When he was brought before them.
Zhao Feng waved his hand.
"Kneel."
A trusted aide kicked out directly.
With a loud bang.
"Ah!"
Zhao Yan cried out in pain, kicked to the ground.
"Zhao Yan."
"We meet again."
"Did you ever expect this, I wonder?"
Ying Zheng looked down at Zhao Yan from on high, with a mocking air.
Just over a year ago, Zhao Yan had gone personally to Xianyang to sign the alliance with Ying Zheng.
Yet from beginning to end, that alliance had always been Ying Zheng's scheme, designed to make Zhao Yan let down his guard against Qin, send troops against Yan, and provide just the opening Qin needed to destroy Zhao.
Now—
The merit of destroying a kingdom was accomplished.
Zhao Yan, once a King who sat high above a year ago, was now a prisoner at their feet; his former power was gone, and only disgrace remained.
Hearing Ying Zheng's words,
