It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

It was this day in late autumn of 221 BC.

The Qin State ushered in a new era.

A unified Qin Dynasty

The first year of Emperor Qin Shihuang.

Chunyu Yue, Shusun Tong and other doctoral officials discussed the title of emperor with Prime Minister Wang Wan and Court Justice Li Si.

"'In ancient times, there was the Heavenly Emperor, the Earthly Emperor, and the Thai Emperor. The Thai Emperor is the most noble.' Your subjects are willing to sacrifice their lives to honor you. The king is the 'Thai Emperor.' An order is called an 'edict', a decree is called an 'edict', and the Son of Heaven calls himself 'I'."

They spent several months reading the classics.

Li Si waited anxiously for Ying Zheng's answer.

But in milliseconds.

When their lips touched, he said:

"Remove the word 'Tai' and add 'Huang', adopting the ancient title of 'Emperor' and calling himself 'Emperor'."

Everyone's heart trembled.

"I have heard that in ancient times, people had titles but no posthumous titles. In the Middle Ages, people had titles, and their deeds were used as posthumous titles after death. In this way, sons would criticize their fathers, and ministers would criticize their rulers. This is pointless, and I do not accept it. From now on, the posthumous title system will be abolished. I am the First Emperor. Future generations will count by the second, third, and even tenth generations, and it will be passed down endlessly."

From this day on.

She knew that he was no longer the King of Qin, but the monarch of the world.

Xu Zhi bowed his head and knelt down.

She lowered her head, the footsteps stopped, and the sound of wheels stopped.

The emperor's carriage stopped in front of her.

The wind blew past, lifting her hair. The gold and jade pieces in her hairpin collided with each other, making a sound of gold and jade breaking.

He got out of the car.

"Your Majesty the Emperor..."

"The Queen Mother is waiting for you in Ganquan Palace, according to etiquette and law, Your Majesty,"

First, Zhao Gao's whisper was heard, and then the voice of Grand Tutor Chunyu Yue was heard, but Chunyu Yue soon stopped talking.

Ying Zheng stopped right in front of her.

She did not look up immediately as she had done before.

Perhaps Ying Zheng's gaze was a little heavy, so she couldn't raise her head directly like before.

This heaviness and weight is nothing but the word "imperial power".

For Xu Zhi, she could guess some of her father's thoughts. Because of her profession, she was already familiar with the emperor's suspicion and knew the importance of imperial power.

"Yong'an."

Ying Zheng's voice fell from above his head.

Maybe others didn't know, but how could Ying Zheng not see what she had just done with Meng Yi in Zhangtai Palace?

"Meng Yi cooperates well with you."

This short sentence startled Xu Zhi and he looked up suddenly.

There was no one else around him.

His black robes looked more unfamiliar than before. The emperor's procession in the distance was also much more grand than when he was the King of Qin.

"Father." Xu Zhi called out this new name. "This matter has nothing to do with Meng Yi. It's all because of me. When I was in Handan, I concealed the fact that Zhang Han went to Zinian Lane from the Minister of the Imperial Chariots..."

Xu Zhi wanted to explain more, but Ying Zheng raised his hand to stop him.

She felt even more nervous.

"Afraid of me?"

He spoke in a light tone, and his expression was unclear behind the beaded curtain.

The big palm stopped in the air.

A ray of light shone through the gap between his thumb and index finger and fell on her cheek.

When the sun was still in the east, Ying Zheng was the father. Now, the sun has risen to its highest point. From now on, he is the emperor. He is the first emperor who has been called a tyrant for nearly two thousand years.

Are you afraid?

She looked at him. The lines on his palm were so clear, more vivid than any terracotta warrior she had unearthed.

She reminded herself again and again to remember the way she had come and not to think about such a ridiculous ending again.

But why would she be afraid?

How could she be afraid of Ying Zheng?

She was afraid that fate would be cruel to Qin, she was worried that everything would be as Mo Qi said, and her worries were in vain.

She looked up, shook her head, and placed her hand over his.

Then, she asked him the same question: "Father, are you afraid?"

Ying Zheng was startled, then he smiled solemnly, "All the court officials congratulated me, only you and your mother would ask this question."

Just now, Chunyu Yue and a group of Confucian scholars had a heated argument over the fact that Xunzi stayed in Qin and was stranded in Baqiao Palace.

Confucian scholars have never been afraid of death.

Especially those who came from Qi State, they didn’t know why they chose this day.

They were just about to point their fingers at Ying Zheng and scold him bluntly: imprisoning Xunzi with ulterior motives. Your Majesty's claim to the throne is against the will of heaven, and disaster will surely befall you.

Xu Zhi naturally didn't know about these things.

Ying Zheng lifted her up with just a little effort.

"The autumn is very cold, and the ground is cool."

Xu Zhi didn't have time to appreciate these words, and then Ying Zheng patted the back of her hand. He leaned slightly and said in a voice with a hint of chanting, "Do you know? I just issued a secret order."

Xu Zhi bet that even in the past ten years, she rarely heard Ying Zheng speak in such a melancholy tone.

Ying Zheng just paused and said briefly.

"Xiaodunzi has no luck."

Just milliseconds.

Ying Zheng immediately returned to his usual cold and cruel self.

Fortunately, compared with Ying Zheng, she was still not very tall. She raised her face quietly, and she saw the hesitation and deviation in the gaze hidden behind the heavy glaze beads.

He is not as hard-hearted as one might imagine.

However, the emperor's regret probably only lasted for a second.

Dun Ruo suggested that Li Si or Yao Jia should be appointed as prime minister, otherwise he would kill himself by hitting his head in the Zhangtai Palace.

But Li Si will definitely become prime minister.

So Dun Ruo had to die.

"Do you remember it?" Ying Zheng asked.

Xu Zhi felt dizzy and stood there stiffly.

She felt that there must be something indescribable slowly opening up above her head.

Just as dark clouds were gathering and about to cover the sky.

Won't give her any respite.

An electric current was aroused in her body. No one could break the fate, because the people in the game were the most trapped, and all the core contradictions and anchor points were concentrated on one person.

All the people put together cannot change his will.

He is the First Emperor.

Ying Zheng believed that only those who had walked with him all the way could understand the weight of these three words.

"My father is His Majesty the Emperor."

"My daughter remembered it," she said.

Ying Zheng didn't say anything, he raised his head and looked into the distant space.

The road ahead is silent and desolate.

The sleeves suddenly felt heavy.

She looked at him with eyes that were as dark as his own.

She bowed her head and said bluntly: "It's just that I don't think my father is in a good mood after issuing the secret order."

Ying Zheng paused. No one could guess his mind so accurately. The Han Fei of the past had completely disappeared.

What kind of person is Ying Zheng?

Deep down in his heart, he had never trusted anyone, especially his family.

Ying Yiren, Changping Jun, his younger brother Cheng Jiao, and even his own mother had betrayed him.

The only solace he could find was in his courtiers.

No one could ignore the sharp sword in his hand after seeing blood. Even if that person was her daughter, he didn't believe that she wouldn't hate him for what happened to Zhang Liang.

"Father, your daughter would like to write a eulogy for Dunzi and ask the court official to write it himself."

Xu Zhi looked at him and heard him say "yes", but she couldn't understand the deep meaning in his eyes.

She no longer even expected Ying Zheng to trust her as much as he trusted Li Si.

Under the crown, he is just the emperor of the world.

-

When Xu Zhi arrived at Li Si's house.

She was surprised to see a foot-long bamboo slip on the desk in the study, and the green slip was hung on the curtain rack.

A weak eulogy was written on it.

"The court judge has great literary talent, and what I have in my hands is honored to be engraved in books."

She said this and turned to leave. But she ran into the Persian cat, which was too old to run around anymore, at the door. It looked at her, took two steps, and lazily leaned in the cat bed made of soft cloth, curled up in a ball, its whiskers turned white, and it didn't meow at all during the whole process.

Many memories rushed past her.

She turned around for some unknown reason and saw Li Si standing in front of his study.

The black door frame casts a lot of shadows.

Li Si didn't expect Xu Zhi to stop.

"Your Highness, please take care of it." "I will carve it properly."

"It has delayed the time of the court official to handle many government affairs."

"I dare not." Li Si asked tentatively, "Why does Your Highness want me to carve it?"

The wind slowly picked up, and what she said was no different from ten years ago.

Ying Hehua's gaze rested on the handwriting on the desk.

"So lovely."

"I just think Tingwei's handwriting is beautiful."

"I really hope I can learn your essence like Li Xian. But then I think it would be great if I can learn 80% of your skills."

Xu Zhi remembered what she and Dun Ruo had said, that she would definitely make sure his reputation was engraved on the stone.

Li Si's handwriting will surely be collected by people in later generations.

But she really didn't want to say anything more.

"Princess."

Li Si's voice was more desolate than the autumn wind. "The matter of Dunzi was definitely not the original intention of your majesty and me."

Xu Zhi looked at him and realized that Li Si knew everything. He knew that she came to cause trouble for him today.

But Li Si stopped here.

At this moment, Xu Zhi suddenly felt that many things were meaningless.

Dun Ruo is already dead.

Died under the combined efforts of all parties.

Li Si is the first, and she is also one of them.

She never thought about Zhang Ping's death in detail.

Until she looked at the weak eulogy...

After eliminating all calculations, must we reach the end of the intertwined contradictions and put an end to them with death, in order to be considered a winner?

Li Xian returned to Xianyang from Shu for the second time in early winter.

This time, he was not covered in frost, he was not kneeling exhausted in the snow, and Ying Hehua and others were not in his house to comfort him.

However, he witnessed the death of another person with his own eyes.

Suddenly weak.

He finally realized that what he had been doing was useless.

Could it be that in the end, he had found the wrong source of the error?

He rescued Dun Ruo with great difficulty in the crisis-ridden city of Handan, but was unable to let him live out his life in peace.

He remembered Dun Ruo telling him several times, "If anything happens to you, your father will hate me to death." "If it weren't for you, I, an old man, wouldn't be alive."

When he forced the defense map into his arms amid the starving people in the city, Dun Ruo almost burst into tears and said, "I really envy Li Si. It would be a real pleasure if I had a son or grandson like you, Jing Qian. You, must come back alive."

The gates of Handan are opened - it was he who had been locked up in the lonely city.

Black and white are blurred, everything is upside down.

He can't let it go.

-

This time, Xu Zhi woke up in fear, and the feeling of suffocation on his neck was finally real.

Now, she finally understood. Mo Qi had told her again and again that if a snowball that could change her fate hit her, she might not know where it came from.

A psychedelic and hazy light sprinkled on his face.

There is a strong scent of agarwood between breaths.

"Why did Dun Ruo die?"

"Why kill him?"

"Xu Zhi. Why?"