At the Yan-Zhao border, which was now the Qin-Yan Border.
On the Yan side, over a thousand Yan Army soldiers were already waiting. Meanwhile, on the Qin side, Zhao Feng personally led his trusted aides to the border, with Yan Dan placed upon a war chariot.
Zhao Feng turned his head to Yan Dan, who was still sitting on the war chariot. "Get off and walk back yourself."
Yan Dan frowned, clearly puzzled. "You're just letting me go like this?"
The fact that he wasn't being escorted to Xianyang was deeply perplexing. He even wanted to confront Ying Zheng and demand an explanation, but clearly, Ying Zheng would not give him that opportunity.
"Consider the fact that the alliance between Qin and Yan still stands, and that your state has paid a certain price," Zhao Feng said, glancing indifferently at Yan Dan. "Otherwise, did you really think you would be going back?"
