Upon hearing this.
Ying Xi's expression subtly changed.
"Does the Great King not trust this subject?"
Ying Xi hurriedly spoke to Ying Zheng, looking like a wounded loyal minister.
"Judging by Zongzheng's demeanor, indeed, I do not trust him."
At this moment.
The world is united, imperial power in hand, Ying Zheng harbored no good feelings.
Listening to this unrestrained tone.
Ying Xi's face completely transformed.
And this moment!
Numerous ministers echoed Ying Zheng's decree, heading towards the Dew Spring.
Soon.
Han Fei.
Huai Zhuang.
Wang Jian.
Feng Quji.
Each holding a bowl filled with spring water approached.
"First Emperor."
"The spring water has been gathered."
Han Fei raised a bowl and said.
"Lords, come and witness."
Ying Zheng waved his hand and commanded authoritatively.
The ministers gathered around.
While Ying Xi stood aside with a very unpleasant expression.
This time.
It was indeed his last gamble.
Though foolish, he had no choice but to proceed.
The bowl of water he presented had indeed been tampered with. He initially thought that under public scrutiny, Ying Zheng wouldn't say anything, but he gravely underestimated Ying Zheng.
He underestimated Ying Zheng's determination to recognize Zhao Feng.
And again touched Ying Zheng's reverse scale.
Even if Ying Xi hadn't tampered with this bowl of water, upon his return to Xianyang, he wouldn't meet a good end, certain to die.
For when he brought up this so-called verification of bloodline, he had already entered Ying Zheng's list for elimination.
This was taboo.
"Bring the dagger."
Ying Zheng gestured.
Ren Xiao respectfully handed over a dagger.
Ying Zheng stepped forward and took the dagger.
Then lifted the index finger of his left hand, directly sliced with the dagger, and blood immediately flowed.
Ying Zheng suspended his hand over the bowl, and blood dripped into the clear water.
A total of five drops.
All fell into the bowl.
"The blood recognition is performed."
"This method lacks any scientific basis."
Seeing this, Zhao Feng couldn't help but show a speechless expression.
However.
Blood of the same type can indeed blend together.
"Feng'er."
"Come here."
Ying Zheng smiled and handed the dagger to Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng, seeing this, did not refuse, stepped forward, and took the dagger.