Watching the figure of the King of Wei being taken away.

Ying Zheng waved his hand.

Immediately, the Imperial Guard Army picked up the boxes on the ground that held the Imperial Seal and the Carriage Map.

Then.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Feng in front of him and smiled gently.

"Zhao Feng."

"Come with me into the hall."

Without waiting for Zhao Feng to speak.

Ying Zheng took a step forward.

Directly grabbed Zhao Feng's right arm, pulling him toward the Morning Discussion Hall.

Zhao Feng followed Ying Zheng's lead into the hall.

Seeing Ying Zheng enter the Morning Discussion Hall.

After waiting for a moment, the officials also orderly entered the hall.

Inside the Morning Discussion Hall!

It remained solemn and imposing.

Zhao Feng was directly pulled by Ying Zheng to the steps before the throne.

And Ying Zheng did not sit down immediately, but looked toward the officials in front.

"Honorable officials."

"Zhao Feng has returned victorious from defeating Wei."

"This is my joy, and the joy of Qin."

"From now on, the Three Jins return to Qin."

Ying Zheng laughed heartily, addressing the full assembly of civil and military officials.

"Congratulations to the Great King."

"Congratulations to Qin."

The full assembly of civil and military officials raised their court tablets and shouted.

"Zhao Gao, announce the decree."

Ying Zheng waved his hand.

The entire assembly of civil and military officials was startled, their expressions puzzled, looking at Ying Zheng and then at Zhao Gao, who held the Royal Edict.

"Could it be that the Great King has more rewards for Zhao Feng?"

Many ministers couldn't help but think to themselves.

Previously, Zhao Feng was already rewarded with a two-rank peerage promotion; could there possibly be further rewards?

Under the watchful eyes of the court ministers.

Zhao Gao opened the Royal Edict and read aloud: "Edict from the King of Qin!"

"Protector-General of the Wu'an Military Camp, Zhao Feng, has rendered meritorious service to the state, and with the downfall of the Three Jins, Zhao Feng has contributed greatly to Qin's expansion of territory."

"Now, I am greatly comforted."

"Grant Zhao Feng the privilege to enter the court without hastening, to receive ceremonies without being named, and to ascend the hall with sword and shoes."

The words fell.

The entire assembly was astonished.

All eyes were fixed on Zhao Feng, then glanced anxiously at Ying Zheng.

In this era.

Whether civil or military officials, everyone wore swords while walking.

Martial virtue was the fashion of the time.

But to enter the hall for an audience.

Guards at the hall gate would conduct searches, and no weapons could be worn, nor shoes brought into the hall.

There were special racks outside the hall to place swords.

Shoes were kept by designated temple officials.

But with such an honor bestowed upon Zhao Feng.

There was no need to remove shoes in the hall, and he could carry a sword into the hall.

Such an honor, apart from Zhao Feng, no one else in the entire court had it.

In the hall, the gathered officials were all gazing with a stunned expression, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

This granting of authority.

Was a testament to the absolute trust the King of Qin had in Zhao Feng.

Arming oneself in the hall posed a threat to the monarch, naturally.

Especially since Zhao Feng was a seasoned military general.

The number of people who died by his sword was countless; if Zhao Feng intended harm to the King of Qin, it might really be possible.

But clearly.

This Royal Edict showed the King of Qin's trust in him.

Perhaps.

This was also a significant gift to Zhao Feng upon his return to court, which shattered more than half of the rumors about the King of Qin trying to suppress the Wang Family and the Zhao Family circulating in the court these days.

"Enter the court without hastening, receive ceremonies without being named, ascend the hall with sword and shoes!"

"Is this not the hallmark of future traitors and villains?"

"The King of Qin actually bestowed it upon me."

Hearing these particularly familiar three phrases, Zhao Feng couldn't help but complain inwardly.

Thinking of the later Eastern Han Dynasty.

Dong Zhuo?

Cao Cao?

Did they not attain such authority, towering over the court ministers and hundred officials?

"Senior General, accept the edict."

Zhao Gao turned, looking respectfully at Zhao Feng.

"Great King."

"Such authority is too vast; I am unworthy to accept it."

Zhao Feng immediately turned, bowing to Ying Zheng.

"I have granted it, so you are worthy to accept it."

Ying Zheng smiled, but his words left no room for argument.

"Accept the edict."

Ying Zheng commanded authoritatively.

Seeing this.

"Thank you for the Great King's benevolence."

Zhao Feng bowed, accepting the Royal Edict from Zhao Gao's hands.

"Take your seat."

Ying Zheng smiled at Zhao Feng.

"Yes."

Zhao Feng immediately responded, holding the Royal Edict as he walked to his seat.

Upon reaching the row of military officials.

The seat initially occupied by his father-in-law among the military officials was now empty, with Wang Jian sitting in the second position, smiling as Zhao Feng approached.

Clearly.

Now, Zhao Feng, being at the seventeenth rank of peerage, was the indisputable first-ranked peer within the entire Qin, and also the premier among the military officials.

Now that he had returned to court.

This leading position among military officials naturally belonged to Zhao Feng.

"Father-in-law."

As he drew near.

Zhao Feng lowered his voice in greeting.

"Sit, anything to say, we can discuss at home." Wang Jian smiled.

Seeing Zhao Feng's return.

Wang Jian was naturally delighted.

Especially with thoughts in his heart, it was even more gratifying.

His son-in-law was the Eldest Imperial Son of Qin after all.

"Hmm."

Zhao Feng nodded, taking his seat directly.

Noticing Meng Wu on Wang Jian's right, Zhao Feng also nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Meng Wu returned the nod courteously.

Once seated.

Zhao Feng keenly sensed many gazes focusing on him.

Especially across from him.

Wang Wan's expression was fluctuating as he watched, seemingly sneaking glances.

Feeling Wang Wan's gaze, Zhao Feng showed no fear, lifting his head to meet Wang Wan's sneaky glances, a cold smile and unhidden killing intent on his face.

Once.

Zhao Feng might have tolerated them a bit, not bothering to bicker with them, but since they repeatedly targeted him, it meant breaking all ties; Zhao Feng saw no need to fear them.

Feeling the killing intent in Zhao Feng's eyes.

Wang Wan's body trembled as if a ferocious beast was eyeing him.

He dared not look any longer, lowering his head.

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