In the Eastern Flow Pavilion, Fu Baosong spoke with eloquence.
Yet the ruler of Qi let out a cold laugh. "You exaggerate, boy. How old are you, to dare claim concern for the world beneath heaven?"
The tone had already grown severe.
Jiang Wang thought, this ruler of Qi's mood changes far too quickly—truly, attending upon a sovereign is like tending to a tiger.
But he heard the stout fellow beside him strain with all his might, booming back: "Though I am young, I have still led the campaign in Yangdi, ended the threat at the border, and expanded the great Qi by three commanderies!"
"Though I am dull-witted, I still feel the nation's grace and serve the state without regard for life or death!"
"Though I am fat and clumsy, I remain loyal to the state's affairs, leading from the front, bearing multiple wounds, and slaying generals and capturing banners for Your Majesty!"
He paused, then roared with all his lungs: "Your servant, Fu Baosong, is willing to spill his liver and brains upon the ground for Your Majesty—dying only when his duty is done!"