Honghuang: My Mythic Sutra Treasury, Where Every Jie Sect Saint Resides

When Zhao Ji saw Qin Feng, he beamed as he took the golden copper bean from him and tucked it away without a hint of shame. Then he whispered:

“Lord Qin, His Majesty requests your presence at the palace.”

Qin Feng was having the maids prepare his official robes. He casually asked:

“Attendant Zhao Ji, what’s so urgent?”

Under normal circumstances, this would have been a grave breach of protocol. A king’s dignity was beyond question. But thanks to their close relationship, Zhao Ji waited until they were alone and quietly said:

“It’s about the campaign against Chu!”

Qin Feng paused. Attack Chu? Then go do it yourself! Why the hell do you need me for that?

Are you expecting me to lead the army? Don’t make me laugh!

No! If I really have to go, I’d better come up with a good excuse to refuse!