"I have not deceived you. My father is old and walking in extreme pain, but he insists on going to court..."

"Why didn't you stop him?!" Ziying shouted losing his mind.

"Father, I am afraid that Zhao Gao will cover the sky with his hands above the court, so I have to go."

"Why have we been in court for so many days? Why did the old injury relapse today?!" Ziying asked forcefully, hoping that Yang Chen would bow his head and admit his guilt, hoping that this was a bold joke by the Qin people.

"I was imprisoned in prison by Zhao Gao yesterday, which caused the recurrence of old injuries. Today..."

Ziying's face was expressionless for a moment, and he walked into the inner hall step by step mechanically. The noisy crying and kneeling sounds of women and children in his ears made him upset.

On the couch, Yang Duanhe's face was ashen, and his thin cheeks looked even more skinny.

"Why didn't I discover the commander's old injury earlier? Why didn't I try harder that day? Maybe Zhao Gao wouldn't have doubted me at that time, and Commander Yang wouldn't have died." Ziying blamed herself over and over in her heart.

His feet were unsteady, and Ziying suddenly fell to the ground.

In Ziying's eyes, white figures helped him up, but he couldn't quite hear what the people around him were saying.

Ziying pushed aside the crowd and walked step by step towards Yang Duanhe's body.

Yesterday, the scene in the court where Yang Duanhe scolded Ziying for being stupid and immoral was still vivid in his mind. Today, the emperor and his ministers were separated from each other, and Ziying's tears fell quietly.

Yang Duanhe attacked Wei twice and Zhao once in his life, and never failed in his life.

"In the eleventh year, Wang Jian, Fan Yuqi, and Yang Duanhe captured Ye and captured nine cities...

In the eighteenth year, Wang Jian went to the ground, Duanhe led Hanoi, and surrounded Handan City..."

Ziying read the records in "Historical Records" in a low voice. The Yang family did not want to lose their composure in front of Ziying, so everyone in the Yang family couldn't help crying.

"Your Majesty, please do not be sad. My father has received all your kindness over four generations. I will have no regrets when I return today." Yang Chen said while holding back tears.

The corner of Ziying's mouth twitched slightly, "Oh, you have fully received your kindness? No regrets?"

Ziying raised his hand and scratched the long hair on his head. Wang Li died young and his body was not intact. Yang Duanhe fought in the south and north, and his old injuries were difficult to treat.

What can he bring to his subordinates now?

A grand funeral? At most, money from the treasury will be added, and it will only be available within Xianyang.

As long as the old ministers leave Xianyang City, people from the six countries who want to kill them will be everywhere. This is what they have worked hard for all their lives.

"Tomorrow, Commander Yang and Marquis Wucheng will hold a funeral together and be buried at the foot of Mount Li."

After Ziying finished speaking, he rushed out of the door, not daring to stay at Yang's house any longer. The sad eyes were a punishment for his incompetence.

Just as Ziying was about to get into the car, Yang Chen chased him from behind.

"Your Majesty, please stay!" Yang Chen said anxiously, "Before my father passed away, he asked me to present this bamboo slip to Your Majesty."

Ziying took the bamboo slip, with three small seal characters "Wei Liao Zi" engraved on the outside. The outside of the bamboo slip was tied with a black, dusty knot, as if it had not been opened for a long time.

Wei Liao, Sun Wu, Sun Bin, and Wu Qi are also known as the "Four Sages of Military Strategies".

Wei Liao was once the counselor of the First Emperor, and was a colleague of Wang Jian and Yang Duanhe. In order to keep Wei Liao, the First Emperor chose to live and eat with him. After the First Emperor conquered the world, the punishment was too harsh, and Wei Liao chose to live in seclusion in despair.

"My father said that Wei Liaozi lives in seclusion not far from Xianyang. If the king can get help from Wei Liaozi, he will definitely be able to defeat Liu Bang who is rushing to Weiguan." Yang Chen said sincerely.

Ziying twisted the knot and pulled out the bamboo slip. Inside was a map of Xianyang City. Xianyang was north of the Weihe River and a place south of the Weihe River was painted with cinnabar by Yang Duanhe.

"Before Wei Liaozi went into seclusion, he told his father where he went. My father promised not to leak it to anyone in his life. Now he can tell the king." Yang Chen explained.

Ziying smiled bitterly and shook his head. Yang Duanhe only said that he could defeat Liu Bang, but did not mention Xiang Yu. It seemed that Yang Duanhe also thought that the end was over early, and these words were clearly just to comfort him.

Liu Bang had only 20,000 men, and no one thought that he would be able to enter the pass. It was natural that he should resist.

"I don't want to trouble my old minister any more. I will fight against both Liu Bang and Xiang Yu personally." After Ziying finished speaking, he drove away.

Along the way, people in Xianyang were still coming and going, but there were no smiles on their faces. The chilling atmosphere two months later seemed to have descended on the people early through time.

The business of the tavern is indeed very good, and people get drunk from time to time.

Ziying dismounted in front of the tavern, threw away his crown and hat to pay for the wine, and found a corner to sit down. The owner of the hotel didn't bother to look at it carefully and accepted it, and served Ziying a pot of turbid wine.

"I didn't expect that the majestic Qin Prince Ying would actually use the Qin Crown Crown to pay for the wine. It is really embarrassing for the fake Qin."

Ziying looked up and saw a man in gray coarse clothes holding a sword and looking at him coldly.

Ziying, who was originally sad, grinned unconsciously. This man was Caiwei disguised as a man. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes and stiletto eyebrows, which were imprinted in Ziying's mind.

The panic of the initial meeting in the palace was gone. Ziying took a light sip of the wine and said, "I was too nervous at that time. You are no match for me now. If you don't want to be caught by Zhao Cheng, escape Xianyang as soon as possible.

"

"Am I a match for this foolish king like you? Do you want to give it a try?" Caiwei couldn't help but unsheathed her sword and pointed it at Ziying's throat.

Last time it was an assassination, this time it was a duel. Due to the chivalry of the Jianghu, Caiwei just put on a posture and did not make a surprise attack.

"I remember that your sword from last time was still left in the palace. What's wrong? Is Lingfen very rich? I bought you another one today?" Ziying looked at the sword and mocked.

Caiwei's peach blossom eyes widened, "This sword belongs to Master Gai Nie. The arrows of your dog slave Zhao Cheng outside the wooden house were actually poisonous. Mr. Gai Nie died not long after leaving the wooden house. I have a new enemy with you today."

Let’s settle old grudges with you!”

Caiwei's tone was fierce, and the drinkers and bosses just glanced at her, pretending that nothing happened. The Qin Dynasty prohibited private fights, but now people in Xianyang City don't care about it at all.

Ziying saw the right moment and threw the wine bowl, hitting the sword in the middle. Caiwei's mouth went numb, and the sword crashed to the ground.

"Lv Ziying, you actually struck first, how despicable!" Caiwei covered her right hand and cursed.

"A chivalrous person violates the law with martial arts, and Confucianism disrupts the law with literature. Gai Nie deserves to die. I advise you to accept your chivalrous ways." Ziying took away the wine bowl and poured wine into his mouth directly from the wine bottle.

Qin Chao's wine did not exceed ten degrees, and Ziying was a little tipsy.

"I am not convinced, please try again!" Caiwei picked up the sword with her left hand and continued to aim at Ziying's throat.
Chapter completed!