, Yuan Hong.”Ying Zheng said.
The country overseer was already below one person and above tens of thousands of people.
Ying Zheng did not bestow any more titles due to various considerations.
This was because obtaining a title required military merits, and military merits could only be obtained at the border.
"Thank you, Imperial Father!" Ying Wushuang said.
After the court retreated, the officials slowly walked down the steps outside the palace, but they still unconsciously approached Ying Wushuang.
One by one, they congratulated and praised Ying Wushuang.
Anyone with discerning eyes could see that Ying Wushuang was deeply loved by the First Emperor. Coupled with the position of Country Supervisor, the chances of him inheriting the throne in the future were very high.
"Young Master Wushuang, congratulations on defeating Sword Saint Ge Nia. After this battle, your reputation will spread throughout the world.”
Prime Minister Li Si walked over to congratulate him. He looked very happy.
He didn't know why, but he felt that Ying Wushuang was more and more pleasing to the eye recently. He felt refreshed.
"Thank you for your kind words, Prime Minister." Ying Wushuang replied.
In stark contrast, Zhao Gao stood in the corner and watched coldly, like a poisonous snake.
Fu Su maintained a friendly smile from afar, but he still sighed in his heart and felt a little lonely.
Compared to Wu Shuang, he was much weaker and he was not as confident as before.
After the officials left, Fu Su came over to congratulate them.
Fu Su was a gentleman. He would not act one way on the surface and act another behind his back.
That was why Ying Wushuang was willing to associate with such a person. Moreover, they were brothers and were connected by blood.
"Eighth brother, you've made such a contribution just now. I'm really happy for you.”said Fu Su.
"Big brother, you flatter me. Everything is for Great Qin.”Ying Wushuang said.
"After defeating Ge Nia, you still let him go and didn't kill him. It seems like my eighth brother is a benevolent person like me.
In the future, if his eighth brother could inherit his father's position, it would be a blessing to the world.”Fu Su didn't hide his words.
The current situation was very clear. There were only three people who could inherit the throne: him, Wushuang, and Huhai.
According to his eighth brother's current momentum, his chances of inheriting the throne were even higher than his.
Hearing this, Ying Wushuang nodded.
Not only did he not kill Ge Nia to take care of Ying Zheng's emotions, he also needed Ge Nia to help him break through the first level of Golden Bell Shield.
Using the Phantom Valley Sword Technique to scrape the skin was indeed a good choice.
"Eighth brother, if you have free time, you can come to my residence for a chat.”Fu Su invited.
"Definitely, definitely." Ying Wushuang agreed.
……
After returning to the mansion, Ying Wushuang found that the atmosphere in the house was not right.
A little beggar in tattered clothes was tied up in the courtyard. Although he was a beggar, he smelled good, especially his lively eyes.
"What's going on?" Ying Wushuang still didn't know what had happened.
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