Zhao Feng slowly rode his horse forward, advancing toward the royal palace.

Soon.

He arrived within the royal palace.

Outside the Morning Discussion Hall.

King Ying Zheng stood with his hands together, wearing his ceremonial robe and crown, positioned at the top of the steps.

The civil and military officials were distributed on both sides beneath the steps.

"Return the horse to the palace, enjoy the pinnacle honor of military officials."

"The Great King's grace towards Zhao Feng is unparalleled."

Under the gaze of the hundred officials.

Zhao Feng slowly rode his horse forward, his horse's hooves stepping onto the Imperial Conference Square where no warhorse had ever trod before.

Such an honor.

Unprecedented.

"Feng'er."

King Ying Zheng looked at the mighty figure on the square with a gentle gaze, his eyes carrying an indescribable sense of relief.

Once.

King Ying Zheng had great expectations for many of his sons.

But often, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

None of his many sons had managed to impress him.

And now.

For Ying Zheng, it's like a ray of hope emerges from the darkness.

He has a son wholly comparable to himself, and this son is born from his own wife's bloodline.

As for the children born of concubines, Ying Zheng hardly paid any attention.

Such a fierce offspring, one is enough.

The fall of the Three Jins!

All are related to his son; the fall of every nation is his son's doing.

Looking across the world, who can achieve such a feat?

Only the son of Ying Zheng.

"Thus can be certain."

"Ying Bu reported that my father-in-law's gloomy demeanor surely has a hidden cause."

"Otherwise, King of Qin would not bestow such high grace upon me."

Witnessing such a grand welcome, the royal steps meeting, this is not just simple honor.

Though compared to the first time returning to the capital when King Ying Zheng personally came out of the city to greet him, this scale is still rare.

When approaching the steps.

Zhao Feng dismounted.

An Imperial Guard immediately stepped forward to hold the warhorse.

Then Ying Zheng waved his hand.

"Welcome back, General Zhao Feng, triumphant return to the capital."

All the civil and military officials cupped their hands in greeting.

Over a hundred officials shouted in unison, carrying a sense of awe.

Serving as interim rulers, Fusu and Hu Hai did the same.

"Zhao Feng."

"An exceptional talent."

Seeing Zhao Feng returning with such majesty, even Fusu couldn't help but ponder.

"If Zhao Feng could be my support, it would be perfect; with his favor in front of Father King, if he supports me, the position of Crown Prince is likely mine."

"Now that Fusu's entourage has offended him, this is my opportunity." Hu Hai's eyes shifted as he considered how to bind Zhao Feng completely to his side of the faction.

Under the ministers' welcome.

Zhao Feng slowly came to the center of the steps.

Upon seeing Ying Zheng at the top of the steps.

Zhao Feng bowed deeply: "Minister Zhao Feng, returning from the expedition against Wei, now returning to the capital to pay respects."

"Minister, pays respect to the Great King."

After speaking.

Zhao Feng bowed deeply.

Ying Zheng smiled, raised his right hand in a ceremonial gesture: "Rise."

"Thank you, Great King."

Zhao Feng stood upright.

Then.

Zhao Feng turned around.

He shouted to the square: "Bring the King of Wei!"

In response.

Zhang Ming and several trusted aides personally escorted.

The King of Wei, filled with fear and apprehension, held a box, presumably containing the Wei State's Imperial Seal and map.

Under the watchful eyes of Qin's gathering of civil and military officials.

The King of Wei's legs trembled as he gradually walked towards the steps.

Upon reaching the bottom of the steps.

The King of Wei knelt without a trace of royal dignity.

His voice trembled: "I, Ji clan Wei, pay respects to King of Qin."

The King of Wei placed the box on the ground and bowed his head deeply.

Ying Zheng stepped forward slightly, looking down at the King of Wei with immense pressure.

"Hmm." Ying Zheng let out a soft hum.

"Today."

"I willingly surrender my whole country; Wei no longer exists, and it merges into Qin."

"This is my Wei State's Imperial Seal and territorial map."

"Please, King of Qin, accept."

The King of Wei opened the box, revealing the Imperial Seal and map within.

"I accept your surrender."

Ying Zheng declared in a powerful voice.

"Thank you, King of Qin."

The King of Wei bowed deeply once again.

But at this moment, he still watched the King of Qin with extreme anxiety.

"Wei King surrenders to Qin."

"Avoiding tens of thousands of soldiers facing each other, preventing further slaughter."

"This is an achievement."

"I will foster the King of Wei in Xianyang, ensuring his needs for clothing, food, shelter, and wealth are not lacking at all."

"Permitting the restoration of the ancestral temple in the Grace Foster Mansion, preserving your Wei clan's incense offerings."

"Within Xianyang City."

"The King of Wei may go anywhere."

Ying Zheng spoke slowly.

This was his disposition towards the King of Wei.

Upon hearing this.

An unexplainable excitement appeared on the King of Wei's face, bowing deeply: "Thank you, Great King, for the generous grace."

This kind of favor was unseen for the Kings of Han and Zhao.

Before Qin's forces had moved against Wei, the King of Wei had already investigated the situations concerning the Kings of Han and Zhao.

After being captured by Qin.

They have been imprisoned in Xianyang City, but they had no chance to leave their confinement, especially King of Zhao having been locked in a dark, endless prison.

And he not only received support, but could also preserve the ancestral temples and further move freely in Xianyang City.

This was beyond what the Kings of Han and Zhao could dream of.

Meaning that as long as he remained in Xianyang City, he would live like a wealthy man.

This outcome naturally made the King of Wei extremely excited.

Originally, he had despaired about his future, anticipating nothing but eternal imprisonment, yet this turn of events brought him elation.

Regarding Ying Zheng's arrangements.

The ministers did not oppose.

The deep implications within.

Only the wise could comprehend.

Seeing Zhao Feng, he also gave a slight smile.

"Prime Minister Wang," Ying Zheng spoke.

"Old Minister here," Wang Wan immediately replied.

"Arrange a residence for the King of Wei along with his wives, concubines, and children; dispatch a hundred Imperial Guards to safeguard them well," Ying Zheng said solemnly.

Wang Wan immediately bowed: "Old Minister receives the decree."

Immediately.

The King of Wei was escorted away.

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