The princes and ministers in the hall also let out a collective sigh of relief, joy flashing across their faces like survivors of a catastrophe.
"What the Prime Minister says is true!"
"As long as the reinforcements arrive and we launch a three-pronged attack, the Qin Army is bound to fail!"
Amidst the jubilation, only Han Fei stood there quietly, without a shred of joy on his face.
The King of Han noticed his abnormality, and the smile on his face stiffened.
"Han Fei, why aren't you smiling? Could it be... that there are still complications?"
Han Fei raised his head and met the King of Han's gaze.
"Great King, although the states of Zhao and Wei have agreed to send troops..."
His voice paused, every single word like a block of ice crashing down upon the fire of hope that had just ignited in everyone's hearts.
"However, their troops cannot come out."
"What?!"
The King of Han's smile froze completely on his face.
Han Fei's voice grew increasingly cold, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with himself.
"On the very second day after our army's rout at Yiyang, High General Wang Jian of Qin personally led three hundred thousand troops and arrayed them outside Jingxing Pass of the Zhao State."
"Three hundred thousand..."
The King of Han's lips began to tremble.
"This... this is a feint! Ying Zheng wants to use Wang Jian to hold back Zhao! Right! It must be so!"
"The Great King is wise." Han Fei nodded slightly. "This is indeed a feint."
"But a feint personally led by Wang Jian, holding thirty thousand ferocious tigers and wolves—the King of Zhao does not dare to gamble."
"As long as Li Mu is there, he dares not move. If Li Mu