"The merit of this battle."
"All the elite soldiers and generals who attacked Chu have rendered great merit."
"How could I not know this?"
Ying Zheng let out a laugh.
With Zhao Feng's return,
the smile on Ying Zheng's face only grew deeper.
In the past, upon the court, Ying Zheng always wore a cold expression; only upon hearing reports of victory would a faint smile emerge, but now that had evidently changed.
"Huan Yi."
Ying Zheng spoke with authority.
"Your minister is here."
Huan Yi instantly bowed in salute.
"In this campaign against Chu, Shangjiangjun Huan Yi has rendered great merit."
"I hereby promote you two ranks in nobility, grant you a thousand gold, one hundred thousand coins, one thousand slaves, and a hundred pieces of jade artifacts," Ying Zheng declared solemnly.
"Your minister thanks the Great King's immense graciousness."
Huan Yi bowed again, overwhelmed with emotion.
