Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 495: Chapter 210: Jing Ke’s Assassination of Qin! Zhao Feng Shocks the Grand Hall with a Single Sword! (Part 2)

But thinking of the consequences of failure.

Qin Wuyang was trembling all over.

However, at this moment, the gazes of the court ministers were all focused on Jing Ke, so they did not notice Qin Wuyang’s loss of composure.

Jing Ke held a brocade box, walking step by step towards the high position, each step seeming as if he were treading on the path to the Netherworld.

No matter whether the assassination succeeded or not, his ultimate result would be death.

But for the great righteousness in his heart, for the millions of people in Yan, it would be a worthy death.

"This envoy from Yan is truly humble."

Hu Hai, on the side of the steps, looked at Jing Ke, his eyes full of undisguised mockery.

Fusu watched silently.

Under the gaze of the entire court of civil and military officials.

Jing Ke slowly walked to the imperial desk.

Placed the box on top of the imperial desk.

Then slowly opened the box, revealing a rolled-up map inside.

Jing Ke carefully took out the map.

Let go of the box.

The map slowly unfolded in front of Ying Zheng.

"Honorable King of Qin."

"A foreign minister introduces to you the view of the Duchang Territory," Jing Ke said respectfully.

Then slowly unfolded the map.

The scenes on the map gradually appeared before Ying Zheng’s eyes.

And Ying Zheng was completely engrossed in the map.

Yan.

Duchang Territory, a large granary.

Obtaining it would greatly enhance the national power of the Qin.

Enough to support more troops.

Jing Ke gradually opened the map.

But just when he reached the end.

Jing Ke suddenly moved, one hand pressing down on Ying Zheng’s hand.

"Hmm?"

Ying Zheng furrowed his brow, his expression suddenly changed.

Because he saw the dagger at the end of the map.

But Jing Ke did not waste any words.

Suddenly grasped the dagger, the other hand firmly pressing down on Ying Zheng, stabbing towards him.

The sudden change.

Zhao Gao, beside him, was stunned.

He shouted in terror, "Assassin, assassin..."

Ying Zheng leaned back sharply.

Jing Ke’s stab missed its mark.

Ying Zheng kicked out sharply, the table flew away, and Jing Ke was kicked aside.

But Jing Ke, after all, was a knight with martial skills.

With a flip, he picked up the dagger again, leaping up and stabbing towards Ying Zheng.

And this time.

Ying Zheng had no way to avoid it.

Even at such a critical moment, Ying Zheng’s complexion was somewhat pale.

"Great King."

"Quickly protect the Great King."

All the civil and military officials exclaimed in surprise.

But no one dared to rush up.

Even Fusu and Hu Hai, closest on the steps below, seemed frightened and helpless.

But at this moment.

Whoosh.

A cold flash shot in from outside the hall.

Like a thunderbolt.

In just the blink of an eye.

With a squelch.

The stabbing Jing Ke was given no time to react, intense pain came from his back, his whole body was uncontrollably propelled by this terrifying force.

With a crunch.

Jing Ke was pinned directly to the wall behind the throne, no matter how he struggled, his body couldn’t move, and the intense pain twisted his entire face.

At this moment.

Only then did everyone notice.

It was a sword that pinned Jing Ke to the wall behind the throne.

When they saw that sword.

Those who recognized it immediately exclaimed.

"It’s General Zhao Feng’s sword."

"Dragon Spring."

Han Fei exclaimed.

"Fortunately for this sword, otherwise the Great King would have really been in danger."

"Luckily."

"It was a close call."

Looking at the sword that pinned Jing Ke to the wall, the civil and military officials all breathed a sigh of relief.

The situation just now.

It was truly perilous.

If not for that sword.

Perhaps Ying Zheng would have met his end under Jing Ke’s sword.

Amid everyone’s worry.

A figure appeared from outside the hall.

It was Zhao Feng, looking urgent.

Upon seeing Jing Ke pinned to the wall, having already lost the strength to assassinate, Zhao Feng couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In the recent moment of crisis,

in fact, Zhao Feng had thrown this sword from the plaza.

It was with Divine Sense enveloping the entire Morning Discussion Hall that he accurately grasped Jing Ke’s position, otherwise Zhao Feng wouldn’t have been able to strike the sword so precisely.

And at this moment,

Ying Zheng also came to his senses. Looking at the chaos before him, and at Jing Ke pinned behind, Ying Zheng also showed a look of having survived a calamity.

He was almost harmed by Jing Ke.

Perhaps it was also due to the butterfly effect in the workings of fate.

Historically,

Ying Zheng was assassinated by Jing Ke, and at the critical moment, a medicine chest from Xia Wuqie was thrown, causing Jing Ke to fall and miss the fatal strike on Ying Zheng.

But now Xia Wuqie was not in the court at all and naturally didn’t use the medicine chest to throw either.

If it weren’t for Zhao Feng’s sword, perhaps he would have to rely on the Qin’s Qi Fortune for protection.

"Ah..."

Jing Ke let out a scream. The sword penetrated his body, and the intense pain made him cry out.

Meanwhile, Ying Zheng slowly stood up.

He looked at Jing Ke.

"You, why do you want to kill me?"

Ying Zheng looked at Jing Ke with a face full of confusion.

"The tyrannical Qin."

"Inciting war, harming the common people."

"If I don’t kill you, countless will die across the land." Jing Ke looked at Ying Zheng with a face full of hatred.

Even in pain, even as he teetered on the brink of death, his hatred towards the King of Qin was fully displayed.

It was not personal hatred, but public justice.

That’s how he saw it.

"For hundreds of years, how many have died in the endless struggles of the Various Countries?"

"Millions? Tens of millions?"

"I will eliminate the Various Countries and unify the land."

"To end the wars in the land."

"This is for the great cause of uniting Huaxia."

"In terms of weight, what’s lighter or heavier between a moment of war and an eternal struggle, do you not know?" Ying Zheng gazed at Jing Ke, his eyes conveying a hint of disappointment.

With those words,

Jing Ke’s expression changed.

He indeed hadn’t considered that aspect.

But now that the deed was done, he had no chance for regret.

"Just kill me then."

Jing Ke closed his eyes, unwilling to argue any further.

Meanwhile, within the hall, Qin Wuyang had already been captured by the Imperial Guard Army.

"Great King, are you alright?"

Zhao Feng quickly stepped forward, looking at Ying Zheng with concern.

Looking at Zhao Feng,

Ying Zheng’s face showed a look of being touched, and a sense of relief.

"If it weren’t for your Dragon Spring sword, I might have been killed by Jing Ke." Ying Zheng said with a smile.

"Luckily, I got here in time." Zhao Feng also smiled lightly.

This time, he rushed day and night, just in time.

Days and nights of frantic galloping; it wasn’t slower than an urgent report.

Ying Zheng glanced at Jing Ke pinned to the wall.

Then turned to face the entire court of officials and ministers.

"The Yan state is treacherous, sending an envoy to assassinate me; if it weren’t for Zhao Feng’s rescue, I might have died under the assassin’s sword."

"Pass my decree."

"Expose the evil deeds of the Yan state to the public, to the whole world."

"Qin declares war on the Yan state." Ying Zheng bellowed angrily.

At this moment,

Ying Zheng’s voice carried not only anger but also a sense of satisfaction.

Because,

he had been racking his brains for a reason to attack the Yan state, and they delivered it right to his doorstep.

Although this incident was extremely dangerous, almost successful for the assassin,

in the end, the Yan state provided a justified reason for military action.

For Ying Zheng, surviving this ordeal was ultimately a pleasant surprise.

"The Yan state is treacherous, assassinating the Great King."

"The entirety of Qin stands united against them."

"The Yan state must be eradicated."

The entire court of civil and military officials, filled with overwhelming hatred, loudly agreed.

At this moment,

almost every courtier had been hanging on by a thread, thinking Ying Zheng was really going to be assassinated.

But now that Ying Zheng was unharmed, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

For them,

if Ying Zheng had truly been killed, Qin would be in real danger.

The entire Qin might face disintegration.

Especially the Land of the Three Jins, which had only recently been controlled, would certainly plunge into chaos.

And now,

seeing Ying Zheng unharmed, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, naturally filled with hatred towards the Yan state.

If the ruler is humiliated, the subjects should die!

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