In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

He recognized a fact.

He can't be king.

No matter how high and powerful he is, it can't change the reality that he is a villain who is angry and resentful, or a villain who has driven his master emperor to death.

The remaining Qin Chen, no matter how obedient he is, does not want to bow down to someone like him, shouting "Long live, long live, long live".

He doesn't deserve it.

Zhao Gao also knew that he was not worthy, but he would never give up if he didn't try some things.

Fortunately, he had already prepared a backup plan.

That is, as early as when the first emperor died, the eldest son of the first emperor, who was personally forced to death at the foot of the Great Wall by him, was supposed to be the son of Fusu, the son of Qin II, Ying Ziying.

Zhao Gao wanted to follow the example of making Hu Hai the king and once again create a puppet for himself.

"Ziying, you—poof—"

Pushing the door into the hall where Ziying was under house arrest, Zhao Gao was greeted with a cold glow.

In disbelief, he looked down instead.

A long spear sank deep into his abdomen.

He raised his head tremblingly, and what he saw was Ziying's hateful and angry eyes.

"I—" He spat out a mouthful of blood, as if trying to say something.

"Dog slave - give me death!"

Ziying, whose eyes were flushed with blood and tears, roared with filial piety, pulled out the spear forcefully, and used all his strength to stab Zhao Gao again.

puff-

The spear pierced Zhao Gao's chest directly.

Zhao Gao's eyes suddenly lost his expression, his chin trembled slightly, and fell weakly to the side.

Ziying looked down at Zhao Gao's fallen corpse and burst into tears.

This is Da Qin's biggest sinner and the most damned thief.

After Zhao Gao was killed, Ziying only felt sad.

"Father, Grandfather"

Kneeling to the north, kneeling in the direction of the Great Wall, Ziying cried bitterly, unable to help herself.

===Chapter 930 Death of Qin===

"Your Majesty..." The little eunuch who accompanied Hu Hai that day was still alive, and now he was following Ziying's side as he should have, sweating profusely.

"Shut up!" Ziying stared, and the servant knelt on the ground.

Ziying looked at the little eunuch lying on the ground and sighed.

"Don't call me the lonely emperor."

"It's called Gu... Your Majesty." Ziying's eyes were full of sadness, although she was humiliated, she still said so.

The little eunuch knelt on the ground, not daring to speak.

Ziying didn't care either, he just walked forward with a self-deprecating and sad smile on his face.

"Thinking about my hundreds of years of foundation in Daqin...so rich, so powerful, but in the end it ended up like this..."

"Eunuch Li, do you think Gu wants to call himself a king?"

He sat on the stool and picked it up in front of him, the golden crown that was worn on the head of the first emperor Ying Zheng, and also on the head of the second emperor of Qin, Ying Huhai, with a sad expression.

"Qin... I'm exhausted..."

His fingers brushed the flow of the crown, and without noticing it brought tears.

Drying the tears with his sleeves, he heard a hurried report.

"Report-"

"Your Majesty, Liu Jijun, has come to the city!"

Hearing this "report", Ziying closed her eyes in pain.

"Eunuch Li... bring Gu's white robe."

"Your Majesty.... Your Majesty..." The little eunuch lay on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Ziying.

"Come on." Ziying patted the desk and urged.

......

Liu Ji did not attack the city immediately.

Because, at the Xianyang city gate, no one was there.

After taking down Lantian, he did not delay, and came to Xianyang City without stopping.

And now, he has some vague guesses.

In a trance, I saw that the luxurious city gate had been opened, and inside the city gate, there were crowds of people.

Not long after, I saw a young man in a white robe standing in the first place and walking out.

In his hand, he was holding a wooden plate.

The wooden plate was covered with a luxurious cloth, and there seemed to be something underneath.

Zhao Gao rode on the horse, looked at the young man, and narrowed his eyes.

"That's...?" Turning his head, Liu Ji asked Zhang Liang.

"That's Ziying." Zhang Liang is well-informed, so he can naturally recognize the son of the Qin Dynasty, "Fusu's eldest son Ziying."

"Or you can call him... Qin III." Zhang Liang seemed to have guessed, and glanced at Liu Ji meaningfully.

Liu Ji nodded and let out a breath through his nose.

Behind Ziying were a group of old Qin Dynasty officials in black robes.

Zhao Gao had murdered Zhongliang for three years, and these were the only old officials left.

Ziying's head is not the nine-class crown worn by the emperor, but the crown of the son.

Then, under Liu Ji's shocked and clear eyes, Qin Sanshi Ziying... knelt down.

Even Qin Chen, who was wearing a black robe behind him, knelt down.

But even if they knelt down, they were still walking forward, wriggling, followed by two carriages. Sitting inside were the bound wives and daughters and family members of Ziying.

Wear white mourning robes, walk on your knees...

This is condescension.

Tears flowed out of Ziying's eyes, dripping on the ground, dripping on the soiled white robe, Ziying gritted her teeth, and the hand holding the wooden plate trembled, unable to extricate herself.

Humiliation, sorrow, pain, resentment.

But this was Ziying's last breath to save Da Qin, the only way.

Liu Ji looked at Zhang Liangli's food, then looked at Fan Kuai, Peng Yue and Ren Ao, and pouted.

But I found that everyone's faces were full of sighs.

Even they, who are enemies, feel sad.

Absolutely sad.

Liu Bang got off his horse, glanced at Zhang Liang again, motioned him to control the army, and then went to Qin Sanshi alone... No, Qin Ziying walked over.

In Qin, there were only two emperors, Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, who ruled the world, and Qin Er Shi Ying Hu Hai, who defeated his ancestors.

Ying Ziying...not proclaimed emperor.

So he is just the King of Qin, Prince Qin of Qin.

Ziying bent her head, Liu Ji was a thousand meters away from him, but he could clearly hear Liu Ji's footsteps.

It wasn't footsteps.

That's the bell.

Sweat and tears dripped onto the ground along Ziying's cheeks, but he couldn't make a sound, but the ground was already wet.

The wooden plate in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, but Ziying had to support it.

This is the time for Da Qin to finally have these things.

Liu Ji has already walked to Ziying.

The first thing he did was to pick up the luxurious cloth that was covered on the wooden plate, and threw it on the ground, looking at the really precious things covered by the cloth.

That is the jade seal and the military talisman.

Ziying looked at Liu Ji's shoes and at the cloth thrown aside by Liu Ji, feeling that her heart was aching.

What was lost was not the cloth, but the dignity of his Daqin.

Liu Ji didn't reach out to move the jade seal and the soldier talisman. He grabbed Ziying's arm and helped Ziying up.

Ziying stood up, but kept her head down.

"Qin Sanshi?"

"King Qin."

Liu Ji nodded and raised his hands, but he still didn't take the jade seal and the soldier talisman, just hugged his chest.

He glanced at the pool of water on the ground, then glanced at Zi Ying's puffy eyes, and couldn't help but pouted.

After walking around Ziying for a few laps, Liu Ji kept looking at Ziying, but Ziying kept silent.

"Qin, would you like to come down?" After turning around three times, Liu Ji stood still, raised his head slightly, and looked at Ziying.

"...I wish to come down." Ziying raised her eyes and finally met Liu Ji.