"Don't worry. Even if the people of Zhao want to kill you, I'll keep you safe."
Jiang Yang smiled after hearing him out.
He could see into people's hearts and could tell that Ying Yiren sincerely hoped the Qin State would win.
He had little feeling about who won or lost the war between Qin and Zhao.
Having been a god for over a hundred thousand years, and then the Demon Emperor for hundreds of thousands of years in the Third Epoch, he could no longer easily be shaken by mortal affairs.
But Ying Yiren had been coming and going before him for years now, and some affection had formed between them.
To become the King of Qin, one had to shoulder a king's responsibilities. Otherwise, being an ordinary commoner would be a better choice.
Yet his assurance truly failed to earn a grateful look from Ying Yiren.
Ying Yiren asked doubtfully.
"Granduncle, you're only one man. If the King of Zhao disregards the rules of combat and sends an army, how would you stop them?"
Doubting me?
Jiang Yang looked at him speechlessly and said proudly.
"What, you don't believe me? Should I go lift another cauldron for you?"
"Back then, the Qin State was nowhere near as powerful as it is now. But as a Qin general, I went freely through armies of thousands with just myself and my sword, often cutting straight through the enemy. Among the Western Rong and Northern Di, which tribe didn't tremble beneath my blade? Thus did the Qin State advance west and expand north."
"Rest assured, boy. Even if Lü Buwei dies, you won't!"
Lü Buwei: "..."
"Still, Yiren, Buwei, you should prepare to flee the Zhao State. This might just become your excuse to return to the Qin State!"
Ying Yiren