Slander Weaves a Net to Frame the Tiger General; Ying Zheng Fixes His Gaze and Cuts Through the Traitor's Lies

General Zhao Cheng had withheld the grain?

That was certainly a novel claim.

Zhao Cheng's reputation in the army had long since outgrown the word "brave."

He had flattened Xinzheng in eight days, breached Handan in three, and led three hundred Blood-Clad Army soldiers to punch through the Zhao Army's battle formation when he marched north to fight Li Mu. Within ten days, he had swept across the entire Zhao State...

Every deed was a brilliant military achievement.

Those achievements were branded into the hearts of every Qin soldier. Even the most unruly border Elite Soldiers would give Zhao Cheng a thumbs-up when his name came up.

"Withholding military provisions?"

A weather-beaten veteran couldn't help snorting. "The grain General Zhao seized when he took the cities was piled higher than mountains. There was enough to feed hundreds of thousands of troops for months. And he'd withhold provisions from His Majesty's inspection party?"

Even the Elite Soldiers under the Chief of the Gentlemen of the Palace revered him. However they looked at it, withholding military provisions had nothing to do with Zhao Cheng.

So every soldier looked doubtful and listened intently.

The minor official's back prickled under everyone's gaze, but he still craned his neck and edged half a step forward. His knees scraped two muddy streaks across the ground, and his voice carried a deliberately heightened indignation.

"The cities General Zhao conquered didn't have much grain in their storehouses to begin with... According to, according to the reports from the minor officials in each city, most of it was handed out to meritorious soldiers in the Blood-Clad Army!"

He raised a hand and pointed toward Handan. His fingertips had gone white with the effort, and even his sleeve trembled.

"My lord, Wang Ji, went to the cities to beg for