If You Don't Disdain Me, I Wish to Be Your Adopted Son!

"Lord Chunping has drifted through half a lifetime, only regretting that he has yet to encounter a wise master. If you, sir, do not despise me, Zhao Yi is willing to acknowledge you as my foster father."

Watching Lord Chunping kneel before him, Zhao Cheng's cheek twitched slightly.

Is this for real?

At your age, you're still looking to be adopted?

Beside him, Qin Guli was completely dumbfounded, staring at Lord Chunping in disbelief.

"Wait, just a moment ago..."

That is not what you said!

You were the one cursing the loudest just now!

And now, you damn well want to call him foster father!?

What happened to your backbone!?

Lord Chunping's expression remained unchanged. "I was merely testing your loyalty on behalf of my foster father."

Qin Guli was shocked; he had truly never seen someone so thick-skinned and shameless.

Is this even the Lord Chunping I know?

What could have caused such a massive, rapid transformation?

Qin Guli fell into deep contemplation.

The guards led by Lord Chunping were also unable to lift their heads; they felt both ashamed and immensely relieved.

Though Lord Chunping's actions were despicable, it seemed they would not have to die after all.

This Blood-Clad Army was truly an irresistible force.

To fight against them was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

It was simply too hopeless.

Just then, the Command Officer sent from Handan to bestow the death decree upon Lord Chunping finally arrived.

"The King has decreed: Lord Chunping is cowardly and fearful of death, colluding with the ene... hm!?"

His eyes swept the scene, and failing to see Lord Chunping on the ramparts, he paused in confusion before flying into a rage. "Where is Lord Chunping?"

Zhao Cong led the remaining troops on the wall, staring blankly down