Every word of Yu Nian's words resonated like the morning bell and evening drum.

Yu Bai was deeply moved: "Third brother, you are right. We must use this money wisely to build a real future for our Yu family!"

The brother and sister smiled at each other, their eyes burning with infinite longing and blazing ambition for the future.

Just when Yu Bai had just sketched out the outline of his career in his mind and was ready to make a big move.

Far away in another time and space, in the Qin Dynasty, a more profound change has quietly begun.

Inside the Xianyang Palace, candles were lit all night long.

The First Emperor Ying Zheng changed his previous vigorous and decisive style and locked himself in his study for several days, studying the "heavenly books" brought back from the "fairyland" almost day and night.

The white pages were filled with circles and dots, filled with his comments and insights.

If it weren't for the magical "crystal core" that continuously replenished his energy, Prince Fusu almost thought that his father would run out of energy and fall into this mountain of scrolls.

During the period when the First Emperor was in seclusion, all affairs of the court, big and small, were handled by Crown Prince Fusu as regent.

Such an unusual scene naturally caused quite a stir in the government and the country, and all kinds of speculations and rumors secretly grew.

Fusu's wisdom and steadiness made some old ministers nod their heads secretly, but also gave rise to different thoughts in the minds of others.

Among them, the faction of Zhao Gao, the Minister of the Imperial Chariots, was the most active.

Many officials with a keen sense of smell, especially those who were close to Zhao Gao, tried to find out something from him indirectly.

However, Zhao Gao, who used to be very versatile and eloquent, was now like a gourd with a sawed-off mouth, keeping his mouth shut and refusing to utter a word no matter how others tried to probe him.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to say it, but he doesn’t dare to say it!

When Zhao Gao recalled the look that the First Emperor suddenly gave him after reading part of the "Heavenly Book" presented by Crown Prince Fusu some time ago, he felt a chill all over his body, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

That look was cold and sharp, without any warmth, yet filled with murderous intent as fierce as a landslide or tsunami!

Just a glance was enough to frighten this experienced and experienced Minister of the Imperial Chariot House to death. His legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground, his ugly appearance exposed.

If the First Emperor had not taken action immediately, he would probably have been beheaded.

The First Emperor's anger went far beyond this.

Not only did Zhao Gao lose the emperor's favor, but even the eighteenth prince Hu Hai, whom he had supported, was packed up and thrown to the northern border overnight by the order of the First Emperor, and handed over to the custody of General Meng Tian.

What is even more shocking is that the First Emperor issued a secret decree to Meng Tian, ​​ordering him to "transform Hu Hai through labor."

"Reform through labor?"

Zhao Gao felt extremely unfamiliar with this new word that emerged from the "Heavenly Book", but this did not prevent him from accurately understanding its core meaning based on his years of experience in officialdom.

Isn’t reformation the punishment and education that is needed after committing a heinous crime?

In an instant, cold sweat soaked Zhao Gao's underwear.

Those secret dealings between him and Hu Hai, those shady plots that were never allowed to see the light of day, must have been...exposed!

But, this is not right!

Zhao Gao was in turmoil.

What they are plotting is the position of crown prince, or even... the supreme imperial power!

This is tantamount to treason, a capital crime punishable by the death of nine generations of the clan!

Why did the First Emperor simply drive him away and demote him to be the keeper of the stables, while Hu Hai was only exiled to the frontier for "reformation"?

This unreasonable forgiveness was like an invisible sword hanging over his head, making Zhao Gao unable to sleep or eat.

The First Emperor's thoughts became increasingly unfathomable.

This fear of the unknown made him suffer from anxiety all the time.