Zang Ba

The leading general's expression changed. He swung down from his horse, dropped to his knees, and called out,

"Is that the One-Worded Equal Rank King ahead?"

"The One-Worded Equal Rank King?!"

Chang Xi stared at the general, his eyes wide.

"Zang Ba, have you lost your mind? The Prince of Qi ascended long ago. How could he suddenly appear here in Hu County?"

In the entire Great Wei Empire,

there was no second One-Worded Equal Rank King besides Ding Ling.

So the moment Chang Xi heard Zang Ba, he knew the general meant Ding Ling, the Prince of Qi. He was stunned.

"I can hardly believe it myself."

Zang Ba studied Ding Ling closely. The longer he looked, the more nervous he became.

"But this man looks exactly like the One-Worded Equal Rank King. Haven't you seen his portrait? The one hanging in my house!"

"Huh?!"

Chang Xi thought back as he examined Ding Ling. The more he thought and looked, the more his hair stood on end. Shock, fear, and panic swept through him.

"Y-Your Excellency, are you really the Prince of Qi?!"

He had already changed how he addressed Ding Ling.

Clearly, Chang Xi did remember something of that portrait.

At that moment,

Chang Xi was consumed by regret.

If only he had bought a portrait of Ding Ling from a painter in Chang'an and hung it in his home to admire every day and night, as Zang Ba had. Then he would have recognized Ding Ling at a glance instead of blindly taking him for an ordinary man!

And he, Chang Xi, had been the first to offend Ding Ling.

The thought broke him out in a cold sweat. Ignoring the pain in his broken leg, he hurriedly pulled out the spear, endured the agony, and prostrated