Righteous Qi, Iron Bones, and Bearing Responsibility! Guo Kai's Collapse Under Assassination!

The resolute, iron-clad voice of the youth echoed throughout the great hall.

It left Ying Zheng silent for a long time.

Meng Tian, who had finally chased him to the outside of the hall, also stood there in a daze, a faint smile unconsciously tugging at the corners of his mouth.

For many days, he had often seen that pair—one large, one small—standing together in the camp.

Sometimes it was verbal instruction, sometimes answering questions, or perhaps watching Fusu being ruthlessly tempered by Zhao Cheng, crying out in misery.

He had not realized when it was that Fusu had come to place such trust in Zhao Cheng.

Just as he was lost in thought, a hand reached out from beside his feet and gripped his trousers tightly.

Meng Tian was startled and hurriedly grabbed his waistband.

Struggling against each other, Chunyu Yue stood up shakily, "No!! This must not be!"

Without even glancing at Meng Tian, he stumbled into the great hall and fell to his knees with a thud.

"Your Majesty! This must not be! The Prince's words are utterly preposterous!"

"He has surely been bewitched by the Blood Butcher!"

"The Prince is but a delicate scholar who has never led troops; how can he control such a band of cutthroats? If Zhao Cheng were to pull strings within the army and use the Prince's name to commit treason, then before Handan is broken, Xianyang will be in peril. Can the Prince bear such responsibility?"

"Furthermore, attacking Zhao is a matter of national importance that requires strategic planning and the selection of capable generals. How can one gamble the lives of the Great Qin Elite Soldiers and the grand cause of unification for the sake of a private desire to 'clear Zhao Cheng's name'?!"

"Your Majesty! The Prince is