Cheng Ji dragged Sima Zhao all the way toward the town, leaving him not a shred of dignity.
Sima Zhao's hair hung loose, his body was covered in mud, and his face was full of terror. Cheng Ji dragged him like a criminal, without the slightest respect for this General of the Guards.
Several times, Sima Zhao nearly fell, but Cheng Ji paid no attention at all.
Even Ma Long watched with his heart pounding in fear.
Even as His Majesty's foremost military officer, Ma Long would not have dared treat Sima Zhao this way. He could kill him for His Majesty, but he dared not humiliate him like this.
After all, this was Great Wei's General of the Guards, Duke Xuanwen's son, and the Grand General's younger brother.
As the commandants and generals watched Cheng Ji drag the General of the Guards along like an old dog, their expressions grew increasingly complicated.
Who could have imagined that, not long ago, this man had stood high above them, looking every inch the master of Great Wei?
When he was roughly dragged into the county office, Sima Zhao finally lost patience and roared furiously, "Kill me if you must! Why humiliate me like this?!"
Cheng Ji flew into a rage. "At this point, what right do you have to keep shouting?!"
He stepped forward and kicked Sima Zhao behind the calf, sending him crashing straight to the ground. Even Yang Hu, standing nearby, could barely bear to watch.
"Gao Rou! Get out here!"
Sima Zhao shouted.
Cheng Ji was about to strike again when Cao Mao slowly emerged from behind the screen opposite them.
"Lord Cheng, how could you be so rude to the General of the Guards?"
At the sight of Cao Mao, Sima Zhao looked as though he had