Good ministers are matched with powerful monarchs, and such is the state of Qin today.
"The great ambition of the former kings, the great ambition of the Old Qin People," Ying Zheng said with boundless dominance as he looked down upon Handan. "I will never forget. Only Qin can unify all under Heaven. I will surely achieve it."
Once Handan fell, the state of Zhao would perish. Qin would have annihilated two of the Three Jins, and Zhao had been the strongest of them all. Looking out over the entire realm, only Chu possessed power comparable to Zhao's; one might even say their national strengths were on par.
As time passed, Ying Zheng remained on the city tower, his hands clasped behind his back, never descending. Compared to staying inside a campaign tent, Ying Zheng much preferred the feeling of having Handan City under his feet. This sensation of a king's triumphant return, tinged with a feeling of vengeance, was immensely satisfying to him.
Roughly six hours passed.
"Report!"
