when all the hanger-ons have retreated.
Lao Ai held the wine cup in his hand, his brows furrowed deeply, feeling a little uneasy. Qin Wang's actions this time were too sudden and too…dangerous?
The king of Qin seemed to have everything under control.
"It seems that just the garrison of Yong City is not enough.”Lao Ai thought to himself.
Thinking of this…
Lao Ai took the Empress Dowager's seal and walked toward the palace. He needed to steal something so that he could mobilize more soldiers and increase his chances of winning.
However…
"Lu Buwei, you're really fast!!!”
Back in Xianyang Palace, Lao Ai was looking at the empty box with the seal on the table in front of the throne, and his face darkened.
His plan was to steal the seal of the King of Qin and use it to mobilize the troops of Xianyang.
Unexpectedly, the seal of the King of Qin had already been taken away!
The seal of the King of Qin would naturally not be taken away at will. Usually, there would be a special seal keeper to guard it. The King of Qin would only carry his own private seal.
There were not many people who could take away the King of Qin's seal without a sound, and Lu Buwei was the most likely one!
"With the Xianyang garrison and the net, my chances of winning are not high.”Lao Ai thought to himself.
Naturally, the garrison of Xianyang City was more numerous than that of Yong City, and they were more elite, and the net was also filled with countless experts. It was basically impossible for Lao Ai to fight against Lu Buwei!
Unless…
"I also need the help of the martial arts world.”Lao Ai's face turned cold. At this moment, he could not care so much!
three days later
Ying Zheng, dressed in a black and red formal suit, sat on the carriage frame of six carriages. He set off from Qi Nian Palace and slowly walked towards the ancestral temple.
Ying Zheng thought,[I didn't expect that my crowning would cause a storm in Yong City.]
Ying Zheng laughed self-deprecatingly. He, the King of Qin, was the one who received the most attention today. Usually, these people would all head towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The famous officials of the six states had all gone to seek refuge with Lu Buwei, not him, the King of Qin.
Fahai: The more you do this, the more you can accomplish it in one battle.
"Hmph!"
The corners of Ying Zheng's mouth could not help but curl up wildly. That's right, this was exactly what he wanted to see.
Yong Cheng's coronation was not only to declare to Lu Buwei that he had come of age, but also to attract all these people with ulterior motives and wipe them out in one fell swoop.
Not only that.
Under Fahai's reminder, Ying Zheng summoned Meng Wu, who was stationed in the Lantian camp, back under the pretext of the crowning ceremony.
As well as the various important military and political figures of the Qin country.
As such, he would only be able to grasp military and political power in this battle.
"Play the music!"
The person who shouted was an old Ying Family elder. Although his hair and beard were all white, he was still full of energy. If one didn't look at his face, no one would have thought that these words came from an old man.
Qin Feng's music was completely different from the decadent music of later generations.
War drums, horns, chimes…
The majestic music demonstrated the strength of the Qin country and the confidence and blood of the old Qin people.
The chimes that didn't ring out from the chimes also showed that this wild country didn't lose its elegance and grandeur!
Fahai: Such music is the voice of China!
Zhang Sanfeng: Yes, that decadent sound of you and me, dying and dying, is really the sound of the country's demise!
Tony Stark: F * ck! It sounded good!
Uchiha Spot: Shocking!
Kato Megumi was speechless.
The sound of the horn was bleak, showing the ancient and sacred; the sound of the war drum was manic, showing the unyielding and fighting spirit; the sound of the bell was elegant, showing confidence and prosperity...
Music had no boundaries, especially this pure music, which could shock everyone's soul.
Jiujiu Old Qin!
The Qin country was old, it had been six hundred years, but the Qin country was not old yet. The old Qin people were all working hard!
Fahai: A cultured person's analysis is clear and logical, but an uncultured person will only say,'Holy shit, Amitabha.'
Tony Stark: Monk! I feel like you're targeting me!
Fahai: Don't slander others. Monks treat life as equal and won't target anyone.
Zhang Sanfeng, I believe you! (Comical)
Uchiha: I believe you! (The biggest joke in the world)
The emperor's carriage passed through the Divine Avenue, which was heavily guarded by the black-armored Qin army, and slowly stopped in front of the Qin ancestral temple. Ying Zheng got off the carriage accompanied by the sound of drums.
In front of him was a Divine Path that led upwards. There were a total of ninety-nine steps, and the number was extremely large.
He turned around and looked at the way he came from. No one dared to look him in the eye.
How could mortals admire the might of the Son of Heaven?
Walking up the stairs, Ying Zheng walked alone at the front, and slightly behind him were two Ying Family elders, each holding a wooden tray. One of them was holding the jade crown of the King of Qin, and the other was holding the sword of Duke Mu.
Duke Mu of Qin was one of the five tyrants of the Spring and Autumn Period. When he was in power, Qin was at its peak and dominated all the vassal states.
His sword was passed down through the generations, and it was the divine sword of the Qin State.
Compared to the imperial sword of later generations, which could act first and report later, it was even more domineering. The wielder of this sword could even restrain the King of Qin.
Of course.
Unless the previous king bestowed it to his subjects to supervise the country, the Duke Mu Sword was usually in the hands of the King of Qin.
After crossing a long flight of stairs, Ying Zheng arrived at the ancestral temple of Qin State. At this moment, there was already a clan elder waiting for him. Compared to the two with swords and crowns, this clan elder was much more important.
He was the son of King Xiaowen of Qin, and also Ying Zheng's uncle, so they were very close.
Actually…
The higher the seniority, the better. However, King Zhaoxiang of Qin only had two sons in his life, and King Ying Ji, who had lived for seventy-five years, had directly killed his eldest son.
The second son, Ying Zhu, had endured until he was fifty-two years old. In the end, he had also passed away three days after he ascended the throne.
Of course, compared to a certain seventy-year-old Crown Prince, Ying Zhu had to stand aside.
This time, Ying Zheng's grandfather's seniority was completely gone. Fortunately, King Xiaowen of Qin had many sons, and he had more than twenty sons.
"Sacrifice to Ancestor Gao Cangtian!" Feng Chang (the head of the nine ministers, responsible for the ancestral temple sacrifice) announced the official start of the crowning ceremony.
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