Upon hearing this.
Ying Xi's expression subtly changed.
"Does the Great King not trust this subject?"
Ying Xi hurriedly spoke to Ying Zheng, looking like a wounded loyal minister.
"Judging by Zongzheng's demeanor, indeed, I do not trust him."
At this moment.
The world is united, imperial power in hand, Ying Zheng harbored no good feelings.
Listening to this unrestrained tone.
Ying Xi's face completely transformed.
And this moment!
Numerous ministers echoed Ying Zheng's decree, heading towards the Dew Spring.
Soon.
Han Fei.
Huai Zhuang.
Wang Jian.
Feng Quji.
Each holding a bowl filled with spring water approached.
"First Emperor."
"The spring water has been gathered."
Han Fei raised a bowl and said.
"Lords, come and witness."
Ying Zheng waved his hand and commanded authoritatively.
The ministers gathered around.
While Ying Xi stood aside with a very unpleasant expression.
This time.
It was indeed his last gamble.
