Her Majesty the Queen

The people of Shache had originally fallen into despair, but at that moment, Jiang Hao gave them a glimmer of hope. What choice did they have?

The King of Shache grew afraid. He looked around at the ministers and generals and felt that the gazes they turned on him were filled with ill intent.

"Return to the palace."

The king immediately rushed back to the palace with his guards. The moment he returned, he ordered the palace gates shut and forbade anyone from entering.

The king had hidden himself away.

Or rather, he had become a coward hiding in his shell.

The officials and generals exchanged looks. What were they supposed to do next? The situation was already clear. The prime minister gave one of his confidants a meaningful glance, and the official immediately understood. Stepping forward, he said, "Since the king refuses to come out, I think the prime minister should take charge of the situation."

The others saw that someone was willing to make a decision, and they all agreed to let the prime minister take control.

The prime minister sighed and said, "Gentlemen, if we wish to live, there is only one path left. We surrender. Whoever objects may step forward now."

Things had reached this point. It was either surrender or die. No one objected. Even the king's two favored fools wisely hid in the back and kept silent.

"Then open the city gates."

Creak—

The gate pillars turned with several teeth-grating groans, and the heavy iron-bound gates slowly opened. The prime minister led the officials, generals, and six thousand soldiers out of the city in order and formed up outside. The soldiers threw their swords and blades into a pile.

The prime minister walked alone before Jiang Hao, placed a hand over his chest, and