The Korean noble still didn't know what was going to happen.
They continued to clamor.
"This is the Han King's Great Hall, quickly retreat! I can spare you…"
Before he could finish, Qin Zu, who had walked in front of him, drew out the long sword at his waist.
"Swoosh ~"
The head rolled off.
An indescribable fishy smell spread throughout the hall.
The Korean ministers had never seen such a scene before!
All of them were as silent as cicadas in winter and did not dare to speak.
The two ministers who were eager to try also shut their mouths obediently.
"Please take a good look at the current situation."
"You guys!"
"He's already my young master's captive!”
Then, he said,
Li Xin looked around,
Seeing that everyone was behaving obediently,
Just as he stepped into the hall,
Then he turned and bowed.
It was as if he was respectfully inviting someone.
At this time, the ministers of Korea saw the people behind Li Xin.
The first person to walk in was Ying Ziqing, who was wearing a black Confucian robe.
Ying Ziqing's temperament was elegant, like a banished immortal.
He didn't look like someone who had just led his troops to take down the capital of Korea.
Behind him were Han Xin and Han Teng.
Seeing Han Teng,
The Korean ministers who had just calmed down exploded again!
"Han Teng! It really is you!"
"Traitor!"
"Why? Young Master!"
Curses and curses kept ringing in his ears,
"Unfilial son!"
The most excited was still Han Wangan.
He picked up the bronze lamp that he had just knocked down and threw it at Han Teng!
At this moment, Ying Ziqing snorted coldly.
A wave of air spread out from Ying Ziqing's mouth and nose.
He blocked the lamp that was flying towards him,
The lamp fell to the ground.
It shocked everyone again.
The South Korean minister explained in bewilderment,
What kind of method was this?
With a cold snort, he could block the flying object!
However, there was no time for them to think too much.
The surrounding Qin soldiers heard Ying Ziqing's cold snort.
"Whoosh-"
They all drew their swords!
In an instant,
Han Wangan also calmed down.
The Korean ministers also recalled their identities.
Captives!
A prisoner of war whose life and death were in the hands of others!
Thinking of this,
The Korean ministers fell silent again.
Ying Ziqing tilted his head and glanced at Han Teng.
Han Teng saw Ying Ziqing looking at him.
He could only shrug and smile awkwardly.
It was no wonder that Han Wangan was so excited.
Han Teng was the Eleventh Young Master of Korea, but because his ninth brother Han Fei was too outstanding, he said,
As a result, Han Wangan had looked down on him since he was young and had not paid much attention to him.
"Look at your Ninth Brother."
"Why don't you learn from Gongzi Fei?”
Such words often echoed in his ears.
His Ninth Brother,
Han Fei said,
It was as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his heart.
Han Teng was also despised in the palace since he was young.
Even the servants and eunuchs in the palace looked down on him.
He often came to beat and scold Han Teng to vent his anger when he was wronged by Han Wangan.
However, when Han Teng went to complain to Han Wangan, Han Wangan ignored him and said,
"Why don't those slaves dare to bully Fei 'er? You should reflect on yourself!”
Because of Han Wangan's indulgence, the servants in the palace began to humiliate him even more excessively!
This made Han Teng even less self-aware of himself as a "Young Master of Korea".
Because of this, King Han looked down on him even more.
Everything fell into an unsolvable cycle…
It made him want to escape.
He had lost his identity as the Eleventh Young Master Han.
Far away from the unreachable brother!
Escape from this palace where anyone could step on him!
Therefore, when Han Teng grew up, he chose to leave Zheng City secretly.
He hid his identity and joined the army in Luyang.
Han Wangan thought that this was a family scandal, so he never looked for him and pretended that he did not have a son.
As time passed, other than Han Wangan himself and a few old ministers, many people did not know that Han Wangan had such a son.
Therefore, Han Teng's rebellion was unacceptable to everyone in the Han King's Palace.
But to Han Teng,
He had no sense of belonging in the place where he had been looked down upon.
On the contrary, to him,
Living freely was more important than anything else.
And now…
Ying Ziqing was an expert.
An expert worth relying on.
He submitted to him.
Han Teng didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
At this moment,
Ying Ziqing said,
"Listen up, everyone,"
"I don't have much time to waste on you,"
"So next,"
"What did I say?"
"What are you guys doing?"
After saying that, Ying Ziqing turned his gaze to Han Wangan, who was sitting on the throne.
"You too."
Han Wangan could no longer sit still.
He got up in anger,
"Brat, even if your father comes,"
"You should also treat this king with courtesy!"
"Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to this king like this?"
The Korean ministers were shocked.
He secretly raised his head and looked at the Qin soldiers around him.
He didn't even retract his sword.
Could it be that the king was so angry that he lost his mind?
Ying Ziqing didn't comment on this.
He just said to Li Xin,
"Where should I sit?"
Li Xin understood,
He strode to the throne.
He pretended to be polite and smiled at Han Wangan.
"Please make way for my young master."
"As a prisoner, you should get lost.”
When Han Wangan heard this, his blood instantly surged.
The veins on his forehead bulged.
"Who do you think you are?"
"Are you even worthy of talking directly to this king?"
"I am the ruler of Korea!”
"If you have anything to say, let Ying Zheng come over and talk to me!”
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