On a quiet afternoon, the sunlight was like fine gold powder, shining through the exquisite window lattices and sprinkling in the study room of the Shangjun County Governor's Mansion.

The study is filled with various ancient books and porcelain, including scrolls depicting mountains and rivers, and porcelain carved with auspicious dragons and phoenixes. Each piece reveals the weight of history and cultural charm.

The air is filled with the faint scent of ink, which is intertwined with the occasional flower fragrance coming from outside the window, creating a tranquil and profound atmosphere.

Prince Fusu was wearing a plain and elegant brocade robe with fluttering sleeves. He was sitting by the window, holding a book about the history of the pre-Qin period tightly in his hand.

His face was handsome, like an immortal walking out of a painting, but his eyes revealed a bit of melancholy and contemplation, as if he was thinking about some important issue.

In front of him was an antique bronze mirror, reflecting his slightly tired face. The frame was carved with intricate patterns, and the traces of time had left mottled marks on it, as if telling of his inner turmoil.

After a long while, Fusu finally couldn't help but speak, with a hint of hesitation in his voice, breaking the silence in the study: "Rongrong, are you busy? I... I have something to ask you about the Qin Dynasty in history."

On the other side, Li Rongrong was sitting at the desk, writing something on paper with great concentration, her strokes smooth and powerful.

Hearing Fusu's words, her hand paused slightly, and the ink dripped onto the paper, staining it black. She looked up at Fusu, a trace of doubt and concern flashing in her eyes: "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

Fusu sighed softly and turned his gaze to the window. His eyes were empty and confused, as if he was looking for some answer.

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"I... I've been feeling uneasy lately. I often have nightmares at night. I dream about my father passing away, planets arriving, and disasters happening one after another... But I can only watch helplessly, unable to do anything." His voice was filled with helplessness and pain.

Hearing this, Li Rongrong frowned slightly, her eyes full of concern and worry.

She put down the brush in her hand and comforted him softly: "Fusu, don't worry too much. Dreams are just dreams, they don't mean anything."

"Moreover, as a prince of the Qin Dynasty, you shoulder important responsibilities and missions. You must believe that you have the ability to change those bad things."

Fusu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He closed his eyes and let his soul find a little comfort in the quiet study: "I know, but I can't help but think about it. What is the future of Daqin and our fate... I am really confused."

Li Rongrong felt a little uncomfortable when she saw Fusu's painful expression.

She silently looked at the history book on the table that she had prepared for Fusu. The book recorded the history of the Qin Dynasty in detail, including the death of Qin Shihuang, and the subsequent rebellions and changes.

There is only one year left before Qin Shihuang's death. In fact, it is okay to tell Fusu now so that he can be mentally prepared.

However, Li Rongrong was worried that Fusu could not bear the blow. After all, he was a prince of the Qin Dynasty and shouldered heavy responsibilities and missions.

Li Rongrong sighed softly, her eyes full of contradictions and struggles. She finally decided to tell Fusu the truth: "Fusu, in 209 BC, Qin Shihuang died of illness in Shaqiu..."

She just said a few words and handed the book over. Prince Fusu, who was shocked, picked up the book and began to read quickly.

Although Qin Shihuang made outstanding achievements during his reign, he pursued immortality in his later years and relied heavily on the treacherous minister Zhao Gao, which led to corruption in the government and misery for the people.

In 209 BC, Qin Shihuang died of illness in Shaqiu. Prime Minister Li Si and eunuch Zhao Gao used abalone to hide his body. Later, the two forged an imperial edict and ordered the death of Prince Fusu.

Prince Fusu was so distressed that he drew his sword and committed suicide in Shangjun...

After Qin II, Hu Hai, ascended the throne, his tyranny became even worse, intensifying and triggering a wave of peasant uprisings.

Eventually, Chen Sheng and Wu Guang rose up in rebellion, and the nobles of the six kingdoms also restored their countries.

The Chu-Han Contention...and the death of Qin II!

There was no change in these words, and when they were put together, Fusu was a little confused.

Li Rongrong knew that he needed a quiet space, so she said nothing and let him calm down slowly.

After a long time, when she was about to fall asleep, Prince Fusu suddenly said, "Rongrong, I know."

His tone was calm and he didn't seem to be affected.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course, nothing will happen. Since Fusu already knows what will happen in the future, he will change." He chuckled and comforted Li Rongrong, "Rongrong, you don't have to worry too much. Although things in the world have been determined, there are also variables."

Seeing him like this, Li Rongrong also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that she thought Fusu was too fragile.

Where she couldn't see, Prince Fusu had already begun to make detailed plans on how to change the fate of the Qin Dynasty.

The plan for the development of Daqin that he had written before was a steady and cautious one, but if natural disasters or man-made disasters were imminent, he would have to speed up.

In the next few days, Prince Fusu was so busy that he would not even leave the courtyard unless he went out to arrange matters.

Until this day.

On the street filled with dappled sunlight and bustling with people, Prince Fusu was wearing an elegant long gown and walking lightly, as if he was out of tune with this noisy world.

His face was cold and his eyes were deep, as if he could see through the essence of everything in the world.

Ever since he learned about the future fate of the Qin Dynasty two days ago, he has been working diligently and forgetting to eat and sleep to handle government affairs.

Until even Li Rongrong on the other side of the mirror couldn't stand it anymore and drove him out for a walk.

Just go out if you want to. Since his wife has said so, how can he not listen?

However, the market in Shangjun is becoming more and more lively, and it seems that its scale is no smaller than that of Xianyang City.

Just as he was immersed in observing the various scenes in the street market, a group of bullies were surrounding an elderly and frail old man. People around were pointing and talking, but no one dared to step forward.

"Do you have our brothers' permission to set up a stall and sell things here?" The bully laughed arrogantly and pushed the old man to the ground.

The old man was very old and could not withstand such intimidation. His hands were shaking and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness.

There was a Qin man standing nearby who couldn't bear to watch any more and wanted to go over to help, but he was stopped by the people next to him before he could do anything.

"Do you know who that man is? He is the county magistrate's brother-in-law. Who dares to mess with him? You'd better not be impulsive, or you will be thrown into jail."

Thinking of the criminal law in Qin Law, those who wanted to help immediately gave up.

Prince Fusu smiled suddenly, and the coldness in his eyes could no longer be hidden. If someone familiar with him knew, they would know that someone was about to be in trouble.

OK, OK.

It was the first time that he realized that the laws of his Great Qin would be an obstacle preventing others from helping him!

Prince Fusu was about to step forward, but unexpectedly someone had gotten there before him at the corner of the street.