Zhao Xin found himself transmigrated into a novel, becoming the great villain, a delusional tyrant. This tyrant was obsessed with wine and women, lingering in the imperial harem and never attending...
Young Zhao Xin spoke from the heart.
“You may not believe, but you must be reverent.”
Zhao Xin was young at that time, so he just laughed, but the following words were even more vicious, but the man seemed to understand them.
"This prince will be the emperor in the future. After doing something like this, won't I go to court every day to beg for martial arts and steamed buns?"
How can I lead the people of the Qin Dynasty to work hard? How can I lead the treasury that needs money to work hard? If I can get the country just by praying to the gods, then why do the emperors still fight wars!
"This technique..."
"It's fake, everything is fake. After you finish playing chess with this prince, you can leave, commoner."
That person was a member of the Jianghu. The rigid social hierarchy now suffocated even the lowest commoners. Zhao Xin petitioned his father to abolish or weaken this inherent humiliation.
The late emperor agreed, and everyone had the opportunity to become an official. However, if the emperor broke the law, he would be punished the same as the common people. Those who abused their power for personal gain and perverted the law would be tried by the Sikong Ju, and even the emperor could not be exempted from his crimes.
It was once sought after by people.
"So I don't want to hear your story, and put away that damn expression on your face. You really didn't open the box?"
"I swear I didn't."
Zhao Xin felt around underneath and found a button. He pressed it and the box swung open with a click. Inside was a tightly wrapped object. His frozen hands went numb.
"Your Majesty, what is it?"
This thing is giving off a cool feeling.
Could it be... Thousand-year-old cold iron?
But I heard from the Evil House that this thing had entered the Feng family, so how did it end up in this palace again? Zhao Xin also looked up at the little eyes that were eager to know.
"Do you think this box is cool?"
"This box is like holding an ice cube. If I wasn't so cold right now, I would have just carried it without caring about my appearance."
I'm afraid he didn't bring it with him, but he took it directly back to Dongwu and put it next to the bed when he slept every day.
There is also a stick made of unknown material thoughtfully prepared next to it.