From a king to a prisoner, King Beimo had already seen through life and death.
The reason he was still alive was because the Daqi Dynasty had not mistreated him.
He held onto a glimmer of hope to live on; only by living could he wash away the shame. Dying like this would leave a stain on his name forever.
But even though he was reduced to a prisoner, he still looked down on those he deemed unworthy.
Only two people in the Daqi Dynasty earned his respect.
One was the Heir of Duke Xian, who established the Flying Tiger Army fifteen years ago.
The other was Marquis Dongxiang, who rebuilt the Flying Tiger Army fifteen years later.
One was exceptionally talented, unparalleled.
The other had remarkable perseverance, valuing loyalty and duty.
No one else caught King Beimo's eye.
Having seen past life and death, how could he regard Duke Chong as important?
King Beimo closed his eyes tightly, unmoved by Duke Chong's coercion and enticement.
