Great Qin.
Xianyang Imperial Palace.
In a side hall.
There was a small coffin.
Inside the coffin.
A fair and delicate child was lying quietly with a pale face.
He was not angry at all.
In the surroundings.
There were cries everywhere.
"Wuwuwu…"
"Child! My child!"
"Your Majesty ~~~~"
"Han 'er is only six years old."
"Wuwuwu…"
“……”
Young Master Fusu's mother, Concubine Zheng, fell to the ground and cried sadly.
The one lying in the coffin was Young Master Fusu's younger brother.
The youngest son of the First Emperor, Ying Zheng.
He died of a sudden illness.
Beside the coffin.
First Emperor Ying Zheng frowned deeply.
His expression was extremely solemn, and his eyes were filled with sorrow.
This was his youngest son.
At this moment.
But he was lying in a coffin.
He didn't move at all.
"Hey!"
Ying Zheng sighed softly.
The older he got, the more easily the softness in his heart was touched.
And Young Master Mu Han was his most beloved child.
Even if he was mischievous.
Even if he always caused trouble when he was dealing with political affairs.
But Ying Zheng loved her the most.
It was still this child.
But now.
He was dead, lying quietly in the coffin with a pale face.
"The heavens are especially hateful!"
"You actually took away my Mu Han!"
Ying Zheng gritted his teeth, and a tear rolled down his face.
The corners of his eyes drooped.
How many years had it been?
He had already forgotten how many years it had been since he last cried.
But today.
He was crying!
She wiped away that tear.
Ying Zheng turned around.
Looking at the heartbroken Consort Zheng, he reached out and pulled her up.
"Alright!"
"Don't cry!"
"Han 'er hasn't gone far, don't let him have any worries!”
After saying that.
He turned around with a dark face.
"Pass down the order!"
"Give my son the highest standard of burial!”
"He will be buried beside my Imperial Mausoleum!"
"All the funerary objects will be used according to the highest standards!”
"Even if my son goes to hell, he must be a descendant of the heavens!”
At the side.
The palace servants prostrated themselves on the ground and respectfully accepted the order.
In front of the coffin.
Ying Zheng put his arm around Consort Zheng's shoulder.
"Call Fu Su back!"
"Send off his younger brother!"
Consort Zheng nodded.”
Inside the coffin.
Young Master Mu Han lay quietly.
His consciousness had already dissipated.
However, another consciousness was awakening!
Who am I?
Where am I?
My name is Mu Han.
It was a university student.
Last night, his roommate had broken up with him and drank too much with him.
But where am I now?
Why can't I move?
Mu Han continued to work hard, but he felt as if he had fallen into a nightmare.
He couldn't wake up.
Suddenly!
"Ding dong!"
"Supreme Zombie God System binding successful!”
"The host has already activated the true blood of the zombie's true ancestor and general. The true blood is circulating throughout the entire body to reactivate this dead body!”
"Host, please wait patiently!"
A cold mechanical voice sounded in his soul.
Inside the coffin.
Young Master Mu Han's corpse had some changes!
Her face slowly became rosy.
Ying Zheng did not notice these changes.
He sighed.
"Cover the coffin!"
The voice fell.
Two palace servants carried the coffin and slowly covered it.
"My child!"
Consort Zheng let out a wail.
His vision turned black and he fainted.
Ying Zheng sighed.
"Forget it!"
"You guys guard this place well!”
he instructed.
He personally helped Consort Zheng to the back hall.
"Farewell, Your Majesty!"
The palace people prostrated on the ground.
Suddenly!
A black-red light spread out.
"Boom!"
The coffin suddenly exploded into pieces!
Ying Zheng suddenly turned around.
His expression changed drastically!
The coffin had already exploded into pieces.
Young Master Mu Han, who had been lying inside, slowly floated into the sky under the support of the black and red smoke.
The robe on his body fluttered even though there was no wind.
A majestic aura spread out.
Instantly!
Ying Zheng gasped.
"What happened?"
He exclaimed in a low voice.
In the next instant!
Mu Han, who was floating in the air, finally opened his eyes.
It was a pair of ruby-like eyes.
He only took a glance.
Ying Zheng sensed an extreme danger.
That feeling.
It was only when Jing Ke tried to assassinate him back then!
"Protector beast!"
"Protect the First Emperor!"
A low roar sounded.
The First Emperor's personal guard Meng Yi drew the iron sword hanging from his waist.
Beside him.
The iron eagle swordsmen moved out in unison, forming a human wall around Ying Zheng and Concubine Zheng.
He stared warily at Young Master Mu Han, who was slowly floating down from the sky.
"Get lost!"
Ying Zheng was so furious that his hair stood on end, and he kicked Meng Yi's butt.
"This is my son!"
"My favorite son!"
"Meng Yi, what are you trying to do!”
"Put away the sword!"
Meng Yi staggered.
His expression was conflicted.
"But Your Majesty…"
"This…"
Under Ying Zheng's gloomy face, Meng Yi did not dare to argue anymore. With a wave of his hand, all the iron eagle swordsmen sheathed their swords.
Ying Zheng left the army.
Looking at Mu Han, who was slowly falling and finally landing on the ground, she revealed a surprised and slightly hesitant expression.
"Are you my son, Mu Han?”
His voice was extremely gentle.
Bang!
Mu Han's feet landed on the ground.
Looking at the gentle Ying Zheng in front of him and flipping through the memories in his mind, he could not connect this extremely kind-looking little old man with the Qin Emperor in history, Ying Zheng.
The first emperor was Ying Zheng.
He was decisive in killing.
Why was he so gentle?
However, in the unfamiliar memories in his mind.
He was just so gentle towards the Young Master Mu Han whom he had possessed.
He was a loving father who indulged his child in causing trouble.
Looking at Ying Zheng, whose face was filled with anticipation.
Mu Han sniffed. The instinct left behind by his predecessor drove him to open his arms.
"Father!"
The word 'father' was clear and loud, and the admiration and admiration in his eyes were almost tangible.
In an instant, it struck the soft spot in Ying Zheng's heart.
It was confirmed!
Although there were changes.
But he was the child she doted on the most.
Ying Zheng's eyes turned red immediately.
"It's my Mu Han!"
"It's my son!"
He opened his arms.
He carried Mu Han up.
"My child is not dead!"
"Hahaha…"
Ying Zheng hugged Mu Han and spun him around twice, laughing wildly.
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