He was Ying Zheng's sworn enemy, a life-and-death adversary. From a young age, he had been the one to bully Ying Zheng. Falling into Ying Zheng's hands would inevitably mean a fate worse than death.
I absolutely cannot be captured by Ying Zheng, Zhao Yan thought. He suddenly had a realization and hastily stripped off his King's robe, tossing it to the ground. Then he smeared his face with grime, discarded everything that symbolized his royal authority, and blended into the crowd to continue his escape.
At that moment, Zhao Feng took the lead in the pursuit, with over seventy of his trusted aides following closely behind.
"Stop at once," Zhao Feng commanded in a cold voice. "Otherwise, death."
