We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Upon hearing this, the Baekje King's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly:

"General! Why has it come to this?! There is still room for improvement. As long as I and the King..."

Shazhachang raised his hand slightly to stop the King of Baekje from speaking.

His face began to turn an abnormal bluish-gray color, and fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead, but his body still sat upright.

"Your Majesty...there is no need to persuade me any further."

Shazha spoke with difficulty, his voice becoming somewhat weak, but extremely firm:

"Since Baekje has decided to submit to the Kingdom of Bon, if it wants to survive under King Bon's rule, it must... must adopt the proper attitude."

For some reason, Shazhachang's breathing began to quicken.

"Our heads are Baekje's token of surrender... surrender... you, you..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly covered his chest.

A large amount of black and sticky blood splattered on the smooth floor, shocking to the eye.

The King of Baekje stepped forward in shock, his voice trembling: "General, you!"

Shazhachang waved his hand to stop the Baekje king from supporting him.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes began to wander, but he still tried to focus on the face of the King of Baekje.

He pleaded intermittently, "I, a guilty minister... before coming here... I have taken a deadly poison... There is no medicine... and no cure... Please... after my death... cut off my head... and Park Nam-geon's... and present it to the King... If the King... is still worried... you can... exterminate my entire clan... to prevent future troubles..."

Shazha panted and pleaded with his last bit of strength:

"I only beg... Your Majesty, please show mercy... My... old subordinates... They... were just following orders... They are completely unaware of this matter... I beg Your Majesty... to give them... a way... to survive..."

Looking at this former great general of Baekje, he now had such a tragic end.

Even though the King of Baekje once hated him to the core, his eyes were slightly red and his throat was choked with sobs.

He nodded seriously and said in a deep voice, "I promise you that I will treat the general's former subordinates well!"

Hearing this promise, Shazha's usually tense body suddenly relaxed.

"Your Majesty..." Shazha Chang held the Baekje King's hand and said softly, "Take care."

Then, the last glimmer of light in his eyes faded, and his head drooped slowly and weakly.

Inside the hall, there was only the strong smell of blood and a heavy, dead silence.

The King of Baekje looked at Shazhaka's drooping head and felt mixed emotions.

There is both relief at escaping the disaster and sighing for the end of this veteran.

More importantly, he felt a deep chill towards Li Che.

How majestic it is that he forced a country's general to death just by relying on his reputation while he was still thousands of miles away.

He was about to call someone in to collect the body and arrange the funeral.

Suddenly, a calm voice abruptly sounded from the deepest corner of the hall.

"Your Majesty, please be silent."

The King of Baekje was shocked all over and looked in the direction of the sound. The fear was like a cold snake wrapping around his back.

There's actually a third person in this hall? !

The King of Baekje shouted, "Who is it?"

The shadows moved, and a figure dressed in ordinary eunuch clothes slowly walked out.

He was not tall and had a handsome face, but his eyes were not humble at all, as expected of a eunuch. Instead, they were like two bottomless ancient wells, staring directly at the King of Baekje.

The King of Baekje recognized this face. It was an inconspicuous eunuch in the palace, who usually only did odd jobs such as sweeping and running errands.

He was instantly seized by a huge sense of deception and was filled with anger:

"You? You daring dog slave! Didn't I order everyone to retreat? Why are you here? What do you want to do?!"

The young eunuch ignored the Baekje king's rage, his face still as cold as ice:

"Please calm your anger, Your Majesty. I am a night watchman serving the kingdom. I have been lurking by Your Majesty's side under His Majesty's orders, solely to protect His Majesty."

He bowed slightly, his posture respectful, but his eyes were cold.

"Night Watch?!"

The King of Baekje was struck by lightning, his face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat instantly soaked his inner clothes.

He had never heard of the Night Watch, but he knew it must be the spy department of Feng State.

Prince Feng had actually already placed spies around him, even deep in the palace, next to the throne!

The overwhelming fear nearly suffocated him, and his mind began to frantically flash back to his daily words and actions. Had he ever said anything disrespectful to the King? Had he ever had any thoughts that shouldn't be known?

The night watchman seemed to see through his thoughts and continued in that flat tone:

"I have heard all of Shazha Chang's conversation with the king and have recorded it."

He raised a small scroll that had appeared in his hand.

"Your Majesty, do not worry. Since this incident was indeed the work of Shazha Chang in collusion with foreign enemies, and Your Majesty is completely unaware of it, Your Majesty will be wise and will not implicate Your Majesty or the innocent people of Baekje."

The King of Baekje just nodded unconsciously, his mind still immersed in fear, unable to utter a word.

The night watchman stopped looking at him and turned his gaze to Shazhachang's corpse on the ground. His voice turned cold:

"As for Shazhachang, Your Majesty, please immediately and strictly keep secret the news of his death."

"He has many former subordinates, and their connections are complex. If the news leaks out, it will trigger a mutiny and chaos, hindering your highness's plan to quell the rebellion in Japan." He paused, his cold gaze sweeping across the Baekje King's pale face again. "I'm afraid your highness can't bear the consequences of such a situation!"

The King of Baekje felt a chill running from his feet straight to his head. He swallowed hard.

"I...I understand. Everything...everything is up to your arrangement."

The night watchman nodded slightly, accepting the answer.

He said no more, walked towards Shazhachang's body, and reached out to drag the heavy body.

"and many more!"

The King of Baekje suddenly came to his senses, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning, causing him to blurt out:

"You... Since you can lurk around me, then do you think you have people planted around the Pu brothers, around Sha Zhachang, and even around Silla?"

The night watchman dragged the corpse without stopping. He didn't even look up, but just sneered:

"Ah."

This sneer was like an ice spike piercing the heart of the King of Baekje.

The night watchman said calmly, "I can't say."

The King of Baekje felt a chill in his heart. He was a smart man and sometimes he knew the answer without a precise reply.

After all, the Night's Watch said 'can't say' rather than 'no'.

Come to think of it, if the Night Watchmen could sneak into the palace, why couldn't they sneak into the General's Mansion?

"If that's the case, when they were secretly plotting a rebellion, why...why didn't you stand up and expose it? Why didn't you report it to the King?"

The night watchman finally dragged Shazhachang's body off the ground, making a dull friction sound.

He then turned his head, looked at the King of Baekje with his calm eyes, and asked calmly:

"Your Majesty, why do you think... we didn't report it?"