Xianyang Palace.
The spring morning sun dispelled the ink-like night and the bone-piercing morning fog. Everything slowly emerged from the fog.
The First Emperor was dressed in a black sacrificial robe and wore a crown that connected the heavens. He sat on a golden chariot made by the emperor.
Four tall, strong, and pure-colored horses were marching side by side in front of the carriage, pulling the carriage that carried China's first true emperor.
The weather today was quite sunny, as if the heavens were also tacitly allowing the grand ceremony of the empire to proceed.
Following closely behind were the officials of the empire. According to etiquette, they could only follow on foot to show the respect of the Son of Heaven and their devotion to God.
Young Master Fu Su, Young Master Hu Hai, Young Master Zi Yan, Young Master Gao, and Young Master Jiang Lu also went.
Fu Su was still dressed in white, and his expression could not hide his sadness.
He was originally the first person to preside over this ceremony, but unexpectedly, it was snatched away by Fourth Young Master Ziyan. He couldn't help but feel indignant.
But what could he do?
Everything Great Qin did was under the command of his father, the ruler of the empire.
If he could ascend to the throne immediately…
Suddenly, Fu Su was shocked by his own thoughts and quickly blamed himself.
His young master, Fu Su, was a well-educated and well-mannered person who cared about the common people. How could he have such thoughts of overstepping his boundaries!
What he didn't know was that his thoughts had already been seen by someone.
Ying Ziyan was also dressed in a black robe, but the embroidery and shape were obviously one level lower than the First Emperor. Even the crown he wore was a level lower, appearing solemn but not to the extent of overstepping.
He saw Fu Su's changing expression and his eyes were full of mockery.
The position of Emperor should only be inherited by those with talent. You, Fusu, are not qualified to become the future master of the Great Qin Empire, nor are you able to protect the country for thousands of generations!
After thinking for a moment, he looked at a certain place in the palace.
The layers of pavilions were blocked by the fog that had not completely dissipated, making it impossible for people to see the scene clearly.
He could only vaguely see a figure flashing.
Ying Ziyan's lips curled into a mocking smile.
It seemed like the fish was about to take the bait.
……
Inside an unguarded pavilion in Xianyang Palace.
The Mo Family's Juzi's face was ashen, and he was at a loss for what to do for a moment.
Just two hours ago, the tyrant of the State of Qin had passed through a path filled with traps according to his analysis. However, when he ordered the release of the mechanism, he realized that no one responded at all.
What was going on?
The operation that had been arranged last night was actually a bad start today?
"Looks like things aren't going well on Ju's side either.”Tian Meng's expression was also ugly. The farmer disciples he had arranged in the city had actually evaporated overnight, without a trace.
"It seems that our actions have been controlled by the Imperial Court.”Ju Zi said angrily. He was really unwilling to accept that his long-term preparations were destroyed in a single day.
"Ju Zi, don't be too desperate." At this moment, Tian Meng had a different opinion.
"After the Imperial Court kills our hidden spies, they will definitely let down their guard. My hidden scouts in the palace still have news. We still have a chance!”
Juzi thought about it and could only agree.
After all, the arrow was already on the bow and had no choice but to be fired!
……
The place where the ceremony was taking place!
Ying Ziyan sat on the high platform, holding the funeral oration in his hand as he began to read it out to the heavens and earth.
"Emperor Haotian, I am the son of heaven.”
"Cherish the season and cherish the yin, sow the hundred grains, and serve you to cultivate, and ten thousand pairs of couples.”
"A square bud, a square body, leaves, mud, fire, fire!”
After a solemn recitation, Ying Ziyan threw the memorial into the burning bronze cauldron, offering it to the heavens.
The ceremonial officer below the stage picked up the clearest river water around the altar and poured it into a cup, distributing it to the young masters, officials, and guards.
This represented gratitude for the source of life bestowed by the heavens.
Seeing that the water was distributed, Ying Ziyan raised his wine cup and said in a clear voice,"Drink!"
Seeing that everyone below the stage had finished their cups of water in one gulp, he did not drink any. He only pretended to put it to his mouth and put it back where he was.
Then, he bowed slightly, looked at the ground, and slowly walked down the platform.
I can't look down at you!
Seeing how meticulous Ying Ziyan was, the First Emperor's eyes also emitted a strange light. No one knew what he was thinking.
Ying Zheng tidied up his clothes and walked slowly to the altar. Every step he took exuded the spirit of a king.
"Heaven and Earth, bless Great Qin!"
The First Emperor's voice wasn't very loud, but it was exceptionally dignified, making people not dare to listen directly.
He threw a white jade pendant into the water to express his gratitude to the heavens.
A change occurred!
The officials and guards who had drunk the water earlier fell to the ground one after another as if their bones had gone soft.
At this moment, the few guards who were still standing threw away their spears and pulled out their swords.
"Tyrant! Today is the day you die!"
With a loud shout, the assassins swarmed toward the high platform. In their eyes, the First Emperor, who had no guards, was like fish on a chopping board!
At this moment, Young Master Fusu was staggering towards the high platform. However, when he saw the real sharp blade, he was frightened and did not dare to move.
"Protector beast! Assassins!"
Huhai took the lead. He didn't drink the river water. This was the time to show off!
However, it was difficult for two fists to fight against four legs. Even though Huhai was diligent in martial arts, he was still a little powerless in front of so many experts. In a short while, he was restrained and could not take care of all the assassins.
Seeing that there were no more obstacles, the remaining guests rushed towards Ying Zheng with all their might.
However, they had forgotten that there was one more person.
Ying Ziyan stood in his original spot, not moving at all. He merely stood in front of Ying Zheng to shield him.
There was not even a trace of fear in his eyes.
Just as the sharp blade was about to touch Ying Ziyan's body, the sound of metal clashing rang out.
The Shadow Secret Guards had been hiding in a place where no one could see them, waiting for this moment.
Different from the Hundred Birds's mysteriousness, their steps were vigorous, and their swordsmanship was exquisite and powerful. Like black lightning, they killed all the assassins in an instant.
It was a mess.
Ying Zheng's face was expressionless as he walked up to Ying Ziyan, his eyes as cold as a puddle of water.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Father, your son is not afraid.”This time, Ying Ziyan also looked straight into his father's eyes.
"For the sake of Great Qin's future generations, why should I cherish myself?”
Ying Zheng did not say anything, but walked straight down.
He seemed to see himself when he was young.
At this moment, everyone below the stage had different expressions.
Fu Su's heart sank when he saw the scene in front of him. If he continued to be like this, he was afraid that his identity as the eldest son would not be enough to become a qualified heir in his father's eyes! He had to make plans in the future.
Huhai stood at the side with a strange light flashing in his eyes. No one knew what the Second Prince of the Empire was thinking.
Chunyu Yue, Li Si, and the others had different expressions on their faces as if they were weighing something.
Suddenly!
With a loud bang, everyone's attention instinctively turned in the direction of Zhangtai Palace.
Standing on the high platform, Ying Zheng's face suddenly tightened as he shouted angrily,""Not good!"
"Quickly protect the Stone of Mars!"
"This item must not fall into the hands of a thief!”
"Understood!"
The Shadow Secret Guards and the others bowed and quickly ran in the direction of Zhangtai Palace.
……
In the huge palace.
Two figures quickly sneaked in.
The son of the Mohist family, Liu Ju, is the chivalrous leader of the peasant family.
After the two of them finished arranging the assassination, they rushed here. Their goal was simple. They wanted to take the Stone of Chaos while the guards were empty!
Ju Zi took out a small ball from his robe and threw it in the direction of the courtyard.
The small ball rolled for a moment and turned into a small metal beast. It moved quickly under the control of the mechanism.
"What is this?"
The guards were attracted by the little beast and surrounded it, very vigilant.
However, more and more mechanical beasts appeared out of nowhere. They charged at the guards like crazy, and then there was a violent explosion.
"Enemy attack! Thieves!"
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