Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 750 Chapter 308: Let Emperor Qin Shi Huang and the Hundred Officials Witness the True Course of History!

Right after Ying Zheng uttered those words.

A short distance away.

Zhao Feng, dressed in his royal robes with a sword hanging at his waist, strode leisurely toward Ying Zheng's position.

Witnessing Zhao Feng's safe return.

Undoubtedly.

Countless individuals felt profound letdown, mingled with unease and concern.

The assassination plotters were surely gripped by fear.

"Seeing that I'm still alive, are some of you disappointed?"

Zhao Feng advanced, casting a chilling gaze around.

Numerous people involuntarily bowed their heads, too afraid to meet his eyes.

Yet.

Zhao Feng had no desire to linger on talk.

"Ren Xiao."

Zhao Feng called out sharply.

"I am here."

Ren Xiao replied at once.

"When I name someone, seize them," Zhao Feng commanded icily.

"Yes."

Ren Xiao bowed promptly.

Then he signaled with his hand.

Dozens of Imperial Guards swiftly assembled.

Court ministers were baffled, while the conspirators trembled in terror.

"Huai Zhuang."

Zhao Feng's eyes locked onto Huai Zhuang.

A pair of Imperial Guards moved forward without pause upon hearing the name, heading straight to his location.

Imperial Guards.

Loyal to the Emperor.

With Zhao Feng now commanding the Qin forces, the Imperial Guards answered to him.

"Your Highness, why is this?"

In that instant.

Huai Zhuang maintained his composure, feigning bewilderment as if deeply unjustly accused.

"Confess outright, and I might hold you in higher regard," Zhao Feng replied coldly.

"I don't understand, Your Highness?"

At this juncture.

Huai Zhuang kept up the pretense, aware that denial was his only hope to protect himself and his kin.

"Qin rules through law, governs the realm by law."

"Even as Crown Prince with great authority, you can't target a veteran official without proof."

"Our past disputes with the Crown Prince were purely official matters."

"I won't yield if you strike without cause."

"The Hundred Officials won't accept it, nor will the world."

Huai Zhuang fired back, yelling defiantly at Zhao Feng.

"Is that so?"

Zhao Feng smirked, his face unchanging.

"Chen Lin."

"Kuai Zhi."

"Hu Wu."

"Wang Zhi."

...

Name after name rang out from Zhao Feng's lips.

Guard after guard surged in, capturing the named individuals on the spot.

In moments.

Over thirty ministers by the stairs were detained.

With that, Zhao Feng ceased naming.

Still.

The prisoners shouted fervently about their innocence.

Clearly.

They assumed that even as Crown Prince, Zhao Feng lacked grounds to move against them.

Disregarding their uproar, Zhao Feng stated evenly: "You fancy yourselves shrewd, convinced your schemes left no traces or proof, yet you've misjudged me gravely."

"You must realize I headed to Yong City precisely to draw you into action, since you'd never dare strike in Xianyang."

"This round, I've nabbed a good number."

Zhao Feng sneered while scanning the thirty captured ministers.

"I fail to grasp your meaning, Your Highness." Huai Zhuang insisted, though turmoil churned within him.

Zhao Feng's unshaken demeanor filled him with dread.

"Huai Zhuang."

"Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"To unify the world."

"I am not like my father."

"He clings to protocols, honors rigid statutes."

"I'm forged in the army, blunt in my ways."

"Evidence or not, I will have you executed," Zhao Feng sneered mockingly.

Hearing this.

Huai Zhuang and his allies finally descended into true panic.

"Does the Crown Prince not fear the people's outrage?" Huai Zhuang clenched his teeth.

"The people's outrage?"

"Are you worthy to speak for them?"

"Very well."

"Since you crave the truth before death, I'll indulge you."

Zhao Feng grinned and gestured.

Elsewhere.

Footsteps echoed.

Zhang Ming marched in with hundreds of elite soldiers, pairs of them dragging captives.

The court officials strained to look.

At the sight.

Huai Zhuang and his group's expressions twisted in horror, faces ashen as death.

"Your Highness."

"All have been brought."

Zhang Ming bowed reverently.

"Huai Xiang."

"You who claim to voice the people's will, esteemed ministers."

"Have you words left?"

"Your scheme was clever and ruthless—to wipe out threats the moment I returned to Xianyang—but I had eyes on you far earlier. I worried more about your inaction than your disguises," Zhao Feng remarked smilingly.

This time.

Several ministers broke down.

"Mercy, Your Highness."

"Huai Xiang led us all; we were forced, blameless."

"We beg the Crown Prince's mercy."

"Your Highness..."

Dozens of ministers dropped to their knees, pleading in terror.

"It's over."

Huai Zhuang let out a heavy sigh, his visage drained of color.

"Let me loose."

"What grounds for my arrest?"

"How dare you!"

"Release me..."

At once.

Outraged protests erupted.

Two soldiers hauled forward Hu Hai.

Spotting Hu Hai.

The Hundred Officials gasped in shock.

"Prince Hu Hai?"

"Was he part of the assassination against the Crown Prince?"

"Such audacity!"

"He must resent losing the Crown Prince spot to him."

"Even without it, it wouldn't have been his anyway."

"Hu Hai is doomed this time..."