One-Armed Prince Ying Yunxiao Fuses with Red-Haired Shanks!
Thirty-three years ago.
It had been seven years since Ying Zheng, the Qin Emperor, destroyed the six dynasties and unified the world.
After Ying Zheng proclaimed himself emperor, the war of the Spring and Autumn Period that had lasted for more than five hundred years was finally extinguished.
The Great Qin Empire was peaceful.
However, under this peaceful empire, there were countless ants breaking out of their nests and undercurrents surging.
They wanted to overthrow the Great Qin Empire.
This is internal and external trouble.
Inside, the 18th prince Huhai and the eldest son Fusu had been fighting for the position of crown prince for a long time.
On the other hand, the remnants of the Six Nations had been waiting for an opportunity to rebel. The Xiongnu in the north had also been harassing the Central Plains.
Chaotic times were imminent.
...
At dawn, the sun rose.
At this moment, a luxurious dragon carriage drove out from the Xianyang City gate, looking extremely majestic.
There was a man with sharp eyes and a jade-like face on the dragon carriage.
He was dressed in a black and gold royal robe, and he wore twelve strings of red jade on his head.
The man was none other than Great Qin's Emperor, the first Emperor in history.
First Emperor, Ying Zheng!
Behind the Dragon Carriage were Great Qin's Prime Minister, Great Qin's Marquis, Great Qin's Sword Saint, and countless Imperial Army soldiers who were filled with killing intent.
The dragon carriage stopped three miles out of the city, as if it was waiting for someone.
This scene surprised the people of Xianyang City.
"Who is so influential that His Majesty wants to go out of the city to personally welcome him?”
"Heh, you don't know this, right? His Majesty is waiting for Fifth Young Master.”
" Fifth Young Master!"
"What about cripples?"
"Hey, do you want to die?"
That person hurriedly looked left and right before heaving a sigh of relief.
"What is going on? What ability does Fifth Young Master have to make His Majesty welcome him personally?”
The person beside him said.
"You don't know, but Fifth Young Master once risked his life to save His Majesty.”
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On the dragon chariot, Ying Zheng stared at the east with guilt.
Ten years ago, he was assassinated by the remnants of the Six Nations during his eastern tour.
At the critical moment, his fifth son, Ying Yunxiao, stepped forward to block the sword.
Cloudsky broke his left arm because of this, and his body became weak and sick from then on.
Fortunately, a miracle doctor brought him to an overseas island to recuperate.
This treatment lasted for ten years.
Hearing that he was much better and was ready to come back, Ying Zheng went out of the city to welcome him.
Unprecedented treatment.
Ying Zheng said.
"Li Si, when will Meng Tian's message arrive?”
Li Si, who was beside the dragon carriage, walked forward.
"Your Majesty, it should be an hour later.”
Hearing Li Si's answer, Ying Zheng did not say anything else and stared at him quietly.
An hour later.
Dark shadows rolled up clouds of dust and entered Ying Zheng's sight.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer.
Seeing this, Ying Zheng walked out of the dragon carriage.
This scene made Huhai extremely jealous.
His gaze was vicious.
"A cripple actually made Imperial Father…"
He was the most doted on, but he did not expect to be outdone in an instant.
Zhao Gao shook his head.
The young master he assisted was really bad.
He said,
"Young Master, you don't have to be like this. Fifth Young Master's left arm is crippled. Even if His Majesty dotes on him, he won't be the Crown Prince.”
"Young Master's greatest enemy is Young Master Fusu.”
After Zhao Gao's reminder, the pig Huhai's expression eased up.
That's right, no matter how much Ying Yunxiao was doted on by his Imperial Father, how could a cripple with an arm be the future Emperor of Great Qin?
It was hard to be a general king.
Of course, he was still very unhappy.
In the distance, Meng Tian led the Golden Fire Cavalry to protect a carriage.
On the carriage, Ying Yunxiao, who had lost his arm, looked at the Xianyang Palace in front of him with a disappointed expression.
After ten years, he was finally back.
He was not from this era. He came from the 21st century.
By chance, he had transmigrated to Great Qin and became Ying Yunxiao, whose left arm had been cut off by an Assassin.
He had thought that he would be crippled for the rest of his life, but fortunately, he had awakened the system.
He had fused with the template of the four emperors with red hair.
That's right, it was the man who had eaten the fruit of pride.
The man who ended the battle on the top of the mountain with one sentence.
That domineering man, the man who had scared off the navy general Green Bull with his Conqueror's Hit a hundred miles away from the coast of the Hezhi Country.
He had already completely fused with it.
Within ten years, he had already built an unprecedented maritime empire on the sea.
Everyone who saw it was called the Emperor of the Sea.
However, no one in the Nine Provinces knew.
Beside him, a gentle beauty was helping him tidy up his clothes.
The beauty had jade-like skin, and her fiery eyes seemed to want to devour Ying Yunxiao.
The beautiful woman said.
"Why did Your Majesty suddenly return to Xianyang?”
Ying Yunxiao glanced at Yan Lingji and smiled.
"There are some things I need to take care of."
Yan Lingji didn't say anything more after hearing that. She rested her head on Ying Yunxiao's lap, and gently stroked his empty left arm with her snow-white hand.
Ying Yunxiao smiled faintly, his mind starting to work.
He had returned mainly for Great Qin's world.
It had been thirty-three years since the First Emperor, and there were still three years left before the Ancestral Dragon passed away.
Qin II ascended the throne, and the world was in chaos. Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, and the remnants of the six countries rebelled.
Qin, the second generation died. He would not allow such an outcome.
That was why he came back.
However, he had not thought of how to act yet.
He was already the emperor of the sea, and the four oceans were all his territory.
It was already enough. If he became Great Qin's Emperor, it would be quite tiring.
It was inappropriate for Zhao Gao to kill Huhai directly.
What should he do?
Why don't we destroy the remnants of the Six Nations first?
Ying Yunxiao pondered.
Soon, they were three miles away from Xianyang City.
"Young Master has arrived. His Majesty is in front.”
Following Meng Tian's voice, Ying Yunxiao came back to his senses.
He touched Griffin in his eyes and got off the carriage.
After he walked out, a man who looked 80% like him came into sight.
Meng Tian bowed first.
"Your Majesty, Meng Tian did not fail."
Ying Yunxiao also bowed.
However, because he had lost his arm, he could only bow with one hand.
"Your son greets Imperial Father."
Zu Long's father looked at Ying Yunxiao and hurriedly said.
"Xiao 'er, there's no need to be so polite. How's your body?”
He didn't doubt Ying Yunxiao's identity at all, because the two of them were too similar.
Ying Yunxiao said," Your son's body is much better.”
Ying Zheng heaved a sigh of relief.
"That's good. You're tired from the journey. Follow me back to the palace first.”
Ying Yunxiao nodded.
After glancing at Ge Nia, he returned to the carriage.
Ge Nia stared at Griffin, his eyes flashing.
What kind of gaze did he have?
Even though Griffin had not unsheathed his sword, he could sense a trace of the might of the Conqueror's Color.
In the carriage, Ying Yunxiao raised the corner of his mouth.
"Sword Saint Ge Nia?"
Sword Saints were no match for him.
After saying that, he laid on Yan Lingji's body.
The woman's fragrance made him feel relaxed and happy.
Yan Lingji said.
"This journey is so slow. It's not as fast as Your Majesty's sea train.”
Ying Yunxiao smiled.
How could a carriage compare to the sea train he had built?
However, should he build a train for his father to travel across the country?
Just as he was thinking about this, Ying Zheng said in a deep voice,"
"Back to the palace."
After a shout, the imperial guards raised their flags and returned.
Along the way, the commoners knelt and secretly watched.
Back at Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng had specially prepared a quiet courtyard for Ying Yunxiao.
This made Huhai extremely jealous.
He glanced at Griffin, who was hanging on Ying Yunxiao's waist, and said in a strange tone.
"Fifth brother, your body is too weak to learn martial arts.”
"I did, but it's useless."
Ying Yunxiao glanced at him.
"Do you want to compete with me?"
That gaze that pierced straight at Huhai made his heart turn cold.
Even Zhao Gao felt a chill run down his spine.
How was that possible?
A cripple with a broken left arm?
It must be an illusion!
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