The tragedy of Handan is beyond words.
The scarlet everywhere made the palace look especially terrifying. The endless shouting and screaming accompanied by the pain made people feel like they were in hell.
Looking at this hellish scene, Lejian couldn't help but laugh out loud.
It's not that he is cold-blooded or perverted, it's just that these are the people under his command, slaughtering those who resist him.
That night, King Zhao Daoxiang summoned him into the palace. If he had not been careful and acted sympathetically, he would probably have died in the palace that day.
If it weren't for the interests of countless people involved behind him, I'm afraid that day, he and Le Cheng would have died on the same day and in the same place.
Although the Qin State was powerful, it also knew the rule of not killing envoys. Even though Emperor Ying Zheng of Qin had many behaviors that were not in accordance with the rules, it was impossible for him to kill Le Cheng.
Besides, since his arm has been cut off, there is no reason to kill him again.
"Report!"
Le Jian looked at the soldier in front of him, his body splattered with blood. There was no enjoyment or numbness on his face, only horror and fear.
"What's wrong?" Le Jian frowned. The soldiers here had all crawled out of the pile of dead bodies, so how could they be afraid of such a scene? "If you can't explain what's good for you, I will definitely hold you accountable!"
"Your Majesty, there are... dead bodies in the palace!" The soldier's eyes seemed to pop out, and the fear in his heart was firmly trapped on his face. "Dead people! So many dead people!"
"What's so scary about a dead person!" Le Jian couldn't help but feel a little scared and terrified. He didn't know what the backup plan was.
I originally thought it would be easy to push forward, thinking that there were no so-called soldiers or Li Mu's confidants inside, so I relaxed a little.
Now the soldier was so frightened that he even had to shout to give himself courage, which made him panic as well.
After all, this is a rebellion. If you are not careful, you will be killed without a burial place and your entire clan will be exterminated.
Of course, if it succeeds, the profits will be extremely lucrative.
Le Jian never does anything without being sure of it. When he and Le Cheng fled from the State of Yan, Le Jian always followed Le Cheng and was always a secret figure.
If Le Cheng had not taken control of Handan, he would probably have hidden himself until his death.
If Li Mu and Qu Zheng hadn't left Le Jian with no chance of survival, he wouldn't have even considered putting him under house arrest.
In this case, if Le Jian doesn't rebel, and doesn't take advantage of this period of prosperity to rebel, he will probably lose his chance.
"The dead are alive again! Alive again!" The soldier said and then heard a whistling sound. Le Jian felt dazed for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he saw that the soldier in front of him had turned into minced meat.
A ball of minced meat pinned to the ground by a crossbow arrow.
Lejian raised his head tremblingly and looked ahead.
There was smoke and dust rising up ahead, and it was hard to see clearly. I could only make out a rough outline.
It was a horse, and there seemed to be a person sitting on it.
"Hu clothing, horse riding and archery are the foundation of our country and must not be lost."
It was as if someone was whispering in his ear, and the smoke and dust dispersed a little.
I can see it more clearly now.
It was a skeleton, or rather a Zhao cavalry archer made up of a bunch of skeletons.
"His cavalry and archery in the Hu clothing shook the northern borders, and no one was more heroic than King Wu Ling!"
Lejian was panicked, or perhaps scared.
He knew that the game was over. No matter how many soldiers he had or how many trump cards he had, he was now just an ant under this extraordinary power, an ant that could be killed with a single blow.
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King Zhao Daoxiang had a dream. The dream was not real, even a little fake, and he realized in an instant that it was a dream.
Everything before my eyes seemed like a mirage, so false, yet so real and terrifying.
Or perhaps it is because the truth is so terrifying that it seems particularly false.
The place in this dream is still Handan, Zhao State, and it is still the royal palace.
However, the person sitting on the bed was not him, but a dignified figure who looked particularly familiar upon closer inspection.
"Who are you?" King Zhao Daoxiang asked. The sense of closeness in his heart relaxed his tense mind for a while.
It’s just a dream after all, what’s so scary about it?
Could it be worse than the scene outside?
King Daoxiang of Zhao was neither a fool nor a child. He was trained as the crown prince by King Xiaocheng of Zhao and had learned the art of ruling for several years.
If King Xiaocheng of Zhao had not been so confused that he handed over all the military and political power to Le Cheng at the time, he would not have ended up in such a miserable state.
Everything now is just hiding one's incompetence, whether it is the panic and fear when being controlled by Le Cheng, or the trust in Li Mu and Qu Zheng, it is all hiding one's incompetence.
A foolish and timid person is always easier to control than a wise and brave one. Only by hiding his shortcomings can King Zhao Daoxiang avoid sudden death at any time.
"Who am I?" The man in front of him spoke with full of power, and with just one word "who am I", he suppressed King Zhao Daoxiang.
It was obvious that King Zhao Daoxiang was the emperor, but he was still suppressed by the words "I dare not speak" and could not speak.
"Could it be that the Zhao family's ancestral worship doesn't include offering sacrifices to me?"
When King Zhao Daoxiang heard this, although he didn't guess who he was, he still knew how to flatter and try to establish a relationship with him. He immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed and cried, "I, the unworthy descendant of later generations, Zhao Yan, greet the former king of the Zhao family."
"You're crying, what a sight!" the man frowned and scolded. "I know everything about what's going on outside. This matter isn't your fault, so I won't vent my anger on you."
When King Zhao Daoxiang heard this, he knew something was up and was even certain that this was a dream from his ancestor, asking him to revitalize the State of Zhao.
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