"Give the King of Chu a grand burial, seek out the Royal Tomb of Chu, and inter him within it with the rites of a lord."
"Yes."
Zhang Ming immediately accepted the order.
With this King of Chu, Zhao Feng had already slain two kings with his own hands.
He killed the King of Yan,
because he colluded with Foreign Tribes, plunged Huaxia into chaos, and slaughtered the Huaxia People.
As for traitors to the race, Zhao Feng could absolutely not tolerate them.
But today,
for a monarch such as Fu Chu, Zhao Feng was the first to regard him with respect.
After settling matters with the Queen of Chu,
Zhao Feng slowly walked up the steps, glanced at the throne, then looked down upon the Chu Officials gathered in the hall.
"Do you choose to surrender, or not?"
As his words fell,
the dozens of remaining court ministers all fell to their knees.
"We are willing to surrender."
All replied with quavering voices.
Seeing this,
a trace of disappointment flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes.
