Fong Yuanyang looked up again at Lord Zheng, surprisingly showing a smile,
and said:
"Prince?"
For some unknown reason, upon seeing Fong Yuanyang, Lord Zheng felt much more at ease.
Loyal generals had grown too tiresome, finally encountering someone pliable.
If all the Chu people were steadfastly loyal, the Yan Army's iron cavalry would truly face tough resistance.
"Rise."
"Thank you, Prince."
The officer said:
"Lord, this man voluntarily led his guard to surrender."
"That counts as a merit for you."
"Thank you, Lord!"
The officer led his men away.
Immediately,
Lord Zheng pointed at Fong Yuanyang,
and said:
"Give him a seat."
Xue Three pulled over a chair.
Fong Yuanyang sat down with great aristocratic grace, even adjusting his long hair at the temples.
Zhou Huaizong looked at him and shouted:
"What are you doing, what are you doing!"
Fong Yuanyang seemed not to hear, and instead said to Lord Zheng:
