"Young Master, it's time for breakfast."
In his bedroom, Ying Hong was trying to think of an excuse to make his cheapskate father agree to give him the Tianwen sword. After all, it would be too ridiculous to say that he was fated with the sword.
At this moment, a palace maid's clear voice sounded outside the palace.
"Got it. Bring the food in and prepare the carriage. This young master is going out.”
"Yes!"
As a young master of the Great Qin Empire, Ying Hong did not need to worry about his daily necessities.
Besides, it was normal for the young masters to go out often, so the palace maids did not think much of Ying Hong's orders and hurried to make preparations.
......
An hour later, after having a simple breakfast that was barely enough to fill his stomach, Ying Hong was already sitting in the carriage heading to Xianyang Palace.
Along the way, there were magnificent palace buildings and people coming and going. The guards in armor looked majestic and glorious under the golden sunlight.
When the carriage stopped, Ying Hong looked at the Xianyang Palace, which was much bigger and more powerful than the other palaces, and the shock in his heart grew stronger.
"It would be a pity if such a complex of buildings were to be burned down by that boorish fellow, Xiang Yu.”
After getting off the car, Ying Hong walked up the stairs while whispering to himself.
"Gongzi Hong, Xianyang Palace is where His Majesty deals with court affairs.”
In front of the gate of the hall, the guards standing on both sides stood up and stopped Ying Hong.
However, although his tone was stern, there was a faint smile on his face.
The 19th Young Master, Ying Hong, was handsome and had a gentle and refined personality. No matter who he faced, he would always smile.
These guards who had been guarding the palace all year round had naturally come into contact with Ying Hong and liked him very much.
Therefore, when Ying Hong came to Xianyang Palace for no reason, they only stopped him instead of reprimanding him.
"This Young Master has something important to discuss with Imperial Father.”
Ying Hong, who was almost 30 years old, explained his intention to the chief guard with a smile.
"Haha…"
"Hmm?"
"Er, Young Master, His Majesty is discussing important matters with the Prime Minister and General Meng Tian.”
The chief guard laughed out loud when he saw Ying Hong pretending to be an adult. However, he was met with an even brighter smile from Ying Hong.
However, such a smile made the guard captain's heart palpitate inexplicably.
Logically speaking, a sixteen-year-old young man shouldn't have attracted the attention of a veteran soldier like him, even if Ying Hong was the son of the emperor.
However, when Ying Hong smiled at him, a voice in his mind told him not to offend the child in front of him, and not to treat his words as a joke.
Therefore, the chief guard immediately stopped laughing and asked Ying Hong seriously.
"Yes…"
Ying Hong's bright smile returned to normal. He responded to her blandly and didn't say anything else.
After receiving Ying Hong's affirmation, the guard hurriedly bowed.
"This is the first time I've felt that Gongzi Hong's smile is so scary.”
As he walked into the hall, the guard captain was puzzled.
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In the deepest part of Xianyang Palace, a middle-aged man wearing a red jade crown and a royal robe with twelve patterns of the sun, moon, stars, and so on sat on a high platform.
His facial features were firm and sharp, like a knife. Upon closer inspection, he looked a little similar to Ying Hong.
The most eye-catching thing was the imperial aura that he exuded from the inside out.
The middle-aged man was none other than Qin Shihuang!
Ying Zheng, who was praised as the one emperor in history by the later generations!
On both sides of Ying Zheng stood two people.
Among them, the man on the left was quite handsome, so handsome that he gave people a feeling of femininity and ruthlessness.
This person was the main culprit behind the death of the second emperor of the Great Qin Empire, the leader of the Network Organization, Zhao Gao.
The man on the right was the opposite. He had a dignified appearance and exuded a proud and ethereal aura.
Who else could it be but the number one swordsman of the empire, the successor of Phantom Valley, Sword Saint Ge Nia?
In the entire hall, other than the three people on the high platform, there were two more people standing in the middle below. They were the Prime Minister of Great Qin, Li Si, and General Meng Tian.
"Your Majesty, I still haven't found the location of the Mohist City of Traps. Please punish me.”
Li Si's face was filled with shame as he cupped his hands and bowed to Ying Zheng, his waist bent deeply.
"It's fine. The Mohist City of Traps is hidden. It's normal that we can't find it in a short time.”
On the high platform, Ying Zheng's expression did not change at all when he heard this. He simply waved his hand lightly.
"As long as I am here, the world will always be as stable as Mount Tai. You have plenty of time to investigate.
However…"
Speaking up to this point, Ying Zheng paused for a moment, and then continued in an indifferent tone,""I don't like to procrastinate. The Prime Minister should be very clear about this.”
The Hundred Schools of Philosophy were nothing but clowns in his eyes, and he had never taken them to heart.
Therefore, he did not blame Li Si for his apology and only nodded slightly.
However, beneath the stage, Li Si broke out in a cold sweat when he stopped talking.
After His Majesty unified the six countries, his temperament became more and more tough and deep. He had truly reached the point where those who obeyed him would prosper and those who opposed him would die.
Anyone who disobeyed his will and did things inappropriately would receive the cruelest punishment.
Li Si had painstakingly climbed up from a commoner to the position of Prime Minister, and when he got along with Ying Zheng, it was as if he was treading on thin ice.
"I understand. I will do my best to find the location of the Mohist City of Traps.”
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