In the year 218 B.C., three years had passed since the First Emperor swept across the world and unified the world.
It was late autumn, and the morning in Xianyang was getting colder.
Zhang Tai Palace.
The First Emperor, Ying Zheng, was kneeling in front of a bamboo slip that was as thick as a mountain, reading a memorial with a candle in his hand.
"Brother Zheng is really hardworking. He reads hundreds of catties of memorials every day. No wonder he died at the age of forty-nine.”
Not far away, there was a luxuriously dressed child who looked to be eight or nine years old.
Ying Zimo held his round face and sighed in his heart.
He had transmigrated here, and his current identity was the youngest son of the First Emperor.
This was not an enviable identity.
After all, even the First Emperor probably didn't expect that the empire that was built after the sixth generation would collapse in an instant.
Huhai didn't spare any of his brothers and sisters. They were all killed in cruel ways.
So... He couldn't just sit there and wait for death!
"Zimo, you're still so young. Why do you want to accompany me to the morning court?”
A voice rang out.
Ying Zheng rubbed his brows, a trace of relief appearing on his face.
When he faced this eight-year-old son, he did not seem like the ruler of a country, but more like a loving father.
Ying Zimo stood on his tiptoes, made a cup of tea, and said in a childish voice,"
"Imperial Father rarely comes to see your son, so your son can only come to find Imperial Father himself.”
Ying Zheng's expression froze for a moment, not knowing how to open his mouth.
He was usually very busy and had many children, so it was inevitable that he would neglect to pay attention.
Ying Zimo walked over with a teacup and said,"
"Family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs. Father is busy every day, so I can understand.”
"Family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs?"
Ying Zheng sipped his tea and silently recited this sentence.
After carefully tasting it, the profoundness was actually not inferior to the words of the philosophers.
Ying Zheng's brows relaxed as he laughed heartily,""Hahaha, you have such insight at such a young age. As expected of my qilin son. I have underestimated you.”
This child had an extraordinary demeanor since he was young, and his actions were quite similar to his when he was young.
That was why he doted on her the most among his sons.
However, what Ying Zheng did not see was…
A bamboo slip slipped out of Ying Zimo's sleeve.
It landed silently on the table.
"Imperial Father, there is still an hour before the court session. I will wait outside.”
Ying Zimo cupped his hands and bowed like a little adult.
"Okay, okay, okay. Go quickly."
Ying Zheng smiled and patted his head.
He watched as his youngest son skipped out of the hall.
He picked up another bamboo slip and continued to read it.
He had been patrolling the east for a long time, and he had to deal with all the important matters in the court, so he did not intend to waste a moment.
The contents of the bamboo slips entered his eyes.
"Hmm? It says here "
The smile on Ying Zheng's face froze.
The handwriting on the bamboo slip was very strange. The handwriting was crooked.
But what truly shocked the First Emperor was not the words.
It was the content.
A trace of anger appeared on Ying Zheng's forehead.
When he finished reading the bamboo scroll, he was shocked and furious.
In the blink of an eye, his bearing changed from a loving father to an emperor who held the world in his hands.
"Zhao Gao tampered with the posthumous edict and supported Huhai to ascend the throne.”
"Will I still be assassinated in Bo Langsha during this eastern tour?”
The information on this bamboo slip was simply shocking.
These were all prophecies about Great Qin, and they were all treacherous prophecies.
"Ridiculous!"
Ying Zheng's dragon face was furious. Before he could finish reading, he threw the bamboo slip aside.
The ones slandered were his prime minister, his son, and his personal attendant. All of them held high positions.
Who did it?
Meng Tian?
Fu Su?
The first thing that came to Ying Zheng's mind was the factional strife.
Meng Tian and Zhao Gao had always been at odds, while Fusu advocated Confucianism and had a dispute with Li Si.
However, these two were not stupid. Even if they wanted to attack their political opponents, they would not use such an illusory matter to make a fuss. It was too stupid.
Furthermore, with Meng Tian and Fu Su's personalities, one could not tolerate anything, while the other had always been kind and pedantic. They would not do such a thing.
Who else could it be?
"Zhang Han."
Ying Zheng called out in a deep voice.
"I'm here."
Zhang Han entered the hall.
He glanced at the bamboo slips on the ground and the unhappy Qin Shi Huang, and immediately became nervous.
In his mind, this emperor who had swept across the six dynasties would not change his expression most of the time even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.
Why was he so furious today?
He hurriedly picked up the bamboo slip and placed it back on the table without daring to look at it.
"Where did this memorial come from?”
Ying Zheng pointed at the bamboo slips and asked.
Zhang Han took a look and immediately revealed a puzzled expression.
For the convenience of recording, each bamboo slip was marked.
Strangely, this one didn't.
"Your Majesty, I don't know."
Zhang Han said truthfully.
"In other words, this person bypassed you and directly sent this memorial to my table?”
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and asked.
Not only was the content of this bamboo slip absurd, but its origin was also unknown. This was the reason why he was shocked and furious.
The messenger's heart can be killed.
Moreover, his methods were extremely powerful, and he even reached his hand into Zhangtai Palace.
"I have failed in my duty. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!”
Zhang Han's back was drenched in cold sweat.
"Why am I punishing you?"
Ying Zheng gradually calmed down, raised his head and said,""Investigate this matter thoroughly. We must find out who has passed through the case files today and who wrote this memorial!”
"Yes!"
Zhang Han's expression was solemn as he cupped his hands.
"Oh, right."
Just as he was about to walk out of the palace gate, Ying Zheng's voice came from behind him.
"Order the Black Ice Platform to send people to secretly watch Zhao Gao and Huhai while I'm patrolling the east.”
"I accept your orders."
Zhang Han's back view left.
The Black Ice Platform was Great Qin's intelligence agency, and it monitored everything in the world so that the First Emperor would be able to control everything.
Why did the Black Ice Platform keep an eye on Zhao Gao and the Eighteenth Young Master?
He didn't think too much about it and just carried out the First Emperor's orders.
"The undercurrents in the royal court are more turbulent than I thought. The time this memorial was sent happened to be the day of my eastern tour.”
"Although the Black Ice Platform has many spies, I'm afraid it'll be difficult to find out anything.”
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, which shone with a deep light.
Rubbing his glabella, he heaved a sigh of relief.
All the officials and nobles in the court, even his sons, none of them made him worry.
That was not right either.
On the other hand, Zimo was smart and sensible.
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"Perhaps there is a way to make the mastermind jump out?”
"We can also see who will reveal their true colors.”
"Great Qin has many unstable factors.”
Clang--
Clang--
Clang--
At this moment, the sound of the bell reverberated through the clouds and spread throughout Zhangtai Palace.
"Your Majesty, it's time for morning court. This servant has come to welcome you.”
A voice came from the bedroom.
Zhao Gao stood at the door with a pleasant expression.
After reading the 'report letter', Ying Zheng's reason told him that it was ridiculous.
Who would know what had not happened?
However, what was written in it was reasonable and well-founded. It was as if everything would happen in the future, making people inexplicably convinced.
As a result, just hearing Zhao Gao's voice made him feel like he deserved a beating.
Ying Zheng frowned and said,"
"I understand. Go and lead the officials into the hall.”
"Yes."
Zhao Gao was startled and quickly retreated.
What was going on today? Could it be that he had done something to make the First Emperor unhappy?
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