Chapter 14: The Wrath of King Zhao

  Three years of house arrest, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er were always hungry, worrying about filling their stomachs at all times, but there was no progress. Now, Qin Yiren effortlessly made Zhao Ping promise to provide food, which is the best news in the world, making them happier than anything else.

  What makes them even happier is that Zhao Ping, the one who has been pushing their miserable lives to the limit, finally admits defeat and concedes completely. The hardships he has brought upon them are countless, and they have always been thinking of seeking justice but to no avail. This turn of events is just too delightful for them, and they can't help but feel joyful all over.

  "Wow, Master Qin is amazing!" Meng Zhao, Ma Ge, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er's eyes sparkled with excitement as they inwardly praised and flattered Qin Yiren to the skies.

  Unlike Meng Zhao and his enthusiastic crowd, Qin Yiren still looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment. Zhao Ping watched with a mixture of shock and amazement, muttering to himself: "If this can't move you, what would it take to stir your heart?"

  He didn't know that Qin Yi's heart was surging with emotions, yet he didn't show it. He had only been in the Warring States period for a mere three or two days, and the hunger he had endured was the most he had experienced in his life. He dreamed of solving the problem of food every day, and now that his dream had come true, how could he not be excited?

  Qin Yiren didn't show his true self because he knew that by pretending to retreat, he could maximize his benefits and gain even more advantages.

  As expected, this move was effective. Zhao Ping cried with a sad face and said: "Master Yi, if it doesn't work like this, how can you let me go? Speak up, say something, whether it's possible or not, give me an answer."

  If farting was useful, he would have given his anus to Qin Yiren without hesitation.

  "It's better not to say it." Qin Yiren hesitated for a long time, like a shy daughter-in-law, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

  Zhao Ping was overjoyed, and his smile grew thicker as he said: "Master Qian, please speak your mind. I'll do my best to make it happen, no matter what." He spoke with conviction, his words firm and resolute.

  "Since you're so sincere, I'll say it." A sly glint flashed in Qin Yiren's eyes and then disappeared.

  "Sir, you may speak, please speak." Zhao Ping was extremely respectful, like a flattering dog.

  "You know, I am a prince..." Qin Yiren's words had just begun when he was interrupted by Zhao Ping.

  Zhao Ping only heard the joyful and cheerful tone, singing: "The strange gentleman is a prince of the Great Qin, the Great Qin is the strongest among the seven major warring states, the strongest among the warring states, making the six nations of Shandong flee in fear..."

  The State of Qin was scolded as a country of tigers and wolves, which was first scolded by Zhao Su Hou, the monarch of the State of Zhao. The State of Zhao deeply hated the State of Qin, and would grit their teeth when they saw people from Qin. At this time, Zhao Ping didn't have any hateful intention at all. Look at his smile, as if the State of Qin was the country he yearned for most.

  "...As a prince, I naturally have the demeanor of a prince. Since childhood, I've been dressed in fine clothes and fed with delicacies from mountains and seas, delicious dishes, never-ending feasts." Qin Yiren made his move.

  The luxurious life of the prince, with expensive clothes and food, made Zhao Ping's heart bleed, but he smiled even more warmly and said: "I will definitely let you live a good life like a prince."

  "How can this be, it's too much, I really can't accept it." Qin Yiren feigned humility, shaking his hands straight, with an air of being unable to receive it.

  At this time, Zhao Ping just wanted to shut Qin Yiren's mouth, and he was afraid that he wouldn't respond, so he hastily said: "Alright, alright, a thousand times alright, ten thousand times alright!" Looking at his appearance, it seemed as if he had so much money that it was burning his hands, and he couldn't find someone to spend it with quickly enough.

  "I'm the prince, I still have to wear gold and silver, jade decorations for you to think about, don't want jade inlaid with gold, just gold inlaid with jade." Qin Yiren had an expression of consideration for Zhao Ping.

  "Can you be more ruthless?" Zhao Ping shouted in his heart, really wanting to ask Qin Yi a clear question, but could only think about it in his heart, not daring to fart, and said on the surface: "I will definitely do it, I will definitely do it."

  Jade inlaid with gold is the highest jade decoration making technique of the Warring States period, only a good craftsman can do it, and such a good craftsman is hard to find. Although gold inlaid with jade is slightly inferior to jade inlaid with gold, it's still very valuable, and a piece of gold inlaid with jade is priceless.

  Fortunately, Zhao Ping had brought back a lot of good things from his three trips to rob Qin Yiren, which could also be used to support them.

  "They also have to be like that." Qin Yiren pointed at Meng Zhao, Ma Gai, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Miao Er one by one, saying: "To wear brocade clothes and eat fine food, to wear gold and silver on their heads."

  A word from Qin Yiren, Zhao Ping smashed the pot and sold iron to barely hold on, plus Meng Zhao and his five men, with Zhao Ping's financial resources, no matter what, he couldn't hold on. His face twisted into a bitter melon, begging: "Master Yiren, I was wrong, I won't dare again, please show mercy and spare me, I beg of you."

  "No way!" Qin Yiren flatly refused, saying: "In the past three years, you've robbed me of countless precious goods. Now that I'm asking for a little interest, you're acting pitiful? Otherwise, let's calculate the interest properly."

  "Master, you're too soft-hearted, don't listen to him, it's better to follow what Zhao Sheng said." A clever and agile person shouted loudly.

  "That's right, we can't let him off." Meng Zhao, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Miao Er all loudly echoed in agreement.

  "Are you still going to be stubborn, Young Master?" Zhao Ping knew that he couldn't disagree, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

  "Not many, just a few. I want..." Qin Yiren counted on his fingers.

  "Agreed!" Zhao Ping gritted his teeth in response.

  "I..."

  "Success..."

  Qin Yiren kept making demands, until finally Zhao Ping knelt on the ground, shivering all over, sweating profusely, as if he had been soaked in water. In his heart, he was shouting: "I've seen ruthless people, but I've never seen anyone as ruthless as you! I robbed you three times, it's not as bad as you robbing me once. Ah, you're really good at talking, I'm even more miserable than being robbed by a thief three times!"

  To survive, Zhao Ping was always willing to help, sending all the food Qin Yiren and his men needed. They cooked their meals themselves and ate until they were full.

  Looking at the house full of piled up clothes and food, Meng Zhao, Ma Ge, Fan Tong, Hei Bo and Mo Er were all flushed with happiness, wrapped in a huge sense of bliss.

  For the first time in their lives, they didn't have to worry about food!

  "Now that the problem of warmth and fullness has been solved, it's time to solve the problem of being under house arrest. But how can this house arrest be lifted?" Qin Yiren let out a satisfied belch, leaned back against the wall, and began to ponder.

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  Handan has been the capital of Zhao for some years, initially known for its chaos and disorder. Since the heroic and ambitious King Wuling of Zhao took power, he implemented the "Hu clothing and archery" strategy, making Zhao's national strength stronger day by day, becoming the axis of Shandong and the only major power that can rival Qin.

  From then on, the importance of Handan became increasingly prominent. The Zhao state expanded and renovated Handan, which eventually became the political and economic center of the six states in Shandong.

  Handan's layout is solemn and formed a "North Wangcheng, East Weishi, South Gongshang, West Nongmu" pattern.

  The northern capital is currently experiencing a storm of unprecedented proportions. The current King Zhao, Zhao Xiao Cheng Wang, is in a great rage.