And in the end, Your Majesty did it, achieving an unprecedented and unparalleled feat.
Now, the Qin cavalry is bound to crush the Xiongnu.
This is the common firm belief of everyone, and it also reflects their worship and admiration for His Majesty the First Emperor as if he were a god.
The sun sets in the west, the bright moon rises quietly, and in the quiet night filled with dusk, only the sound of the autumn wind remains.
"That's all for today. My dear ministers, please return home. We will discuss this tomorrow."
Ying Zheng raised his eyes to look at the dim sky, waved away the palace servant who wanted to light the candle, and spoke softly.
The ministers discussed state affairs for an entire afternoon. Although their eyes were a little tired, they were still energetic and the pounding emotions in their chests had not subsided.
But His Majesty's orders could not be disobeyed. They took a lingering look at the sand table, then bowed and withdrew.
However, there was still one heroic man who had not moved, his big hands tightly grasping the edge of the sand table, his eyes were bright and sharp, without a trace of fatigue.
This person was Wang Ben. He met the emperor's puzzled gaze, scratched his head, grinned foolishly, and pleaded pitifully.
"Your Majesty, may I stay in the Pan Palace tonight? I would like to study the sand table again."
“…”
Seeing the eye-catching scene of a macho man pretending to be pitiful, no matter how strong Ying Zheng's mental strength was, he couldn't bear to watch it at this moment.
He turned his head away calmly.
Wang Jian, who was standing by, thought that the emperor was unhappy, so he quickly spoke up to smooth things over for his eldest son.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. This brat has no manners. I will take him out of the palace right now."
"No problem. Since Lord Wang wishes to delve into the sand table, please stay at Pan Palace."
The Wang father and son had made great military achievements and were loyal to him, so Ying Zheng naturally would not refuse such a small matter.
Hearing this, Wang Ben's dim eyes brightened up again. He thanked the emperor repeatedly, and then happily started fiddling with the sand table.
No military general can resist the charm of the sand table. Although Wang Jian had already taken off his armor, the passion in his bones had not cooled down.
He looked at His Majesty who was waving his sleeves and preparing to leave, gritted his teeth, and pleaded respectfully like a good son.
"Your Majesty, may I also stay at Pan Palace?"
“…”
"allow."
Ying Zheng was silent for a moment, hurriedly threw down a word, and strode towards Qinian Palace. His back was as heroic and majestic as ever, but there was an inexplicable sense of fleeing.
At this moment, he missed his little wife's every smile and frown very much.
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