Most people had no idea how to sing the song, so they simply ignored the tune and competed to see who could shout the loudest.
Once they caught the words, they bellowed at the top of their lungs, louder and louder, their voices thundering.
Zhang Guifang in particular already had a booming voice. Fired by heartfelt emotion, it carried with extraordinary power and stirred everyone who heard it.
In a later age, he would certainly have made a promising hype man.
Jiang Wenhuan's blood surged. Unable to restrain himself, he snatched the Zhu from Shu Qi's hands and hurled it down in front of Ji Chang.
"So what if we bully and humiliate you?"
Ji Chang: "..."
Weren't you the Marquis of the East's son? Whose side were you on, exactly?
But he said nothing, merely lowering his head. He knew he was in trouble.
Jiang Huanchu pulled Jiang Wenhuan back. Ordinarily, he would certainly have apologized for his son's rashness, but this time he did not. He merely cast a cool glance at Ji Chang.
At this point, everything was clear.
The Marquis of the West's intentions were plain to every passerby.
Not to mention that Zhao Bing had brought Ji Xian's head.
Why had the Marquis of the West's third son been in Tu Fang? Why had the Marquis of the West repeatedly stirred up trouble during the court celebrations?
Who stood to gain the most if King Zhou's reputation plunged a thousand fathoms?
Everyone understood.
Zhao Bing sighed. "Unfortunately, Tu Fang's fierce general Wu Li fled in panic, forcing General Su to pursue him north. Otherwise, bringing the entire Tu Fang tribe to Chaoge to pay their respects would hardly have been difficult."
"Those barbarians beyond our borders amount to no more than this!" Wen Zhong's face