It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Zheng Li slowly rolled up the bead curtain, and the wind started blowing.

The flickering light suddenly became brighter.

Perhaps hearing Xu Zhi's call, the woman behind the curtain stood up in surprise and stretched out her hand toward her tremblingly.

Zheng Li gently called her daughter to come quickly.

Xu Zhi immediately took two steps forward. When she held the hands, she realized that the Queen Mother's skin was still smooth. Despite the sadness and paleness on her face, she was actually a woman who still retained her charm.

"Xiao Hehua?"

"Well," Xu Zhi looked at Zhao Ji, then turned back and smiled at the figure behind her mother, "There is also father."

"Your father?" Zhao Ji's voice was somewhat ups and downs. She raised her eyes and looked into the distance, vaguely seeing a tall black shadow.

"Is it the king or my Zheng'er?"

Just like when he first met her outside Huayang Palace, Xu Zhi still couldn't answer this question for Ying Zheng.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhao Ji fell into deep thought.

After a while, she seemed to hear Ying Zheng's voice, and he seemed to be answering her.

——Don’t call me a widower.Do you consider me your son?

——I am the king of Qin. Do you know how the people of the Six Kingdoms ridiculed me?As the Queen Mother of Great Qin, you have failed to fulfill the obligations of a Queen Mother, and you have never considered the feelings of others.

——Lu Buwei doesn’t take the widow seriously, but Lao Ai wants to get rid of the widow.In the end, even the widow's mother wanted to harm the widow.

In fact, this is Zhao Ji's memory. This is the first conversation Ying Zheng had with her after he brought her back from Yongcheng.

"...I never thought of harming you..." She murmured, only repeating this sentence blankly.

Xu Zhi held Zhao Ji's hand again. Her hand became very cold at this moment.

Even Xu Zhi also felt this coldness.Xu Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and tried to help Zhao Ji get warm.

As a result, she was chilled all over, and winter ice seemed to rush into her blood vessels. The coldness was accompanied by a stinging pain.

This strangeness frightened Xu Zhi, but fortunately she felt Hetu's weak power again.

"Grandma. Look at me." Xu Zhi mouthed towards her.

Xu Zhi said to her softly in the flickering candlelight: "Once the damage is done, it cannot be erased. If you really want to preserve the relationship between mother and child, what you do now is the only way to cultivate the future. "

"He Hua, what did you say?" Zhao Ji thought she was still in a trance.

"Are you willing to fight for your regrets?"

Xu Zhi's tone was very determined, and her eyes were calm as if she wanted to put anyone in the palm of her hand.

Zhao Ji has only seen such a look that encompasses everything in one person in her entire life.

Lu Buwei.

Back then, he single-handedly turned things around and put two generations of Qin kings on the throne.

Zhao Ji didn't feel anything else, and mistakenly thought it was Lu Buwei who was back.

"H-how do I do that?"

"You need to tell the assassin of today one thing personally. Although you are from the Zhao Kingdom, you are also the Queen Mother of the Qin Dynasty. He is no longer the Young Master Jia of Handan, the Zhao Kingdom."

Xu Zhi let go of Zhao Ji's hand, ending this void.

Zhao Ji glanced at her thoughtfully.

Xu Zhi returned to the appearance of a child.She smiled at her reassuringly and looked into the distance again.

Zheng Li, who was on one side, followed Xu Zhi's gaze and turned back. Ying Zheng was standing some distance away from them.

There were not many candles in the hall and it was a bit dim.

She clearly felt the chill.

Ying Zheng's mere presence was enough to intimidate others.

Except for the first night when she saw him in Qin Palace, she had never been afraid of him from beginning to end.

But today, his eyes as deep as the sea were glowing red, and the gloom he exuded made her feel even more devastated.

The candlelight flickered on the tail of Zheng Li, Jinyun and Daiqing's skirt.

Zheng Li just walked to the middle hall.

Ying Zheng suddenly stretched out his hand and yanked her wrist. As if he didn't want to disturb Zhao Ji and He Hua, he silently dragged Zheng Li to the back hall.

Although Zheng Li had already been mentally prepared.

She knew what he was going to ask.

But at this moment, she still felt a huge sense of oppression and suffocation.

She retreated reflexively.

And he frowned and pressed forward step by step.

boom--

Her back hit the bookshelf, and a lacquered desk blocked her from taking a step back.

His tall body leaned down, he came closer to her, placed his hands on her sides, and his voice shook from his throat.

"Why don't you want to lie to me anymore?"

"I thought my wife was willing to deceive me for the rest of my life."