"There's no need for that, let's go back to the manor."
Lü Buwei's eyes were filled with melancholy, even a hint of despair. He knew that from this day forward, Qin had a true king.
While feeling disappointed, there was even a sense of relief.
"Prime Minister, Cheng Jiao's army is about to arrive in Xianyang. If you go to rescue the emperor now, it might still be a good chance to save the day!" his subordinate said anxiously.
But who is Lü Buwei? Couldn't he see through this?
"Ha, Cheng Jiao's army won't be able to reach Xianyang City."
Thirty miles outside Xianyang City, a troop of soldiers was rushing madly toward the city.
This army numbered about ten thousand men. The general in charge had slightly graying temples, but was tall and imposing, exuding an aura of iron will.
This man was none other than Wang Jian, a great general of the Qin state!
"General, we have been marching for a day and a night, covering eight hundred li. The brothers are exhausted. Shall we take a rest?"
Wang Jian let out a long sigh of relief. His body was also starting to give out, but Xianyang City was just around the corner.
He is now racing against time; if he is even a moment later, Cheng Jiao will probably have already taken Xianyang.
Wang Jian's gaze was resolute as he said coldly, "Pass down the order: even if you have to run your legs off, you must reach Xianyang before sunset!"
"Yes, sir!"
At Wang Jian's command, the entire army quickened its pace once again.
At this moment, Ying Zheng stood atop Xianyang City, his eyes blazing, showing no fear whatsoever.
At this moment, Ying Xi also led a thousand members of the Ying clan to the top of the city wall. When he learned of Lao Ai's rebellion, he quickly gathered the clan members. Before they even set off, they received news that Ying Zheng had already captured Lao Ai.
He then hurried to Xianyang City.
"Your Majesty, Cheng Jiao has an army of 50,000. Our small force is no match for them. Please retreat!"
Upon arriving, Ying Xi immediately knelt down and urged Ying Zheng to leave first.
After all, as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. Once the army is assembled, Yifei can return to fight again.
Ying Zheng smiled, stepped forward to help Ying Xi up, and said, "Uncle, don't panic. If I were to leave, would I still be worthy to be the King of Qin?"
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