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Snowflakes were falling heavily, and the area inside and outside the city gates was covered in a white blanket, as if the roof tiles were draped in a white coat.
At the city gate, Ying Zheng held the little one, gazing longingly at the three figures slowly approaching.
In the middle is a handsome young man, tall and slender, wearing a moon-white fox fur coat, his ink-black hair held up with a jade hairpin.
The boy's bright eyes, walking in the heavy snow, were like a painting.
Many palace maids couldn't help but peek.
Even many eunuchs couldn't help but glance at it, feeling a flutter in their hearts.
It was none other than Fusu, the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty.
To Fusu's left stood a middle-aged man with a burly build, cold and sharp eyes, exuding a murderous aura that commanded respect.
It was none other than the famous general, Meng Tian.
To his right, Wang Jian, dressed in a black robe, exuded an aura no less imposing than Meng Tian.
As they drew closer, the three bowed simultaneously.
"Your subject greets Your Majesty!"
"This old minister pays his respects to Your Majesty!"
"Your humble servant greets Your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng waved his hand, "No need for formalities!"
"Thank you, Father!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng carried the little one forward and carefully examined Fusu. "He's back! My good eldest son, you've finally returned!"
The little guy stared at Fusu, completely mesmerized.
My brother! He's so handsome!
Fusu's expression changed slightly.
What was that sound?
Auditory hallucination?
He looked around in confusion and found that no one spoke except for Ying Zheng.
[Amazing! I can see so clearly even at this close range, my god! How can someone be so good-looking?]
[As expected of my older brother!]
The voice was so real that Fusu realized it was not a hallucination, but a voice that was truly coming from his mind.
Big brother?
close?
Fusu couldn't help but look at the little guy in Ying Zheng's arms.
Could it be this child's voice?
It's a pity that the eldest brother was not only handsome but also kind-hearted, yet he was ultimately killed by the very people he helped.
Upon hearing this, Fusu's expression changed slightly.
Will I be killed by someone I've helped?
How is that possible?
I only help pitiful people.
Ying Zheng's eyes also flickered slightly.
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