King Jiang Xian of Qi sat in the room, his face already full of displeasure as he listened to the gunfire outside. He had never imagined that one day, his enemies would be so close to him.
He had always thought of himself as a good king, and took pride in controlling the court, leaving his ministers without the slightest ambition.
He really never dreamed that one day he would be driven to such a sorry state by the southern neighbor, because just over a year ago, that neighbor was the weak Zheng Country!
That Zheng Country, which had been ground into the dust by the Shen Country, its national strength exhausted and its people suffering, was on the verge of being divided between his Qi Country and the more southern Chu Country.
But now, in less than two years, this weak Zheng Country had just changed its national title and damn it, turned from weak Zheng into strong Tang!
How could anyone accept this? How could that incompetent King of Zheng be compared to him, Jiang Xian?
