Xianyang, Zhangtai Palace!
The First Emperor, who was reading memorials, was very pale. The hand holding the pen was also trembling slightly.
Ever since he entered the seventh month, his body had been deteriorating day by day.
Even though Ying Zhan's reports of success kept flying into Xianyang, the joy still didn't make his body stronger. Instead, it made him even busier with government affairs.
After all, every time Great Qin conquered a City or took back a County, there would be money and food, rewards for soldiers, and appointments for officials…
He never had the habit of handing over government affairs to others. Every draft drafted by the Prime Minister's Estate needed his imperial seal to take effect.
Hence, Ying Zhan's victory undoubtedly increased his workload.
At this moment, he was no longer the Ying Zheng from twenty years ago!
Whether it was his physique or the agility of his mind, they were not as good as before. Only the ambition in the Qi Swallowing Universe was still active.
It was late at night, and an autumn wind blew in from outside the hall.
He couldn't help but shiver, and then he began to cough hard again.
Perhaps he had used too much force, but he suddenly spat out a large lump of something from his throat, splashing it on the bamboo book in his hand.
Looking closer to the light, it was a large pool of blood!
Immediately after, he felt a wave of dizziness, and he could not even sit properly. He then fell to the side of the imperial table…
When the chamberlain who heard the sound saw this scene, he was instantly frightened out of his wits and shouted sharply,"Someone, His Majesty has fainted!"
This year was 210 B.C., and the First Emperor was 49 years old!
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On the second day after Jing Gai returned to Dingtao, Li Yuanba and Lin Feng led 40,000 troops and arrived at Dingtao.
At this point, Ying Zhan's 120,000 left army had all gathered.
In the evening, the Dingtao County government was brightly lit and noisy!
Ying Zhan had never celebrated the victories he had won in the past few days.
Taking advantage of the gathering of the soldiers, he took the initiative to hold a banquet in the county government to celebrate for the soldiers!
"Soldiers, eat and drink to your heart's content tonight. Tomorrow morning, the army will set off for Julu!”
Ying Zhan, who was seated at the main seat, stood up. As he spoke, he raised his wine cup and said in a clear voice,"Come, everyone drink this cup!"
"We are Great General Qi Jing!" All the soldiers stood up and toasted Ying Zhan!
Three rounds of wine and five dishes!
After a few rounds of wine, the soldiers all relaxed and began to joke around with each other.
Looking at the happy and harmonious scene of his subordinates, Ying Zhan's desire also soared.
At this moment, a guard hurriedly ran in and bowed in front of Ying Zhan."Reporting to the Great General, a palace attendant has come from outside the county government!”
"An inner servant of the palace?"
Ying Zhan put down his wine cup and revealed a trace of doubt."Did he say why he came?”
"The chamberlain only said that he had something important to see the Great General!”the guard replied.
"Bring him to the side hall of the county government. I'll be right there!”
"Here!"
After that, Ying Zhan stood up from his seat and walked towards the side hall.
As soon as he walked into the side hall, he saw a servant pacing back and forth.
"Greetings, Third Young Master!"
Seeing Ying Zhan walk in, the inner servant hurriedly bowed.
"What's the matter in Xianyang? He even sent you all the way here?”Ying Zhan looked at the internal attendant and said.
"Third Young Master…His Majesty is already in a coma.”As the chamberlain spoke, he actually choked.
"How…how is this possible? Wasn't my Imperial Father fine when I went to war?”
Ying Zhan couldn't help but widen his eyes, and a sense of worry rose in his heart.
Although he was a transmigrator, ever since he merged with the original owner's memories, he had completely merged with the identity of the third young master.
In the history of his previous life, the First Emperor had died during his tour.
However, because of his arrival, Great Qin had a butterfly effect, and history had been completely changed.
Some people's fates were also completely changed by this butterfly effect.
Would the fate of the First Emperor be caught in the whirlpool of this effect and die in Xianyang Palace?
For a moment, Ying Zhan couldn't figure it out.
"A few days ago, His Majesty suddenly fainted late at night while handling government affairs. The imperial physicians were also helpless.”
The chamberlain wiped his tears and continued,"When you saw this, you sent me to Dingtao to invite Third Young Master back.”
"Go back?"
This put Ying Zhan in a difficult position!
The destruction of the rebel army was a good opportunity. How could they return at this time?
But if he didn't go back now, what if the First Emperor suddenly passed away?
Forget it, let's discuss it with Jia Xu first!
Thinking of this, Ying Zhan said to the chamberlain,"You're tired from the journey. Go down and rest first!”
"Here!"
After arranging the internal attendants, Ying Zhan sent someone to call Jia Xu over.
"Wen He, my father is already terminally ill and has fallen into a coma. The Right Prime Minister wants to invite me back to discuss the foundation of the country. Now that the expedition is imminent, should I go back?”
Ying Zhan asked bluntly after signaling Jia Xu to sit down.
Jia Xu gently shook his feather fan and thought for a while before slowly saying,"This depends on the lord's will!"
When Ying Zhan heard this, a trace of light flashed across his eyes. He said in a deep voice,"Continue!"
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