Zhao Gao's voice echoed within the grand hall.
Regarding this royal decree.
Back when Zhao Feng was still in the Land of Yan, it had been read once before. Therefore, this time, the proclamation as Martial Lord did not cause much shock in the court, as it was already an established matter.
"Minister Zhao Feng, thanks the Great King for the immense grace."
"I will not fail the Great King's expectations." Zhao Feng bowed and spoke loudly.
Regarding these honors.
Zhao Feng accepted them with complete composure.
In a single phrase, everything he deserved, he had earned through fighting for his life.
There might be royal favor.
But fundamentally, it was him who fought with his life.
Even from the time in the Logistics Army, it was so, fighting step by step.
"This is what you rightly earned with your military achievements." A smile appeared on Ying Zheng's face.
After speaking.
Ying Zheng surveyed the court, once again restoring that suffocating majesty.
