When an emperor ascends to heaven on a dragon, it is always a matter of boosting national prestige.
Not to mention that this emperor is most likely the Emperor of Heaven.
If this scene were seen by other countries, it would probably scare a lot of people silly, and even some small countries would rush over to pay tribute and surrender.
Since Ying Zichu's thoughts coincide with Chen Xuan's, Chen Xuan naturally would not ruin Ying Zichu's plan.
However, it is impossible to bow your head so calmly. After all, Ying Zichu is just a mortal, while he, Chen Xuan, is a god and the destiny of a country.
"You are still only the King of Qin on earth, not the Emperor of Heaven, so you naturally cannot make me bow my head." Chen Xuan looked at Ying Zichu and saw that his expression was normal. "King of Qin, I ask you again, can you follow me to heaven and become the Emperor of Heaven?"
As soon as Chen Xuan finished speaking, Ying Zichu felt his body light.
Before he could make a choice, it had already floated over Chen Xuan's head.
Ying Zichu knew that he had no chance to agree or disagree, and asking that question was probably just a formality.
Since I can't resist, I naturally have to accept it honestly.
"I will take on the role of Heavenly Emperor for a few days, and leave the Great Qin to the Son of Heaven, to Ying Zheng!"
…
Lu Buwei sat alone in his mansion.
Lu Buwei lowered his head slightly, then picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip slowly. He then looked at the darkness before him and said, "Is it coming?"
"Of course I'm coming."
It seemed like just a gust of wind blew down, and there was a figure in front of Lu Buwei. After looking carefully, he found that he was the Mohist who assassinated Ying Zichu a while ago.
"Lü Buwei, do you still keep the promise you made to me about the Mohist school?"
The Mohist didn't hesitate and picked up the teacup on the other side and started drinking without any suspicion.
"The king is still alive!"
Lu Buwei ignored it and just said something that seemed irrelevant, but it made Mo Zhe's face dark for a while.
"He's already dead. What can you do if you care so much?"
Mohist looked at Lu Buwei, his eyes narrowed naturally.
"The mission you gave me wasn't to kill the King of Qin. You better understand what the deal is between you and me!"
"I understand clearly." Lü Buwei's right hand climbed up his chin again, stroking his long-grown beard. "The day the king dies will be the day our deal will be fulfilled."
"Lü Buwei, half of the people in Xianyang support you, and there are even some important figures in the army. Even so, you still don't dare to take action. How can you make me trust you?!"
Mozhe seemed to be mocking something, or as if the cushion was not very comfortable. Another gust of wind blew past, and he disappeared without a trace.
Lu Buwei was not worried. When the Mohist came to find him that day, he knew that this was a gamble, and what he was doing now was also a gamble.
The probability of losing the bet is very high for both, but the result of losing is the same.
It's just a death.
Although Lü Buwei cherished his life, he cherished power even more. After winning this gamble, he would gain far more than what he would lose if he failed.
A chill spread across Lu Buwei's neck. He didn't need to lower his head to know that a dagger was pointed at him, and the one holding the dagger was Mohist.
"Lü Buwei, I am giving you a choice: to honor my promise, or never to honor it."
Although Lu Buwei could not see Mozhe's expression, he knew that it must be cold and stern.
"After the king passes away, it will naturally be fulfilled."
Lu Buwei was not at all panicked. He put the teacup down slowly, and after freeing his hand, he slowly pulled the dagger down.
Mohist did not make any other move and let Lu Buwei naturally push the dagger away.
Mozhe was about to say something else when he heard a loud roar. A powerful force suddenly rose up and pressed him to the ground.
Like a dark cloud covering the sky, the whole city of Xianyang became dark.
Lu Buwei swore that he had seen something he would never have imagined in his entire life.
It was a dragon, a huge dragon, and this huge dragon was lying in the Xianyang Palace, in front of Ying Zichu's bedroom, asking him if he wanted to be the "Emperor of Heaven".
From the moment Ying Zichu appeared in front of the dragon head, Lu Buwei knew that all his plans were no longer in dispute.
Those plans might even become an excuse for Ying Zheng to purge them in the future.
He, Lu Buwei, was finished. He had messed up and lost the bet.
…
Meng Ao had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by Meng Wu.
He frowned and was about to curse when he heard a roar between heaven and earth.
"King Qin, your life has come to an end, and I am here to take you away."
This conversation woke Meng Ao up.
His mind is now full of the news that Ying Zichu is about to die, and Ying Zheng has not returned yet, so Xianyang is likely to be in chaos.
"Meng Wu, quickly go to Lü Buwei's house and keep an eye on him! If he does anything wrong, just slaughter his entire family!"
Meng Ao's mind was blank now, and he didn't even think about where the voice came from.
"Father, Lu Buwei is no longer important! Outside! There's a dragon lying outside! A black dragon!"
Seeing that Meng Ao was a little confused and the noise outside was loud, Meng Wu could only shout at Meng Ao.
"Dragon?" Meng Ao's confused mind seemed to be clearer. He hadn't slept for a long time, and was woken up just after he dozed off. Naturally, he was a little confused.
"dragon?!"
It seemed that the word "dragon" stimulated Meng Ao, and it also seemed that Chen Xuan's subsequent words shocked him awake. Meng Ao finally woke up.
Meng Ao ignored Meng Wu's calls and got off the bed barefoot. He walked out of the room, looked up at the sky, and happened to see Chen Xuan carrying Ying Zichu.
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