The King of Qin, who had ruled the region for decades and was a towering figure in the eyes of many, now appeared disheveled and looked no different from a refugee fleeing famine. However, he was still the former king of Qin; even imprisoned in a cart, he maintained his upright posture, trying to avoid appearing so wretched.
In another cart, Chen Anjie seemed less composed.
Although he managed to stand, his body trembled uncontrollably, whether from fear or cold, it was unclear. The Shu soldiers escorting them opened the cart doors and shouted, "Get out!"
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