Tsk...
Qu Heng, also known as Qu Erlang, was always ridiculed by the rough and tough men in the army for not being a soldier but rather a weak scholar. But when had he ever failed in his duty?
Back then, when he was the first to breach the city and fought a bloody battle, he stayed close to that reckless Zhao Polu, never retreating even a step amidst the flashing swords!
Who has the right to mock him for the merit he earned with his life?
But of all the old brothers who were left, he was the only one who deserted.
"Zhao Polu, you idiot, the biggest idiot in the world!"
"Knowing full well that officials protect each other, they still stubbornly insist on going to the capital to appeal to the emperor. They must have lost their minds."
"I can't avenge you myself."
"I risked everything to get the truth for you."
"That blockhead Li E should have successfully taken over Zhao Hengjiang by now, right?"
"It fucking hurts..."
Qu Heng shrugged his shoulders very slightly, as if he had relieved himself of a heavy burden.
He moved his right arm, slowly bringing it closer to his chest.
Pan Yue's mountain-like "momentum" gathered again, ready to capture the man.
However, on the imperial steps, Empress Qin Minghuang spoke again.
"No need."
Finally, Qu Heng's fist, gripping the knife, touched his chest.
A muffled groan escaped his throat, and more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"This humble servant... Qu Heng, a registrar under the command of Zhao Yi Army... follows the general..."
Before he could finish speaking, his arm fell limply to his side, and his head tilted to one side.
The last glimmer of light in his eyes vanished completely, and he breathed his last.
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