"Zhao Gao!"
"These Confucian Scholars are really too noisy!"
"Drive them all away."
Upon hearing Emperor Ying Zheng's order, Zhao Gao, the official of the Imperial Chariot, couldn't help but be stunned, hesitation clearly written across his face.
Seeing Zhao Gao hesitating, Emperor Ying Zheng, sitting in the Bronze War Chariot, frowned, his gaze growing displeased, "What? Did you not hear my words clearly?"
Seeing the Emperor getting angry, Zhao Gao was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty!"
"Your servant dares not disobey, but this heavy rain is indeed peculiar, climbing the mountain now may be dangerous, please consider your dragon health foremost!"
Hearing Zhao Gao's words, Meng Yi, the general in charge of the guard, also knelt down, touching his head to the ground and loudly echoing the plea, "Your Majesty, what Lord Zhao worries about is not without reason!"
