Ying Zheng frowned deeply, his chest heaving with anger.
Looking at Ying Zheng's cold and stern face, Qi An couldn't help but admire him.
She had researched this person's life story; he was abandoned by his father as a child and sent to another country as a hostage, where he suffered endless humiliation.
After returning to China, she was again questioned about her background and attacked by rumors and gossip.
He ascended the throne at a young age but was sidelined by powerful ministers, essentially a puppet sitting on the throne.
He finally took power and achieved unparalleled success, but the ministers and pedantic scholars were always finding fault with him, and the people were afraid of and resented him.
Not to mention his mother, who was clueless and constantly held him back.
His mother had an affair with her lover and gave birth to an illegitimate child, which disgraced him and led to her conspiring with outsiders to harm him.
In the end, they abandoned him too.
Qi An felt that if any of these things happened to someone else, they would be so crushed that they wouldn't be able to get up.
But Ying Zheng stood straighter and taller than anyone else.
After experiencing so many heartbreaking and distressing things, what is most commendable is that his blood is still hot.
They will also feel indignant about the fate of children more than two thousand years later.
God does not love his people, but He does.
Qi An raised his wine cup and clinked it against Ying Zheng's:
“Those kids have had a tough time, but they are all very confident and certain that if you live, you can change all of this, so… I came.”
Ying Zheng raised his wine cup and solemnly said, "I will certainly not fail in my duty."
After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank it.
Qi An extended her palm, and a golden pill appeared in her hand.
Ying Zheng stared in astonishment at the golden core radiating spiritual energy and asked:
"Is there really an elixir of immortality in the world?"
Qi An smiled: "No, there is none in the world, only I have it. Come, reach out your hand."
Qi An casually tossed the drink into his palm, then sat down and continued drinking.
Ying Zheng: "..."
This casual attitude instantly made him feel that this thing wasn't so rare anymore.
"What is this made of?"
Qi An: "This is Tang... a pill made from hundreds of kinds of immortal herbs and spiritual medicines, refined over a hundred years. You can eat it without worry."
Ata rolled her eyes, and I just watched you make things up quietly.
Ying Zheng raised his hand, threw the golden pill into his mouth, took a sip of wine, and swallowed it.
Ata stared at him with wide eyes, curious about the effect.
Then, within minutes, Qi An and Ata witnessed a live, fast-paced version of the Curious Case of Rejuvenation up close.
Ying Zheng quickly became younger; the lines around his eyes and between his brows were gradually smoothed out, and the white hair at his temples turned back to black.
She was eventually depicted as being around thirty years old.
Only those deep eyes spoke of experience and authority.
Qi An rested his chin on his hand and looked him over. Historical records describe him as "eight feet tall and with a very imposing appearance," which is quite objective.
No wonder Xu Xiaoxiao called him a charming and handsome ancestor; it's so fitting.
Ying Zheng stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at himself in disbelief.
He had never felt so relaxed and powerful before; he felt that he could easily defeat the six kingdoms twice more.
It seems that the previous aging and serious illness were just an illusion.
Ying Zheng was overwhelmed with emotion; he had truly achieved immortality!
However, this dignified ancestor was burdened with heavy baggage; although he was overjoyed, he acted very restrained.
Qi An said, "Laugh if you want to, don't hold it in. I'll arrange some after-sales service for you."
After Qi An finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot, leaving the space to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng didn't understand what she meant, but he was so happy that he immediately laughed loudly as soon as Qi An left.
What did Qi An go about?
She flew to the clouds and transformed into the image of the goddess Nuwa.
With a human body and a snake's tail, his clothes fluttered, and he was surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds, his divine light shining on all things.
Ata also emerged, its body transforming into the golden gourd, a magical artifact of the goddess Nuwa, shimmering with golden light and floating in her palm.
"Ata, play some entrance music."
"Monkey King, Monkey King, you're amazing..."
Qi An pinched it with a dark face, gritting his teeth and saying, "You little idiot, do you think it's appropriate to use this at this time?"
Ata: "..." Hehe.
Qi Anxin is exhausted; her brainless fans are beyond saving.
Forget it, no music.
The palace servants were busy when they suddenly noticed a large patch of colorful light illuminating their surroundings, and they quickly looked up to see what was happening.
Nuwa appeared above the Qin King's palace, her appearance solemn and dignified, her divine light illuminating the sky.
The light was so dazzling that not only the Qin Palace, but half of Xianyang was bathed in that divine light.
"Look, look! It's Goddess Nuwa! It's Goddess Nuwa..."
"The goddess Nuwa has appeared..."
When the palace staff and the common people who had stopped on the long street outside the palace saw Nuwa appear, they were so excited that they knelt down and kowtowed to pray for blessings.
Then, the goddess Nuwa slowly spoke:
"King Ying Zheng of Qin is a man of extraordinary talent, diligent in governing and loving his people. He is the chosen emperor, and is hereby granted eternal life to benefit the people."
The sound was ancient and ethereal, carrying the sounds of Sanskrit, as if it came from the primordial wilderness.
Yet every word was clear, reaching the ears and hearts of everyone across the country.
Then, people saw a golden light fly out from the golden gourd in Nuwa's palm and fall straight into the emperor's palace below.
In an instant, Ying Zheng's entire palace was filled with dazzling golden light.
The golden light grew increasingly dazzling, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes and raised their hands to shield them.
When they looked up again, the miracle had vanished.
The palace servants turned their gaze to Ying Zheng's bedroom, staring intently at the closed doors, waiting for something.
Qi An summarized three characteristics of a deity's appearance: large size, dazzling light, and slow speech.
After trying it out, the results were indeed amazing.
Qi An stood before Ying Zheng and urged, "Go out quickly, your people are waiting."
Ying Zheng solemnly bowed to him and said, "Thank you."
As soon as Qi An spoke outside, Ying Zheng understood what she meant by "after-sales service".
This is the perfect explanation for his unusual behavior.
Otherwise, his subjects would inevitably be puzzled and afraid if they saw him rejuvenate and not change his appearance for a long time afterward.
Those with ulterior motives might exploit this to make a fuss, claiming he practices evil arts or is a demon or monster.
When the goddess Nuwa appeared, she perfectly solved all the problems.
And the benefits go far beyond that.
A quarter of an hour later, witnessed by the subjects and palace servants who rushed to the scene, the door creaked open.
Ying Zheng wore a black dragon robe and instead of the crown that usually covered his face, he used a magnificent golden crown to tie his hair up, revealing his face completely.
His tall and imposing figure walked against the light, finally standing at the top of the high steps, looking down at his subjects below.
The ministers stared in astonishment at the young, handsome, and spirited Ying Zheng, feeling an even greater sense of oppression than before.
The emperor, who was seriously ill yesterday, has suddenly become young again?
It's truly a blessing from the goddess Nuwa.
Ying Zheng spoke authoritatively: "What, don't you recognize me anymore?"
Everyone then realized what was happening, and they all knelt down, shouting "Long live the Emperor!"
"May Your Majesty live a thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years!"
The sound of the entire palace kneeling in worship echoed outwards, and the people on the long street also knelt down upon hearing it.
"May Your Majesty live a thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years!"
Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!
This time, their shouts were genuine and heartfelt, filled with excitement, and they no longer resisted.
This is the chosen emperor personally acknowledged by the goddess Nuwa!
Qi An chuckled and said, "This sentence was originally an impressionistic piece, but it has become realistic."
Ata: You're right!
If you're immortal, what's a few thousand years?
Qi An's miraculous feat not only relieved Ying Zheng of his worries, but also solidified his irreplaceable position in the hearts of the people.
Look, even the goddess Nuwa said he was the chosen emperor and granted him eternal life, so he must be reliable.
Chosen by Heaven, personally recognized by the Goddess Nuwa, how could it be wrong?
The people will genuinely accept him from now on and will no longer reject or resent him.
The same applies to subjects.
From now on, his words and decrees will be implemented smoothly, and no one will oppose or obstruct them. Those pedantic scholars will no longer dare to spout nonsense.
The ambitious individuals who had been plotting against him dared not easily harbor any disloyal thoughts, for they were afraid of retribution for what they believed to be their destiny.
Qi An's move precisely exploited the weaknesses of the ancients.
Because the most important belief of the ancients, who were steeped in feudal superstition, was:
The will of Heaven cannot be defied!
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