Inside Xianyang City, rows of elite soldiers stood on the training ground, their silver armor gleaming with a faint, cold light, like solemn and imposing statues.
Above the training ground, Wang Jian stood there, his gaze cold and stern as he looked down, exuding an air of supreme authority.
Soon, a lieutenant came to Wang Jian's side, cupped his hands, and said, "Reporting to the general, the army is ready!"
Wang Jian's gaze was calm. "Let's go!"
The city gates opened, and Ying Zheng rode a black horse at the forefront. He was clad in black armor, and his eyes were as cold and indifferent as ever.
Wang Jian stood beside him, holding a long spear, exuding an imposing aura.
Behind the two, a vast army followed closely, rushing out of the city in an orderly fashion.
Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back on the city wall, watching the army, which stretched out like a silver dragon, roar out. He sighed and said, "General Wang, you must return victorious. Don't let my efforts be in vain."
Xiaoyao had dark circles under his eyes and looked extremely listless.
It's not entirely his fault; he's been so busy making armor lately that he hasn't had time to rest and has been staying up all night to get to this point.
Only after the army left did Xiaoyao mutter, "Finally, I can get a good night's sleep."
He turned and slowly left the city wall, dragging his weary body as he walked, and couldn't help but curse, "Working life is truly awful!"
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In the dimly lit room, the child was chained up, his head bowed, his eyes staring blankly at the ground, completely lifeless.
The head butler's words kept echoing in his mind.
He murmured, "Yes, no matter what I become, no one will care."
"Since that's the case, then it doesn't really matter what happens."
The child muttered to himself, hanging there motionless like a dead sculpture.
"Squeak!"
Just then, the door opened again, and orange light poured in, shining on the child.
He ignored the change and remained hanging there with his head down, because nothing mattered to him anymore.
"Dead?"
A woman's voice came through. The child was startled and looked up to see his mother, the mistress of the Ying family, entering.
He looked at the woman with a complicated expression, wondering why she was there.
After all, only the head steward had come before, and his purpose was to strip him of his spiritual root and take possession of his talent in order to gain even greater power.
The child was completely baffled by the fact that his mother, who had always treated him coldly, was now here.
They came to rescue him?
Probably not. This mother has no feelings for him whatsoever; she only harbors deep hatred for him.
Because she was imprisoned by the Ying family against her will, and she had no power to resist them, she could only vent her anger on him.
If it's not for this reason, then perhaps she was also involved in this matter?
After a moment's thought, the child decided to stop thinking and lowered his head, ignoring the woman.
The woman moved closer, then raised one hand, and boundless power surged forth, instantly shattering the child's restraints and the iron chains.
The child fell to the ground, raised his head, and looked at the woman with a puzzled expression.
If she were involved in this, she shouldn't have done this.
"Run away."
The woman's gaze remained cold as she looked at him, offering no further explanation, only uttering a single word.
The child was very surprised, "You're going to save me?"
He never expected the woman to do such a thing. After all, in the years they had been together, she had always treated him coldly. No matter how much he served her tea or water or carefully prepared gifts for her, he never received a kind word from her.
But today, when he thought he was doomed and was in despair, the woman suddenly appeared and saved him, which naturally puzzled the child.
The woman looked at him. "You don't want to leave?"
The child looked quite hesitant.
For humans, survival is an instinct.
But remembering the head steward's words, the child muttered, "But no one cares about me anymore."
The woman's eyes remained icy. "So you're planning to stay and endure this living hell?"
The child frowned and fell silent.
The woman stopped speaking and simply stood there quietly.
After a long silence, the child stood up and rushed out of the room.
As he ran, his eyes lit up slightly. "The reason Father doesn't care is because he's been misled by the head steward. If he knew I didn't have a low-grade spiritual root, and if he cleared up the misunderstanding, he wouldn't let the head steward do this."
"As long as the misunderstandings are cleared up, everything will be fine!"
With this belief in mind, the child rushed outside as fast as he could.
Watching the child run away, the woman's eyes flickered slightly. "If I hadn't given birth to you under these circumstances, could I have been a good mother?"
She always remembered the child's face. Whenever she crouched in a corner and cried, the little guy would always come to her side, bring her tea and snacks, and smile at her.
She understood his intentions; he just wanted to comfort her.
However, she ruthlessly trampled on the child's feelings every time, as if accepting him would be the same as accepting the head of the Ying family.
But even though it happened every time, the child never got discouraged and always persisted in this cycle.
No matter how many times, the woman remained cold and rude to him.
She thought that even with all this, nothing would change, but when the child was no longer by her side, she felt inexplicably lonely, as if a piece of her heart was empty.
So she ultimately chose to stand here.
Even though she knew that doing this would come at a huge cost, she still wanted to fight for the child's life and give him a chance to live.
Although she didn't know whether this was truly for the children's good or for her own sake, a way to find some solace for her past actions.
The little one opened his eyes and found himself in a familiar palace.
He sat up, looked around, and rubbed his arms to make sure he was in reality. "So what I just experienced was a dream."
Thinking for a moment, the little guy frowned slightly. "I've been having more and more dreams lately. What's going on?"
He has been Ying Zheng's son for a long time, and this has never happened before, but recently he has been having more and more dreams, which is very abnormal.
After all, his current power is not weak, and the fact that the dream is out of control clearly indicates that some unseen force is interfering.
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Over here, Xiaoyao, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up with a start.
He quickly got out of bed and walked out of the room with a complicated expression. "What's wrong with this feeling?!"
Stepping outside, Xiaoyao looked up at the night sky, his expression immediately darkening. "The Imperial Star is growing dimmer and dimmer..."
As he surveyed the stars in the sky, his expression grew increasingly grave. "Not just the Imperial Star, but other stars too..."
Looking at the ominous celestial signs, Xiaoyao's expression grew increasingly solemn. "Could it be that a great calamity is truly about to befall the Great Qin?"
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