Qin Country, Xianyang Palace.
The crescent moon was like a hook, dotted with stars. It was already late at night.
The lamp flickered and the sound of dripping came from the room. Unknowingly, it was already past midnight.
He took off his imperial robe and wore a simple and clean long robe. He had an exquisite knife and brush, and thick volumes of memorials. All of this seemed to indicate that this night would be sleepless.
He gently placed the memorial on the table and gave a bitter smile. Day and night, he had racked his brains for a long-cherished wish, which was also the wish of Great Qin's ancestors. It had not changed for more than 600 years, and it had been through many ups and downs. He had always held fast to his beliefs, and now, the country was rich and the people were rich, and the soldiers were strong. It was only a matter of time before Great Qin unified the world, but the more it was so, the more uneasy Ying Zheng felt. This magnificent Xianyang Palace, this mighty Great Qin, seemed to be hiding a trace of uncertainty.
He couldn't see through it, but it always made him feel uneasy. The Han Kingdom was destroyed, Han Fei died mysteriously in prison, Zhao Jia was exiled after the Zhao Kingdom was destroyed, and Wei Jia escaped after the Wei Kingdom was destroyed. The victory of every war seemed to be imperfect. If once was a coincidence and twice was a coincidence, then the mistakes that happened one after another could be counted as a trace of uncertainty.
Xia Jie had given away four hundred years of his foundation, and Ji Chang had left Yili to enjoy eight hundred years of national fortune. Ying Zheng would toss and turn in bed every time he thought of this, and he still had no clue about the fate of the Azure Dragon mentioned by the Moon Goddess. All of these seemed to confirm that the Great Qin Empire was currently in a turbulent situation, and the slightest carelessness could lead to its downfall.
While he was deep in thought, a gentle breeze blew past without warning, and the candle flame was extinguished.
In the darkness, Ying Zheng's hands, which had been placed behind his back, suddenly clenched into fists, and a cold glint flashed across his eyes. He was a peerless emperor, and also a proud son of martial arts. He had finally ascended to the throne of the Great Qin Empire after overcoming all obstacles and thorns. Since then, no one in the world had ever seen Ying Zheng fight, because all those who had seen him fight with their own eyes had already turned into dust.
The next moment, a sharp voice sounded.
"Your servant Zhao Gao greets Your Majesty." His tone was respectful and filled with fear.
"How did it go?" It was as if no one could truly enter his inner world.
"Your Majesty, I did not fail your mission."
"Very good! Hand it over."
He bowed and placed a brocade box in front of the King of Qin. He gently opened the lid, and Wei Jia's head, which was glaring with anger, appeared before Ying Zheng's eyes. Although there was no candlelight, the dark night did not seem to block Ying Zheng's vision.
The next moment, the brocade box was closed again." This thing has no meaning to exist anymore. You can leave."￣
Holding the brocade box with both hands, Zhao Gao left the study. His long sleeves brushed past, and the room was lit up again. The king of Qin was still reading the memorial with his head lowered, as if nothing had changed tonight.
In the outer corridor, six swordsmen stood quietly behind Zhao Gao. In front of their eyes, there was a flame, and the brocade box was slowly turning into ashes.
Six swordsmen, six sword slaves, Zhen Gang, Broken Water, Disorder God, Soul Transfer, Soul Destroyer, and Moryo.
Zhao Gao had a habit of gifting an ancient sharp blade to every killer he recruited. The person who used the sword would be reborn from then on. He would no longer exist in the past. From the moment he obtained the sword, he would only have one name, and that was the name of the sword. He would only have one purpose in his life, and that was to kill people for his master, Zhao Gao... He would forget the past, forget his name, and become a pure slave of the sword.
Each of them had a deadly killing specialty, and each of them had their own unknown past. No one knew when or how they became Zhao Gao's killers. No one knew how powerful they were, or how terrifying they were, because those who had witnessed their killing techniques had already gone to another world.
However, did they really lose themselves like what others thought, and were willing to be mere slaves of the sword?
All of this seemed to remain a mystery forever.
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At the beginning of the night, the moon was high in the sky. The dense forest was shrouded in fog. Just like the people of this world, under that layer of fog, there would always be the unknown that you could not see.
Facing the moonlight, it was as if a hazy figure could be vaguely seen. A dark purple dress covered her proud figure, and a hazy veil blocked her peerless appearance. Her three thousand black hair was tied into a beautiful bun, and a jade hairpin coiled them up.
Her hands were behind her back, as if she was waiting for something. Time continued to pass, but she was not in a hurry. She still stood there elegantly, only occasionally raising her head to look at the cold waning moon.
It was already late autumn, and the forest was full of fallen leaves. However, the strange thing was that she had been here for half an hour, but there was not a single leaf on her body. There was also no dust within three feet of her. This was the legendary martial arts realm. She comprehended the true meaning of martial arts and the laws of heaven and earth. Her every move seemed to be chaotic, but there were traces to follow. She was in harmony with heaven and earth, and she was one with heaven and man.
Two hours later, a withered leaf suddenly slid down within three feet of the woman. She gently raised her hand and caught the withered leaf with her palm before shaking her head slightly.
"Since you're already here, come out!￣There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, but if one felt it carefully, one could feel a hint of doting.
"Night Empress, I didn't expect to be discovered by you!￣His tone was calm, but there was a hint of frustration.
"Although Ying Zun is known as the Venerable One, there are always traces to follow. Don't forget, I am the Night Empress, and the night is always my stage.￣
"Humph-all right," Although he didn't refute anything, his tone still carried a trace of unwillingness.
"Is it done?" A trace of concern was revealed in his cold voice.
"It's-it's over, there's no trace!￣To him, killing someone was just a trivial matter.
"I can see that you've grown a lot. Have you thought about that matter?￣
"If I say no now, do I have any other choice?￣He sighed and seemed helpless.
"If you really don't want to, then! I can help you reject it." Although his tone was calm, it contained a sense of protection.
"There's no need. Just do as he says. I don't want to add unnecessary trouble to you.￣A trace of gratitude flashed across her eyes. Although she rejected him, her tone was much gentler.
"En! Do you want to meet Yixuan this time?￣
"No need! I'll naturally go see him after this matter is over. Isn't it always like this?￣
" Be careful´" Although his words were simple, there was a hint of reluctance.
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Ying Zun left. After the night fell, the deep forest returned to its usual tranquility. However, perhaps only the chess player would know what kind of undercurrent was hidden under this seemingly peaceful appearance.
The world was unpredictable and unpredictable. Those who were in the game would never know what would happen the next moment!
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