At his words, the faces of all the ministers in the hall drained of color. They stared, utterly dumbfounded. Lu Zi was accepting him as a junior!
Th-th-this...
They were all in a daze, realizing that this Prince Zheng was about to soar to the heavens—he was truly about to make a meteoric rise!
On either side, Shang Yang and Duke Mu of Qin's eyes went wide. After a moment, Duke Mu of Qin came to his senses, ecstatic.
"I couldn't ask for anything more! I couldn't ask for more! Zheng'Er, what are you waiting for? Come and pay your respects!"
Zhao Zheng's heart hammered in his chest. He stepped forward respectfully, gazed at the venerable old man seated on the throne, and immediately performed a deep bow!
Lu Xuan smiled, stroking the long beard of his current form. He said:
"Though you cannot inherit my mantle, since you are now my junior, it is only right that I bestow a gift upon you."
