"I have come to welcome the Emperor by order of Lord Wu'an."
The soldiers ignored Ying Zheng's words and repeated their previous words like a machine.
Ying Zheng frowned, flicked his sleeves, and ordered, "Lead the way."
Even though he knew that these people were disrespectful to him, Ying Zheng could not and would not be angry now.
After all, without Chen Xuan and Tai'a by his side, he could not defeat these twenty or so Qin soldiers for the time being.
After all, he was still a child, a thirteen-year-old child, even though he was now an emperor, a son of heaven.
The soldier did not repeat himself, but turned around and walked forward like a single person. The sound that had just shattered the chaos was heard again.
“Boom…Boom…”
That was the sound of soldiers marching.
The evil spirit in the army is something that even Shura Guisha has to avoid.
Ying Zheng followed behind, following behind the pair of soldiers, and watched the chaos in front of him disintegrate. After they left, the light behind them was swallowed up by the chaos again.
All this has nothing to do with Ying Zheng.
The most important thing for him now is to meet Wang He and ask him why he appears here, in this world that Chen Xuan pulled him into.
It seemed like they had walked for a long time, yet it also seemed like not much time, as if it had passed in the blink of an eye, or just an hour or two.
The soldiers stopped and Ying Zheng saw the world clearly.
In front of me is a military camp, a military camp filled with bloody murderous aura.
This military camp was full of military flags, all black, with "Qin" written in the middle.
Ying Zheng's face didn't seem to look very good. This was not Wang He's tent, nor was it the flag Wang He was waving.
But, besides Wang He, is there anyone else who is the Lord of Wu'an?!
Ying Zheng's eyes widened slightly as if he had thought of something, and he saw the soldier in front of him saluting: "Greetings to Lord Wu'an."
Only when the group of soldiers bowed and saluted did Ying Zheng see clearly who was coming.
He was a middle-aged man, dressed in dark clothes. He was not wearing any armor or weapons. He was dressed casually, just like he was at home.
Ying Zheng already had some guesses in his mind. When he was studying with Bie Gong, he had heard many stories about the person in front of him.
Wang He had heard a lot about this, and even his father King Ying Zichu and his grandfather King Xiaowen of Qin praised him highly.
“You, you are…?!”
The middle-aged man in front of him seemed to have just seen Ying Zheng. A smile appeared on his calm face and he bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty, I, Bai Qi, greet you."
Ying Zheng just felt uneasy and even a little chilled.
Although the person in front of him was highly respected in the Qin State, especially in the Qin army, it could not change how he died.
This person was ordered by his great-grandfather, King Ying Zheng, who gave him a sword and ordered him to commit suicide!
If the king is unkind, why should the ministers do their best?
"When I was young, I often heard the name of Wu'an Jun. I thought I could only see him in dreams, but I never thought I could see him in person."
Ying Zheng still couldn't remain calm after all. After all, the name and power of the person in front of him were too strong, and this was his territory.
Judging from the performance of this team of soldiers just now, I am afraid that no soldier in this barracks will have any respect for him, Ying Zheng.
After all, they were several decades and three generations apart, so how could they possibly recognize him, a kid from later generations, as the King of Qin?
"Your Majesty, do not be alarmed. This is the territory of our Great Qin, and the one currently in charge is your great-grandfather."
Bai Qi seemed to notice Ying Zheng's panic, and smiled slightly, but he bowed without any concern.
"The King has ordered that the Emperor be invited to Xianyang for a meeting. Emperor, please!"
What else can we do now?
Even if this is the world after death, even if King Zhaoxiang of Qin is not in power here, what can Ying Zheng do?
He could only follow Bai Qi forward, and as if in a trance, he came to a hall, an empty hall.
This hall is extremely similar to the Xianyang Palace, and is even a replica of the Xianyang Palace. The only difference is the person sitting on the throne.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor has been brought here."
Bai Qi still spoke in a gentle voice, showing no dissatisfaction with the person on the throne, nor with the person who killed him.
Ying Zheng now doubted whether this was just an illusion, an illusion woven by Chen Xuan.
After all, no one can be kind or even respectful to the person who killed them.
"Lord Wu'an, please step aside. I have something to say to my grandson."
King Zhaoxiang of Qin's voice was calm and ordinary, but it resonated in this hall and seemed particularly majestic.
Bai Qi didn't seem to be dissatisfied. He just bowed slightly to apologize and slowly retreated.
Ying Zheng even saw this "human butcher" smile at him before leaving the Xianyang Palace.
Now, it seems that there are only him and the so-called King Zhaoxiang of Qin sitting on the throne in this Xianyang Palace.
"Zheng'er, do you know who I am?"
There seemed to be a hint of smile in King Zhaoxiang of Qin's voice, but the majesty in it seemed still not to be removed, and it hit Ying Zheng with an echo.
Ying Zheng was like an ordinary person, just like the group of ministers who faced him yesterday, full of helplessness.
"From what Wu'an Jun said, it seems that the king is my great-grandfather, King Zhaoxianxiang."
But even so, Ying Zheng had to respond to this power.
This answer also means surrendering and acknowledging one's relationship.
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