King Ying Zheng of Qin was born in Handan.

Not long ago, the iron cavalry under his command just broke through the city that nurtured him.

I suppose the palace I saw next to the Chu Palace outside the hall should be in the style of the Zhao Kingdom.

And the king who achieved this extraordinary feat is now seated on a bamboo mat in the center of the hall.

This man, who has just turned thirty and is in his prime, is taller than I imagined.

Even without standing up, one can still perceive his majestic and proud figure.

In comparison, even though Jing Ke can be considered a towering figure, standing in the empty center of the hall, he appears somewhat insignificant.

"Yan Kingdom envoy, present the tribute."

The ceremonial official standing at the side of the hall shouted loudly.

Jing Ke slightly turned his head, and I could see clearly. He took a few steps forward, opened the wooden box in his hand, and placed it on the ground behind him.

"Jing Ke, the Yan Kingdom envoy, presents the head of the Qin traitor Fan Yuqi to King Ying Zheng." Jing Ke's voice was clear, and he changed the term "tribute" to "present" in the official's announcement.

Hearing this, the statue-like King Ying Zheng finally moved. He lifted his head, and his expression hidden beneath the crown was revealed.

Only to see a hint of interest in his eagle-like eyes.

"Is there any other gift that the envoy wishes to present?"

Before the ceremonial official could speak again, he took the initiative to speak, emphasizing the word "present."

Jing Ke held up a map with both hands, showing no humility.

"Presenting the territory of Bashu, spanning a hundred li, as a gift from the Yan Kingdom. This is a map, personally presented by Jing Ke to King Ying Zheng."

His posture was upright, step by step, approaching King Ying Zheng.