That was Ying Zichu's face.

Coupled with what happened to Zanno just now, Wang He seemed to have guessed something, and his face became increasingly ugly.

"Send the order, take off your armor, and march as fast as possible to Xianyang!"

"Pass on the order from Lord Wu'an. Disarm and march as quickly as possible back to Xianyang!"

Although they were not quite sure what Wang He meant, military orders were as heavy as mountains. Before they returned to Xianyang, they were all Wang He's subordinates, and Wang He's orders were as good as heaven.

Everyone started moving, not even caring about the dust that had just stuck to their bodies. They threw away their armor and marched at full speed.

Wang He sat on the frame and felt the bumps around him.

He knew that something big was about to happen in Xianyang City and Yong City, the two most important places in Qin State!

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The root of all things, Ying Zheng, seemed exceptionally relaxed.

It was different from when he came to Yongcheng. Back then, there were only 120 cavalrymen, and the emperor fought to gain power, but now, tens of thousands of people in Yongcheng were kneeling to see him off.

This kind of power was something Ying Zheng had never enjoyed when he came here. Except for the day he ascended the throne in Xianyang, he had never enjoyed so many people kneeling down from the bottom of their hearts.

At this time, Ying Zheng was truly like a god, living in the hearts of every citizen in Yongcheng.

For the lower-class people in the pre-Qin period, they did not know who Ying Zichu was or what his relationship was to Ying Zheng. They only knew that God blessed the Qin Dynasty and that a god came to protect the Qin Dynasty and the city of Yong.

This god was brought by Ying Zheng, and with him came the promise of good weather and good harvests.

For them, everything is simple and everything is particularly trustworthy.

But all this comes at a price.

If the promise is not fulfilled, they will put all the blame on Ying Zheng. The more they worship him now, the more crazy they will be by then.

"Chen Xuan, since you promised on behalf of my father today, aren't you afraid that you will be condemned by my father when you return?"

Ying Zheng knew that nothing that happened today had any effect on Ying Zichu's intentions, and everything was directed and acted by Chen Xuan himself. However, he still held some hope in his heart, hoping that Ying Zichu was still alive.

"We'll talk about it when the time comes." Chen Xuan didn't care. He was the one who watched Ying Zichu die. Even if he survived in the future, he would have to be grateful to him and let Ying Zichu have the title of "Black Emperor".

"Zheng, have you thought about how to deal with the people in Xianyang? Don't tell me you want to kill them all."

"Of course not." Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes. "Since you have other ideas, I will naturally not spend a single cent."

"That's great."

Chen Xuan didn't care about the life or death of that bunch of trash. No matter what Ying Zheng did, as long as he didn't let them go, Chen Xuan would not interfere at all.

"Very good indeed!"

Ying Zheng learned a sentence and then lowered his head to continue pondering the jade slip in his hand.

Compared to Chen Xuan, the jade slip in his hand seems to be more mysterious.

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