But thinking of the consequences of failure.
Qin Wuyang was trembling all over.
However, at this moment, the gazes of the court ministers were all focused on Jing Ke, so they did not notice Qin Wuyang's loss of composure.
Jing Ke held a brocade box, walking step by step towards the high position, each step seeming as if he were treading on the path to the Netherworld.
No matter whether the assassination succeeded or not, his ultimate result would be death.
But for the great righteousness in his heart, for the millions of people in Yan, it would be a worthy death.
"This envoy from Yan is truly humble."
Hu Hai, on the side of the steps, looked at Jing Ke, his eyes full of undisguised mockery.
Fusu watched silently.
Under the gaze of the entire court of civil and military officials.
Jing Ke slowly walked to the imperial desk.
Placed the box on top of the imperial desk.
Then slowly opened the box, revealing a rolled-up map inside.
Jing Ke carefully took out the map.
