Late at night, in the imperial palace of Xianyang.
A candlelight flickered gently. Dressed in a black and gold robe, Ying Zheng was half-leaning on a wide dragon chair, thinking about the matter between Fu Su and Ying Tian.
As the son of the Di, Fu Su was originally his favorite successor. He was also the pillar that he wanted to support Great Qin for ten thousand years, so he had high hopes for Fu Su.
He wanted the various famous masters to be his teachers, trying to get them to learn from the strengths of the hundred schools and view the hundred schools with the eyes of the world.
But he hadn't expected that Fu Su would plunge headfirst into the huge pit of the scholarly faction and never be able to climb out again.
It was also because of Fu Sula's death that the plan to patrol the east that he had long decided on was repeatedly put on hold.
In the current situation, if there was no one to supervise the country, there would probably be a big mess.
On the contrary, Little Nineteen, whom he had always let loose and had never taken to heart, actually had such a bearing unknowingly.
The more so, the more complicated Ying Zheng felt.
"Forget it,"
Ying Zheng sighed softly in his heart.
"Tomorrow, I will be able to see Little Nineteen again and observe her carefully.”
"Also, ask him about the shape he drew.”
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng could not help but look at the sheepskin scroll on the table. Inside the sheepskin scroll was the rubbing of the sword marks drawn by Ying Tian.
He had already asked some capable people, but none of them could see the meaning of this picture. Ying Tian had casually scribbled on it, but Ying Zheng always felt that there was a deeper meaning hidden in it, and some of the shapes even gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity.
"Your Majesty,"
"General Wang Jian and General Wang Ben are here to see you."
At this moment, a young eunuch suddenly walked in slowly and spoke softly.
"You wish to meet me at this time?"
Ying Zheng was slightly stunned, and then his brows slowly knitted together.
Wang Jian was an old official of three dynasties and was extremely cautious in his actions. He knew when to advance and when to retreat. Now that he actually requested an audience in the middle of the night, it seemed like something big had really happened.
He gently rubbed his forehead and said,"
"Let them in…"
"Yes."
In just a few moments, Wang Jian and Wang Ben's tall figures had arrived before Ying Zheng.
"Old General, why did you come here so late at night?”
Sensing the murderous aura that had almost not dissipated from the two men, Ying Zheng said softly,"
Wang Jian and Wang Ben took a deep breath and looked at each other, then Wang Ben stepped forward.
"Your Majesty! Not long ago, little Queen Yan was assassinated in the Nineteen Imperial Palaces. Does Your Majesty know?”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a deathly silence.
Ying Zheng gently knocked on the table, his face calm and expressionless. He thought of many things in a split second, and then said,
"I don't know."
"General Wang, please elaborate."
Hearing Ying Zheng's reply, Wang Jian lowered his head slightly, but a bright light flashed across his eyes.
At the same time, Wang Ben began to explain the whole story.
"Deathsworn who are comparable to martial grandmasters?”
"The assassination in the Nineteen Imperial Palaces?"
" Is Little Nineteen injured?!"
Listening to Wang Ben's words, Ying Zheng slowly sat up straight from his throne, a cold glint in his eyes, and a hint of worry in his voice.
He had just betrothed the Wang Clan and Little Nineteen, and the Wang Clan's little daughter had been assassinated in the Nineteen Imperial Residence. He was still unaware of it.
He even needed Wang Jian to tell him this news.
The meaning behind it was thought-provoking.
"Your Majesty, the nineteenth prince is fine. This is the case. Please give the Wang family justice.”
Wang Ben took a deep breath and bowed with a sorrowful look on his face.
"I understand. I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly. I hope that the two generals can rest assured.”
"It's already late tonight. The two of you should go back early.”
At some point, Ying Zheng had stopped what he was doing. Hearing that Ying Tian was fine, he heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he could not help but feel a little scared.
He looked at Wang Jian and Wang Ben calmly, but his murderous intent was so strong that Wang Ben could feel it in his bones.
When the emperor was angry, millions of corpses fell and blood flowed thousands of miles.
Wang Ben gritted his teeth and hesitated. Just as he was about to say something, Wang Jian pulled him back and bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng.
"Since Your Majesty already knows about this matter, we will take our leave first.”
Following Ying Zheng's slight nod, the figures of Wang Jian and Wang Ben quickly disappeared from his sight.
Ying Zheng slowly stood up, his calm eyes now filled with a bone-chilling coldness. Looking at the flickering candle flame, he said softly,
"Zhao Gao!"
On the other hand, Wang Jian and Wang Ben left the Imperial Palace without stopping.
Looking at the majestic palace that was like a giant black beast devouring everything behind him, Wang Ben couldn't help but ask,
"Father, why didn't we ask His Majesty to investigate this matter thoroughly?”
"Even if it's just a few more words, it's good! Wouldn't it be a waste of time to leave just like that?”
Wang Jian looked at the starless night sky and did not respond. After which, he sighed lightly and said,
"Going too far is as bad as falling short."
"But now, we have not even mentioned who harmed Yan 'er. How can Your Majesty give us justice?”
Wang Ben couldn't help but ask.
Wang Jian almost couldn't help but give Wang Ben another slap when he heard that, wondering why his son was so boorish when he was not fighting!
But in the end, he still comforted himself. He gave birth to her, he gave birth to her…
Wang Jian finally calmed down his emotions. He pressed down the bulging veins and could not help but explain,
"Have you ever thought about the Nineteenth Prince's metaphor?”
"Isn't that the work of the Xianyang literary world? Why are you surprised?"
Wang Ben said in a muffled voice.
"Stupid!"
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