Rage churned in Wen Zhong's heart, yet he had nowhere to vent it. He flung the King-Striking Whip in his hand heavily to the ground, and the clang of metal striking stone echoed through the Great Hall. His eyes brimmed with suppressed dissatisfaction.
But things had come to this. To keep Great Shang's realm from being overturned by the flames of war, even though he knew this was a scheme of immortals and gods, he had no choice but to bow and accept the order.
He said no more, merely flicked his sleeve in anger, turned, and strode out of the court.
Moments later, the Grand Preceptor's army had assembled. Banners snapped in the wind, armor gleamed brightly, and Wen Zhong, clad in full battle dress, personally led the troops out of Zhaoge.
Hooves shattered the dust along the long streets as the army headed east, racing toward the site of unrest in the East Sea.
Once the sound of Wen Zhong's departing army had completely faded beyond Zhaoge City, the air throughout the Yin Shang capital suddenly seemed to ease.
Those Sycophantic Officials who spent their days scheming for petty gain, along with the palace attendants addicted to pleasure, secretly breathed sighs of relief. The boulder weighing on their hearts had finally crashed down.
That impartial Grand Preceptor, who wielded the King-Striking Whip, had finally left. No one remained to restrain their conduct, and no one dared casually touch their interests.
The Ten Policies for Governing the State that Wen Zhong had painstakingly established had barely been issued before suffering a devastating blow.
Fei Zhong and You Hun had long hated those harsh national policies to the bone. They immediately joined forces with Daji within the palace, colluding from inside and out to suppress and set aside all ten