210 BC, Xianyang.
The magnificent Qin Palace stands majestically, with a tall and imposing man perched atop the city wall, overlooking the vast and beautiful landscape in the distance.
He was dressed in a black robe embroidered with gold dragons, and wore a golden imperial crown, standing with his hands behind his back.
Even though he was no longer young, his aura was still incredibly powerful, making people afraid to look him in the eye.
He gazed into the distance, lost in thought, his expression both domineering and forlorn.
A gust of wind blew by, and the man covered his lips, coughing violently.
Even his tall and upright figure looked somewhat hunched over.
Seeing this, the eunuch in the distance wanted to come over to serve him, but he stopped him by raising his hand.
"You may all leave. I wish to be alone."
"yes."
The eunuchs bowed respectfully and withdrew, none of them daring to offer any advice.
The man opened his palm, revealing a striking bright red color.
He gave a desolate smile: "Looks like there's not much time left, time waits for no one..."
If he were given another twenty years, or even just ten, the world would be a hundred or a thousand times better than it is now.
Otherwise, once he leaves, I'm afraid no one will be able to control this dangerous situation.
It is the ordinary people who suffer the most from the ravages of war.
This man was the charming and handsome ancestor that Xu Xiaoxiao had mentioned, and also the person Qi An was looking for on this trip.
Qin Shi Huang—Ying Zheng, the most controversial emperor in history.
He spent ten years conquering the six states and establishing the first unified dynasty in history—the Qin Empire.
The war ended under his rule, and the people no longer had to live in constant fear of invasion from other countries.
Conquering the world is easy, but maintaining it is difficult.
The period of unification was too short, the situation was not yet stable, and the cultures had not yet been fully integrated.
The various warlords, unwilling to give up, were still eager to make a move, but they dared not do anything out of fear of him.
He never worried about these things before; he just thought that problems could be solved.
With his abilities, as long as he's around, these are all just a matter of time.
As long as you have time.
He believed that under his leadership, the Qin Dynasty would become the most powerful dynasty.
Under his protection, the people of the world will surely live a long and peaceful life.
He has so many ideas that he hasn't put into practice yet.
Those lofty ideals and aspirations have not yet been realized one by one.
However, he ran out of time.
He can do anything, except control fate.
Given the current situation, his two good-for-nothing sons will absolutely not be able to hold on to it after he leaves.
The flames of war will reignite, and all the hard work he has devoted his life to will be in vain.
He was not afraid of death.
He was just really... so unwilling to accept it.
So unwilling to accept it, he pinned his hopes on the ethereal and tried to seek immortality and enlightenment, but in the end it was all in vain.
Ying Zheng chuckled self-deprecatingly, never expecting that he would have a moment of self-deception in his life.
The tomb is complete, and the terracotta figurines for burial are in place; all that's left is to wait...
Ying Zheng closed his eyes, looked up at the sky, and sighed, "Heavens, please give me some more time..."
"Approved."
A clear, cold voice suddenly appeared, seemingly right beside him.
Ying Zheng suddenly opened his eyes and saw a young man of indeterminate gender who had appeared beside him at some point.
"Who are you?" Ying Zheng asked warily.
He was the only one on the city wall, but many soldiers were guarding below.
How did this person appear beside him so quietly?
Moreover, this person's clothing was very strange; he had never seen it on anyone before.
Looking at the First Emperor before him, Qi An couldn't help but admire him inwardly.
This was the first time she had ever felt such a powerful aura emanating from a mortal.
His overwhelming aura of royalty practically emanated from him; he truly deserved to be called a legendary figure capable of unifying the world.
Xu Xiaoxiao has good taste!
Qi An was always friendly to those she admired. She stepped forward and spoke:
"I have been entrusted to grant you eternal life. Are you willing?"
Ying Zheng: "...Who?"
Qi An: "A girl from more than two thousand years in the future came to me after her death, begging me to help you achieve immortality and hoping that you can change the world."
Ying Zheng: "..." He only understood the word "immortality".
His expression hardened: "So it's just another charlatan. Guards... cough cough..."
Before he could finish speaking, he started coughing violently again.
Qi An sighed and patted him on the back twice.
Ying Zheng felt a refreshing and powerful force enter his back, and a stream of energy instantly circulated through his internal organs.
The cough stopped immediately, my heart beat strongly, and my drowsy mind cleared up.
He had never felt so comfortable in his increasingly ailing body.
I felt incredibly refreshed and invigorated.
All these changes occurred after this strange person reached out and patted him twice.
Ying Zheng looked up in shock.
Qi An: "Do you believe me now? I'm really not a liar."
Ata said sourly, "Boss, this is the first time you've used your innate spiritual power to heal someone."
Qi An ignored him.
She admired this legendary figure and simply didn't want to see the hero's decline and loneliness.
Ying Zheng asked earnestly, "Do you really have a way to grant me immortality?"
Qi An nodded: "It's a small matter. That's why I came here."
Ying Zheng was indeed a remarkable figure; he quickly accepted this incredible situation.
He waved his hand and said, "Please return to the palace for a talk."
Qi An waved his hand, and the two disappeared from their spot, appearing directly in Ying Zheng's palace.
Ying Zheng: "..." He believed it completely.
After the two sat down, Ying Zheng asked, "What exactly happened? Could you explain in detail?"
Qi An took a sip of wine: "To put it simply, after the fall of your Qin Dynasty, more than two thousand years of historical changes have passed."
The world has been united and divided, divided and united again. War has never ceased, and it breaks out again every few years, with rivers of blood flowing like moats.
People die one generation after another, and dynasties change one after another.
There were so many emperors that they were countless; this year it was your house, next year it was my house.
Of course, none of the emperors who came after you were more powerful than you, which is why people later generations greatly respect and remember you.
The children of the world I came from had a hard time, so they wanted you to live forever and create a different world.
The amount of information was overwhelming, and Ying Zheng paused for a few seconds before speaking. He said with difficulty, "I have a question to ask you."
Qi An raised his hand, indicating that he should do as he pleased.
"When...did I die?"
"There is less than a month left from today."
When did the Qin Dynasty fall? And by whom?
"It only lasted for two generations, destroyed by your useless son Huhai. The Qin Dynasty only lasted for fourteen years."
Ying Zheng closed his eyes, and sure enough.
After a moment, he asked again, "How does history record my reputation?"
Qi An answered truthfully: "It's polarized. Half of them curse you as a cruel tyrant, while the other half praise you as a wise ruler who is the greatest emperor of all time."
Ying Zheng remained silent.
Was it because of the decrees he issued?
Or was it because he killed those people with evil intentions?
Qi An continued, "But I think those descendants are all sensible people. They understand you very well, admire and support you greatly, and are extremely proud of you when they talk about you."
Remembering something, Qi An suddenly burst into laughter: "Oh, right, they call you the charming and handsome ancestor, or just Brother Zheng for short, hahaha..."
Ying Zheng: "..."
He turned his face away and snorted coldly: "Hmph, these disrespectful brats, what kind of lousy address is that?"
His profile was serious, his tone was cold and sharp, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his eyes were a little red.
Not to mention Qi An, even Ata could hear the relief and happiness in his tone.
The children praised and admired her.
It was worth it!
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