"Since you're all here, let's enter the city quickly!"
Upon hearing this sentence, the three kings of Yan, Zhao, and Han exchanged glances without an ounce of hesitation and led their most beloved heirs into the city, heading straight for the Royal Palace of Wei Country.
As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the Royal Palace, they saw on top of the high city walls a tea table, and a young man, who appeared to be just twenty, holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine cup in the other, pouring and drinking on his own.
"You're quite well-informed to have arrived so promptly,"
Tang Yi sipped from his cup, looked down at the three kings from atop the city wall, and offered a slight smile.
"An envoy?"
The Kings of Yan, Zhao, and Han looked at each other once more, each detecting a hint of suspicion in the other's eyes.
No wonder they were suspicious; Tang Yi was simply too young, which couldn't help but raise doubts in their minds.
