DLERB -Chapter 117 Fusu: After the Dance, Chop Him Up and Feed Him to the Dogs!

The aroma of roasted whole lamb mixed with the scent of strong liquor filled the entire hall.

Ying Zheng sat high upon the main seat, his youthful face sharply defined beneath the firelight.

Ying Ziye sat beside him on a specially made little chair, his small legs dangling in the air as he struggled to tear into a fat lamb leg, grease smeared all over his mouth.

“Hahaha! Satisfying!”

Wang Li raised a bronze wine cup and drained the strong liquor in a single gulp.

“I’ve never fought such an exhilarating battle in my entire life!”

Around him, the Qin generals were all flushed red from drinking, using the short daggers at their waists to carve huge chunks of roasted meat from their plates.

There was no etiquette.

No rules.

Only the revelry of victors.

Meng Tian sat farther away, looking at the savage scene before him, seemingly wanting to speak yet stopping himself.

Fusu sat alone behind a low table.

He had not touched the wine or meat before him.

He merely used a clean cloth to wipe his Qin sword over and over again.

The blood on the blade could no longer be cleaned away.

It had seeped into the very grain of the metal.

Ying Zheng’s gaze swept across the hall before finally landing on Ying Ziye.

“Ziye, does this banquet suit your taste?”

Ying Ziye lifted his greasy little face.

“It tastes good.”

“But it’s a little boring.”

He answered casually.

Ying Zheng laughed.

“Then I’ll find you some entertainment.”

He waved toward the hall entrance.

“Bring him in.”

Wang Li let out a strange laugh and personally walked outside.

A moment later—

two Qin soldiers dragged a figure into the hall.

The noisy laughter in the hall suddenly quieted.

All eyes turned toward the newcomer.

It was a man.

A tall Xiongnu man.

But on his body was a gaudy dancer’s dress in bright colors.

The tight fabric stretched awkwardly over his muscular frame, creating an absurd appearance.

His face was smeared with two bright-red patches of rouge like a monkey’s backside.

It was Tuman.

Pfft—

One young centurion failed to hold back and spat out a mouthful of wine.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The entire hall instantly exploded with thunderous laughter.

“Damn! That outfit’s incredible!”

“He looks even more seductive than the girls in the pleasure houses of Xianyang!”

Tuman’s body trembled.

Not from cold.

But from humiliation.

He looked at Ying Zheng seated high above.

Looked at the mocking faces of the Qin men surrounding him.

Wang Li kicked the back of his knees.

“Kneel!”

Tuman’s legs buckled, and he crashed heavily onto the cold stone floor.

Ying Ziye pulled out a handful of copper coins from his little pouch.

He could barely even be bothered to look at Tuman.

With a casual flick—

Clatter, clatter, clatter—

the coins scattered across the ground, rolling everywhere.

“A reward for you.”

Using the gnawed lamb bone in his hand, Ying Ziye pointed at Tuman.

“Dance.”

Tuman’s face turned dark red like pig liver.

He had once been the king of the grasslands, the Chanyu ruling hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu.

Now—

he was being forced to dance like the lowest sort of entertainer before his enemies.

He did not move.

Wang Li kicked him again.

“Are you deaf? The Ninth Young Master told you to dance!”

Tuman shuddered violently.

Slowly, he closed his eyes.

Two murky tears slid down from the corners of his rouge-covered eyes.

Then—

he began to move his body.

The movements were stiff, ugly, and unbearably clumsy.

Like a puppet controlled by strings.

He crawled across the floor, picking up one cold copper coin after another.

“Hahahaha! Nice dancing! Twist harder!”

“That’s it! Use your waist! Twist your waist harder!”

The laughter of the Qin generals struck Tuman’s dignity like whipping lashes.

Just then—

a civilian logistics official traveling with the army stood up trembling.

His face was pale white.

“Y-Your Majesty…”

“To humiliate the ruler of another nation in such a way may… may damage the heavenly prestige of Great Qin…”

“We should treat him with benevolence and righteousness… only then can we display the bearing of a great nation…”

His voice was tiny amidst the roaring laughter, like the buzz of a mosquito.

But someone still heard it.

The laughter in the hall gradually died down.

Everyone’s gaze focused upon that suicidal civil official.

Ying Zheng’s expression did not change.

He did not even glance at the official.

Fusu stopped wiping his sword.

He picked up a small knife from the table and sliced off a piece of roasted lamb.

Slowly, he placed it into his mouth.

Without even lifting his head, he spoke softly:

“Keeping him alive wastes grain.”

The official froze.

Fusu cut off another piece of meat.

“After the dance, chop him up and feed him to the dogs.”

The entire hall fell into deathly silence.

The once-raucous banquet became so quiet that a pin dropping could be heard.

The civil official’s legs gave out, and he collapsed back into his seat, his face gray with despair.

A nearly invisible smile curled at the corner of Ying Zheng’s lips.

The way he looked at Fusu was filled with approval.

Meng Tian carried his wine cup over to Fusu’s side.

He looked at Fusu’s utterly expressionless face.

“Your Highness…”

Fusu raised his head.

“General Meng, is there something you need?”

That gaze sent an inexplicable chill through Meng Tian’s body.

“Your Highness… do you still believe in the teachings of the Confucians?”

Meng Tian asked cautiously.

Fusu picked up the wine cup from the table.

Raised it to his lips.

And drained it in one gulp.

Then he slammed the empty cup heavily onto the table.

Bang!

“Confucianism cannot save Great Qin.”

Fusu stared directly into Meng Tian’s eyes.

“But swords can.”

Ying Ziye clapped his little hands and jumped down from his chair.

“Big Brother is right!”

He ran to the center of the hall and circled around the still-dancing Tuman.

“Father Emperor! Chopping him up and feeding him to the dogs is too wasteful!”

Ying Ziye lifted his little face with deadly seriousness.

“Why not turn him into a specimen instead?”

“Skin him, stuff him with straw, and place him right at the entrance of Xianyang Palace!”

“From now on, every official attending court can bow to him first. How majestic would that be!”

“Hahahahaha!”

The silent hall exploded with laughter once more.

But this time—

there was a trace of madness within it.

Tuman, who was still dancing, suddenly froze.

His body began twitching uncontrollably.

A horrifying rattling sound emerged from his throat.

“Ghk… ghk…”

Suddenly, he raised his head.

Those eyes had completely turned white.

Not a trace of pupils remained.

A hoarse, ancient voice utterly inhuman squeezed out from his throat.

“The Wolf… the Wolf God… has awakened…”

“You…”

“Will all die!”

The moment the words fell—

Whoosh!

Every candle.

Every torch.

Every orange-yellow flame in the hall—

all transformed into a ghastly green at the exact same instant.

The green firelight reflected upon everyone’s faces like demons from hell.

An icy gale carrying a thick stench of blood and rot blew in from nowhere.

Whoooosh!

Half the lights were extinguished instantly.

The hall flickered between brightness and darkness.

“What’s happening?!”

“Assassins!”

The generals all drew their weapons, scanning their surroundings warily.

Just then—

BANG!

The doors of the banquet hall were violently slammed open from outside.

A scout responsible for guarding the city stumbled and crawled into the hall.

Not a trace of blood remained on his face.

His entire body shook violently like a leaf.

“Report!!”

Using every ounce of strength in his body, he let out a shrill scream.

Pointing toward the outside of the city, his voice overflowed with uncontrollable terror.

“Outside the city…”

“Outside the city—it’s full of wolves!”