Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 291: Chapter 141: Ying Zheng: General Zhao, You’d Better Freshen Up First! (Part 3)

”Zheng’er, is the art of ruling a country found in its monarch? The way of a king is to control his ministers; have you learned these things?”

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Scenes from many years ago flashed one after another through Ying Zheng’s mind.

Years have passed. Things remain, but people have changed. Mother. Dong’er. Teacher...

Ying Zheng gazed at the courtyard before him, an indescribable emotion welling up inside. Perhaps only in this place could he reveal such a vulnerable side.

Before his return to Qin, their relationship was one of a loving mother and a filial son; his mother had been willing to give up everything for him, even her own life. Before his return to Qin, his mother had still treated Dong’er like a future daughter-in-law, caring for her in every possible way.

But after returning to Qin, everything changed.

”Father-in-law, I have already given the order,” Ying Zheng said, turning to Xia Wuqie. ”Search the entire city. The moment there is any trace of Dong’er, report it immediately to me. Let’s hope the outcome won’t disappoint us.”

”Indeed, let’s hope so,” Xia Wuqie agreed with a nod. Subsequently, he asked, ”Great King, how do you plan to deal with Zhao Yan?”

”Death is too easy a fate for him,” Ying Zheng said coldly. ”I will make him wish he were dead. In a few days, once Handan is thoroughly purged, I will take him to my teacher’s grave myself and make him give an account.”

”And what about the people of the Zhao state?” Xia Wuqie asked.

”Father-in-law, after all these years, do you still not understand me?” Ying Zheng turned to look at Xia Wuqie. ”If I were an ordinary man, my feud with Zhao Yan of Zhao would be a personal one. But I am a king. The Zhao state will fall, and its people will become my people. As long as they submit to Qin, I will treat them the same as the people of Qin, just as I have treated the people of Han. This is not just for the Zhao state; one day, I will treat all people of Huaxia under the heavens as one.”

”I once promised Dong’er that if I became king, I would create a world without war or fratricidal strife and maintain peace for all under heaven. This, I will always remember,” Ying Zheng declared with a solemn expression, as if reiterating his promise to Xia Wuqie.

Upon hearing this, Xia Wuqie bowed deeply to Ying Zheng and said, ”This old servant thanks the Great King on behalf of the millions of people of Zhao.”

Clearly, Xia Wuqie had been worried that Ying Zheng would target the common folk out of spite for the humiliation and resentment he had suffered in Zhao. Though he knew Ying Zheng’s character, Xia Wuqie still felt compelled to offer a reminder.

”Father-in-law, there is no need for such formalities,” Ying Zheng quickly stepped forward to help Xia Wuqie up.

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「In the Wounded Soldier Camp!」

Master Chen was frantic. Besides him, hundreds of military doctors throughout the camp were bustling about without a moment’s rest. The entire camp was filled with wails. The battle had been too fierce. There were tens of thousands of wounded soldiers, yet there were fewer than six hundred military doctors, and that was the total number from the entire Lantian Camp.

”Chief! We’ve run out of hemostatic medicine! We need more supplies allocated!”

”Chief, Doctor Lin fainted from exhaustion!”

”Chief, please reassign some people! We haven’t closed our eyes in days!”

”The medical supplies are nowhere near enough...”

The camp echoed not only with cries of pain but also with the urgent shouts of military doctors as they shuttled back and forth, voicing their needs.

”Quickly, report to the Shangjiangjun!” Master Chen said, though he was at his wit’s end. ”Have them allocate medical supplies at once! The camp’s supplies for the wounded are completely insufficient!” Faced with the pleas of the military doctors, he had no other choice but to request more medicine from his superiors.

”Understood! I’ll go at once!” an attendant replied, quickly hurrying away.

”Alas,” Master Chen sighed. ”There are too many wounded this time. It far exceeds the number our camp can treat.”

”Master Chen.”

Zhao Feng’s voice sounded in his ear. Upon hearing it, Master Chen’s face lit up with joy. ”General Zhao, what brings you here?”

”The Battle of Handan is over. Naturally, I came to the Wounded Soldier Camp to see if there’s anything I can help with,” Zhao Feng said with a slight smile.