However, Ying Zichu did not expect that the Mohist school, which had been dormant for so long, would come out to assassinate him.

"The Mohist school is well-known to me, to the Qin Dynasty, and to the world. How could I not know about it?"

Ying Zichu knew that at such a close distance, it was impossible for Meng Que to subdue the Mohist in front of him, and it was even questionable whether Meng Que could defeat this Mohist.

"Your Majesty, why are you bragging?" Mo Zhe looked at Ying Zichu and took out a dagger from somewhere with his right hand and placed it on the table. "You and I know what I am here to do."

Ying Zichu smiled, looked at Mo Zhe, and said with a smile: "I don't know, and I don't want to know. I just thought Mo Zhe was a guest. I have thought so since Mo Zhe came. Now that Mo Zhe is sitting here, I still think so."

"Yes, I am here as a guest. Apart from being a guest, I have done nothing else." Mozhe also laughed, because he saw Ying Zichu's face clearly and also understood Ying Zichu's spirit.

Killing a dying person will not bring any sense of accomplishment, nor will it stop anything, and may even lead to more killing.

"I'm leaving now. I do understand the king's hospitality. I just wonder how Gongzi Zheng's hospitality is."

Just like when Mo Zhe came, his shadow flashed by and disappeared without a trace, leaving only these words echoing in the hall and in Ying Zichu's ears.

Ying Zichu knew what the Mohist meant and why he did not kill him.

However, he was not qualified to kill Ying Zheng.