Ying Zheng, standing on the stage, was also shaken. He had wanted his wicked husband to make a statement in front of all the officials, but he hadn't expected him to break ties with Lü Buwei on the spot!

"How dare you!" Tian Meng was so angry that her face turned red and her neck bulged. Overwhelmed with rage, she was momentarily speechless as she rebuked her wicked husband.

"Old man, don't suffocate." The wicked man picked his nose, flicked his finger, and a piece of booger flew straight to Tian Mengmeng's face, landing on the corner of his mouth like a mole.

"Ha..." Tian Meng, who usually acted arrogantly because of his status as Lü Buwei's confidant, had never suffered such humiliation. His eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.

"Old man, you're no good either!" The wicked man glanced at Tian Meng with disdain, seemingly talking to himself but also implying something. "You've lived so long, and your demeanor is still so poor. I thought you were so great?"

have to.

This kid is no pushover either. His martial arts skills are legendary, but I've never actually seen them with my own eyes. However, he's certainly good with words!

Lu Buwei's face was ashen. He hadn't expected his wicked husband to be so arrogant, openly challenging his authority. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger, and his sharp gaze swept over his husband.

"You wicked man, are you provoking the dignity of the entire Qin court?" Lü Buwei's voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

The wicked man, however, remained unfazed. He straightened his back and met Lü Buwei's gaze with unwavering resolve. "Prime Minister, I am merely stating the facts."

"The reason why my Qin state has achieved what it has today is not because of empty talk or backstabbing. Now that I have gained the king's favor, I should naturally share the king's burdens. How can I be suppressed and rejected by this old man because he is still young?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Buwei's face darkened further. He could understand the implication in his husband's words; it was not only a challenge to his authority but also a veiled criticism of his actions.

"Very well, since you are so confident, then I shall see if you can truly share the King's burdens. If not... heh." Lü Buwei's voice carried a hint of coldness. As the powerful and influential ruler, he disdained to engage in verbal sparring with this young man in the court.

He has plenty of ways to deal with a wicked husband!

The wicked man was fearless, his killing intent, honed from slaying countless enemies, emanating from his body. He sneered, "I've heard that the Prime Minister has three thousand retainers. I'll definitely find an opportunity to see if anyone can withstand a single sword strike from this wicked man."

The naked killing intent was undisguised. Ignoring the shock of others, Lü Buwei felt a chill run down his spine and thought to himself that the report about this boy must be true!

How many people would it take to kill to cultivate such a terrifying killing intent?

As Ying Zheng watched this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little smug, and the resentment he had felt from being oppressed by Lü Buwei for several years dissipated considerably.

He knew he had made the right move; the wicked man was exactly the kind of talent he desperately needed, and Lü Buwei's forbearance made him even more vigilant.

"You wicked husband, I look forward to your performance." Ying Zheng's voice was full of trust and expectation. He did not expect his wicked husband to actually train an elite force comparable to the Iron Eagle Swordsmen, but as long as he made some achievements, he would take the opportunity to promote him and at the same time weaken Lü Buwei.

The wicked man smiled slightly, knowing that he was in a safe position. As long as he didn't rebel, he would definitely thrive in the Qin Dynasty.

He didn't care about falling out with Lü Buwei; even without his help, Lü Buwei's downfall was only a matter of time.

At worst, he can entangle with this guy for a few years. Anyway, he can't kill him. If he really pushes him too far, he can wait for the two enhancements in two years, then he can go to his door with his sword and kill him.

Seeing that Lü Buwei remained silent, the wicked man returned to his position next to Meng Kuo and stood still, while no one cared about Tian Meng, who was lying on the ground.

"Alright, I'm tired. Let's adjourn the court!" Ying Zheng flicked his sleeves, turned and left, not forgetting to wink at Meng Ao and the others before he left.

The assembled officials bowed in unison, saying, "Your Majesty, we respectfully see you off!"

After Ying Zheng had completely left Zhangtai Palace, the ministers began to leave the main hall in an orderly manner.

As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, Meng Tian let out a long breath and looked at the wicked husband beside him who was looking around. He smiled bitterly and said, "You're really fierce, even more so than on the battlefield!"

Seeing Meng Tian giving a thumbs-up, the wicked man curled his lip and said, "What's so special about that? Others may be afraid of Lü Buwei, but I'm not."

These words were made without any attempt to conceal their meaning, and the loud voice startled Meng Tian, ​​who quickly tugged at her husband's arm.

Lü Buwei, who was walking at the front of the officials, paused. Meng Tian was terrified, thinking that he would turn around and say something. But to his surprise, Lü Buwei did not do so and continued to walk forward.

"Boy, that's enough." Meng Ao stopped in his tracks, glaring at his wicked husband with a fierce expression, his large fist clenched so hard that his joints cracked.

The wicked man chuckled, fearing that the old fellow might suddenly attack him, and said with a laugh, "This is all thanks to the General's patronage. I am extremely grateful. I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

Before he could finish speaking, he was already preparing to slip away.

Meng Ao was so angry he laughed, and said irritably, "Why are you leaving? Come with me to see the King."

The wicked man paused, his eyes darting around, and approached with a fawning smile: "General, are you taking me to see the King? Is there anything you can tell me?" His eyes gleamed with cunning.

Meng Ao snorted coldly. Although he was quite satisfied with his husband's performance, he maintained a serious expression on the surface. "The King values ​​you highly. Don't let him down."

"Rest assured, General, I will do my utmost to share the King's burdens." The wicked man puffed out his chest and raised his head, looking confident and determined.

"Come on, follow me!" Meng Ao ignored him and walked off in another direction. The wicked husband and Meng Wu immediately quickened their pace and followed.

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