When they were brought before him, Zhao Feng waved a hand. "Kneel."
A trusted aide immediately lashed out with a kick.
THUD!
"Ah!" Zhao Yan cried out in pain as he was kicked to the ground.
"Zhao Yan," Ying Zheng said, looking down at him with mockery in his eyes. "We meet again. Have you missed me?"
Over a year ago, Zhao Yan himself had traveled to Xianyang to sign a treaty with Ying Zheng. But that treaty had been Ying Zheng's scheme from the very beginning. It was designed to make Zhao Yan let his guard down against Qin and attack Yan, thereby giving Qin the perfect opportunity to strike and conquer Zhao.
Now, the great feat of destroying a nation had been accomplished. Zhao Yan, who had been a lofty monarch just over a year ago, was now a prisoner at his feet. His former power and prestige were gone, leaving him only with his disgrace.
