The Idle King saw the red-clad guards for the first time, their pallor striking. He pointed at the group, "Red, the Red Guards!"
Only on the day of the power struggle had the Red Guards ever appeared.
No wonder Qin Wu was able to so effortlessly execute the treasonous Prince and seize power that day.
The Idle King's corpulent body trembled.
He muttered to himself, "No wonder... no wonder... It was all Father's arrangement."
The Red Guards had been given to Qin Wu all along.
He suddenly collapsed into despair, slumping to the ground, weeping loudly like a child.
Despite being Father's first son, he had received nothing!
He had nothing at all!
Even Qin Wu, that lowly daughter, had the protection of the Red Guards; why did he himself have nothing?
The Idle King couldn't understand it.
He sobbed so hard he couldn't catch his breath.
