As the two were talking, the sky suddenly changed color.
The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled.
"What strange weather," Ying Jing said, looking up at the sky in surprise.
Old Liu also looked surprised: "There are unusual signs in the sky, which may indicate that something big is about to happen."
Just then, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the open space between the Ancestral Dragon Mausoleum and the Martial King's Mausoleum.
After the deafening thunder, the open space was charred black, vaguely forming a peculiar pattern.
Ying Jing and Lao Liu stared in astonishment at this scene, at a loss for what to do.
Another bolt of lightning struck, this time hitting the tops of the Zulong Mausoleum and the Wu King's Mausoleum.
Strangely, the two tombs were not damaged; instead, they emitted a faint golden light, as if they had been endowed with some kind of mysterious power.
"What...what does this mean?" Ying Jing asked in shock.
Old Liu looked at all this with awe in his eyes: "Your Majesty, I have heard my ancestors say that strange celestial phenomena always signify great events. The shining of the two mausoleums may be the spirits of our ancestors responding to Your Majesty's prayers!"
As Lao Liu finished speaking, the wind suddenly picked up, and dark clouds swirled in the sky, forming a huge vortex.
At the center of this vortex, the outlines of two human figures can be vaguely seen, one majestic like a dragon, the other calm and iron-blooded, which are the images of Ying Zheng and his wicked husband.
This strange phenomenon lasted for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, after which the dark clouds dispersed and the sky returned to calm, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.
Only the scorch mark left by the lightning strike on the ground remained clearly visible.
Ying Jing and Lao Liu were both so shocked by this sudden phenomenon that they were speechless.
After a long while, Ying Jing took a deep breath and asked, "Old Liu, do you know what this omen means?"
After pondering for a moment, Old Liu solemnly said, "Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, this is an auspicious sign. Our ancestors have appeared to tell you that they have not left and are still protecting the Great Qin in the unseen realm."
Looking at the now peaceful tomb, Ying Jing suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable strength and courage: "Yes, the spirit of our ancestors lives on. With their protection, I will surely lead Great Qin through this difficult time!"
That evening, Ying Jing returned to the palace and immediately summoned his senior officials to discuss strategies for quelling the rebellion.
Whether inspired by the unusual phenomena at the mausoleum or not, Ying Jing's thinking became clear and his decisions were decisive, and he quickly formulated a series of effective countermeasures.
That very night, the people of Xianyang reported that they saw two golden lights streak across the sky above the city, like divine dragons taking flight and flying into the distance.
Inside the Mausoleum of the First Emperor and the Mausoleum of King Wu, the two coffins trembled slightly, as if something was awakening.
Two faint lights slowly rose in the dark tomb, like sparks just beginning to ignite.
In the darkness, a powerful force is brewing, waiting for the right moment to erupt.
The First Emperor and King Wu, these two great men who changed the world, may not have truly left.
They may still be there, waiting to return when the Qin Dynasty needs them most.
And that moment may not be far off...
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