In the thirty-fourth year of Daqin's reign, Xianyang Palace was built.
It was already late at night, but the royal study in the palace was still brightly lit.
In front of the case, a black-robed middle-aged man was reading the memorial seriously.
The man had a dignified appearance that made it impossible to look straight at him. His eyes were curved like a dragon's, and his breath seemed to swallow mountains and rivers.
Ordinary people would be terrified and would not have the courage to speak to him.
This man was the current ruler of Great Qin, the First Emperor, Ying Zheng.
He was probably the only one in the entire world who could have such boldness.
Even so, upon closer inspection, one could still see the tiredness in Ying Zheng's eyes from time to time, as well as the dense white hair between his temples.
Ying Zheng, the man who had swept across the world, could not resist the corrosion of time.
Even if he compared himself to the Ancestral Dragon and was on the same level as the heavens, he was still a mortal after all. He could not escape from birth, aging, illness, and death.
"Hey!"
Under the gradually dimming candlelight, Ying Zheng gently put down the bamboo slip in his hand and sighed slightly.
He could feel that his body did not look like it was in its prime. It was even like it was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. After exhausting himself, he was only left with an empty shell.
He could feel that he did not have much time left, so he had been desperately searching for the Elixir of Immortality for the past few years.
Great Qin depended on him, and if he was no longer around, the massive Great Qin Empire would collapse.
This made him very unwilling.
Although he had many children under him, there were very few who had the talent to govern the world to protect this huge foundation.
The eldest son, Fusu, was talented and intelligent. He was humble and benevolent and had many supporters in the court.
His qualities could indeed make him a wise ruler, but as an emperor, it was useless to rely on benevolence.
Although the Six Nations were unified, the Hundred Schools of Philosophy still existed. The remnants of the Six Nations were always trying to stir up trouble.
Apart from Great Qin, there was also the Great Tang, Great Ming, Great Song, Great Yuan, and many other Dynasties, as well as the Outsiders on the borders.
If Fusu ruled the country with benevolence and virtue, without decisiveness and tyranny, it would be difficult to sustain.
Not only that, Fusu also advocated Confucianism and had advocated enfeoffment many times to promote the rites of Zhou.
This made Ying Zheng very uncomfortable and displeased.
He had finally ended the civil strife, ended the scourge of the enfeoffment system, and unified the imperial power.
If the descendants were to enfeoffed again, wouldn't they become a laughingstock and reverse the flow of history?
That was why Ying Zheng had not chosen an heir, and was still testing Fu Su.
Unfortunately, time did not wait for him. His body was getting weaker and weaker, and the immortality technique was illusory.
Ying Zheng had too many important things to do, and he did not want to unify only the six dynasties. On this land where all the dynasties stood, he wanted to end all the dynasties and become the one and only Great Emperor of all the dynasties.
Other than Fu Su, there was also the 18th son Huhai who was a little smart. He was not as benevolent as Fu Su. Although he was young, he was decisive and ruthless in his actions. It was just that he was not a refined person.
Among the many children, there were only these two.
Thinking of this, this lord sighed again. The feeling of not having much time and no successor was really sad.
In his mind, his children flashed past his eyes one after another.
Suddenly, the Eighth Son, Ying Wushuang, who he had long forgotten, suddenly appeared in front of him.
Ying Zheng knew many people. In his eyes, Ying Wushuang, the Eighth Son, had some talent at first. When he was young, he had also said some shocking words.
However, as he grew older, this eighth son became more and more rebellious. He did not think about the way of the king and did not cultivate himself.
Instead, he indulged in wine and sex.
Everyone in Xianyang knew of his name.
In fact, it was fine. After all, it was not a big deal to be a royal noble. Which man did not have three wives or four concubines?
Unfortunately, Ying Wushuang was getting more and more audacious. Today, he flirted with Prime Minister Li Si's daughter. Tomorrow, he flirted with Great General Wang Jian's granddaughter. Then, he went to the Yin-Yang School to flirt with the Moon Goddess...
Basically, he had offended all the forces in Xianyang.
Even Ying Zheng had a headache facing this good-for-nothing son who was still stirring up trouble.
After all, he was his own son. It was impossible to kill him.
Under pressure, he banished Ying Wushuang from Xianyang for three years to meditate on his mistakes.
"Counting the time, it has been more than three years.”Ying Zheng muttered, thinking of this good-for-nothing Eighth Son for the first time.
"Your Majesty, since you have been reading the memorials, eat something. It is more important to take care of your health.”A young eunuch dressed in black official robes said considerately.
As soon as she finished speaking, the palace maid served exquisite snacks and tea.
Looking at these things, Ying Zheng had no appetite at all, so he said,"
"No matter how good the food is, you'll get tired of eating it every day.”
Other than that, there were all sorts of annoying things. How could he have the appetite?
The young eunuch lowered his head and said,"
"Your Majesty, there is a new restaurant in Xianyang that has recently become famous. It is said that the food in this restaurant is fragrant and delicious.”
Hearing this, Ying Zheng turned his gaze to the young eunuch, and a bright light flashed across his eyes.
The young eunuch lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at him. His entire body was trembling.
"Is that so?"
Ying Zheng fell into deep thought and said nothing more.
……
At the same time, a hundred miles away from Xianyang City, on a nameless mountain peak, a black-robed young man sat in the air, his body surging with Genuine Qi.
Dark clouds gathered above the man's head. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. As time passed, the drizzle turned into a downpour.
The strange thing was that the rainwater stopped three feet away from the black-robed young man, as if it was repelled by an invisible force field.
The young man closed his eyes and focused. Accompanied by the howling wind and heavy rain,
In the next second, a bolt of lightning exploded, accompanied by a dragon's roar that resounded through the world.
The young man who was sitting in the air instantly transformed into a black dragon shadow that was close to 90 feet tall.
Roar!
This black dragon was like a dream, as if a real ancient dragon had crossed time and space to descend.
The black dragon soared through the nine heavens, riding on the clouds and mist. Everything in the world was under its feet. It soared straight up and summoned the wind and rain.
At this moment, the people in Xianyang City seemed to see the dragon-shaped shadow in the distant sky.
However, this phenomenon came and went quickly.
After the thunderstorm stopped, the black dragon descended to the ground and transformed back into the black-robed young man.
The young man's cold face revealed a touch of excitement as he muttered," The ninth level of the Dragon God Technique has reached perfection. After three years of traveling and comprehending the will of the mortal world, I have finally broken through. I have completed the dragon transformation and entered the Great Celestial Phenomenon Realm. With such strength, other than the land immortals, who else in the world can do it but me."”
The young man was none other than Ying Wushuang, the Eighth Prince who had been expelled by Ying Zheng.
After three years, he was back. Not only that, but he had also completed the ninth level of the Dragon God Technique and entered the legendary Great Celestial Phenomenon Realm.
Ying Wushuang wasn't from this world, but a transmigrator.
As a prince, he did not have to worry about food and drink for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately, this was the Qin Dynasty. After the death of Qin II, that unfilial son Huhai and Zhao Gao would almost completely wipe out the Great Qin bloodline in the future.
Not only that, when Ying Wushuang had transmigrated, she had also discovered that Great Qin was not the only existence in this world. There were also dynasties like the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming Dynasties, as well as the Underworld.
For a moment, the difficulty of the dungeon had risen to hell for Ying Wushuang, who was an ordinary person.
Fortunately, when he was eight years old, the golden finger he carried with him awakened.
The Celestial Fishing System would conduct a special fishing session every month. The fishing items came from the myriad worlds. They could be martial arts manuals, pills, people, or even a world.
The Dragon God Technique was Ying Wushuang's high-level martial arts secret manual, and it was also the capital to settle down.
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