Ji Chang was taken away by the Royal Palace guards.
He was taken to Youli and imprisoned.
He was placed under strict guard.
San Yisheng, Nangong Shi, and other ministers and military generals had accompanied Ji Chang to Chaoge this time.
At this moment, the two of them were sitting on pins and needles.
Leaving was not an option.
Staying was not an option either.
They were unbearably uneasy.
If they left, the Great King had not even announced the end of the banquet. Wouldn't leaving without permission make them stand out like sore thumbs?
If they did not leave, their superior had been imprisoned. They were like a pack of wolves without their lead wolf.
Utter helplessness turned into a sigh in their hearts.
The singing and dancing in Xianqing Hall continued.
The feudal lords and Shang Dynasty officials drank and made merry.
They were thoroughly drunk.
At that moment, an elderly feudal lord with snow-white hair, already eighty years old, trembled as he braced himself against the ground and rose with a wine jug in hand. Staggering to the center of Xianqing Hall, he knelt down. "Great King."
Seeing this, Di Xin asked with concern, "My dear minister, what is the matter? If you have any difficulties, tell me. I will resolve them for you."
The feudal lords from all directions and the Great Shang officials in Xianqing Hall all turned to look curiously.
They wondered what this old feudal lord intended to do.
Everyone was drinking, chatting, and building relationships, yet this old man had run before the Great King to cry and draw attention to himself.
"Great King, this old minister is advanced in years and may soon ride the crane westward. Yet I have eight sons. After this old minister dies, only my eldest son