"What you said is correct."
"Daring to snatch meat from Qin's mouth—however they snatched it, make them spit it out the same way."
"Yan state."
"Far too reckless." Ying Zheng's voice turned domineering and cold.
Evidently.
Yan's actions had already genuinely enraged him.
It was just like how countless Daqin Elite Soldiers had given their lives to breach the Zhao Capital, and Yan dared to snatch the fruit of Qin's victory, to steal meat from Qin's mouth.
Not just Ying Zheng—even any Daqin Elite Soldier wouldn't stand for it.
"I will request permission from the Shangjiangjun to engage the Yan Army." Zhao Feng immediately requested.
"The Shangjiangjun will grant it."
"But, there is no rush to deal with Yan. For now, we should first conquer the cities of Zhao Territory."
"The Shangjiangjun will make arrangements." Ying Zheng smiled slightly.
"Great King."
Zhao Feng looked at Ying Zheng with a hint of probing in his gaze.
"Speak if you have something to say."
