"Thank you, Your Highness,"

Zhao Lang smiled and nodded, saying,

"Well, General Han has worked hard. Go and rest first. After the rest is done, we will discuss the constitution for returning to Xianyang."

Han Xin was indeed very tired and did not refuse. He quickly bowed and left with Xiao He.

Meng Tian, ​​who was on the other side, looked up at Zhao Lang at this time, and his brows frowned slightly.

Generally speaking, the title of a marquis must be negotiated by the court. How could the title of a marquis be so hasty?

Moreover, there seems to be a discord between the other party’s words, which is not possible.

After the person left, Meng Tian smiled and said to Zhao Lang.

"Congratulations to His Highness the Crown Prince, he has obtained a general with the talent of kings and princes! The northern border of the empire is worry-free."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang thought for a while. When it comes to looking at people, even if he has experience in his previous life, he may not be as reliable as these veterans. So he asked,

"General Meng, what do you think of Han Xin as a person?"

(An An)
Chapter completed!