After the palace attendant left, the post station's main hall fell deathly silent.
Bo Yikao was still kneeling on the ground, head lowered, his shoulders trembling slightly.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head. The gentle warmth he had always carried was nowhere to be seen.
His jade-like eyes were now bloodshot, seemingly burning with suppressed fury and hatred.
He slowly rose and walked over to the pile of rewards, reaching out to touch the cold jade disc with his fingertips.
In his eyes, these were not rewards at all, but a declaration of war! Di Xin was using him to express his humiliation and provocation toward all of Western Qi!
He suddenly clenched the jade disc. The woman he had finally found himself drawn to had been forcibly taken away by Di Xin, who had even cruelly added the name of having "personally offered" her!
It was an utter disgrace. For anyone, this would be a hatred that could never be reconciled, yet he could not resist in the slightest. He even had to accept the decree with delight and express his gratitude.
"Di Xin... Di Xin!" Bo Yikao silently repeated the name in his heart, which was now filled with resentment.
The gentle young master image he had maintained all along completely collapsed at that moment. He now looked more like a lone wolf driven into a corner and teetering on the verge of madness.
But in Zhaoge, he did not dare reveal even the slightest hint of it.
Within Great Shang, Di Xin was the sky hanging over everyone's head.
A dragon had to coil, and a tiger had to lie low. Any display of dissatisfaction could bring ruin upon Western Qi.
One had to understand that Wen Zhong had already set out west with