Seeing Fusu so serious, Yu Bai added another sentence.
"Your father should be more interested in this book."
After all, who doesn't want to know how future generations will evaluate them, let alone the emperor of all ages?
As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on Fusu's face suddenly became subtle.
It was a complex look that was a mixture of helplessness, headache, and even a bit of... schadenfreude.
"What's wrong?"
Yu Bai was so perceptive that he immediately caught the change in his expression and asked with raised eyebrows.
"What did I say wrong?"
Could it be that the First Emperor was not interested in this "strange book"?
Fusu subconsciously touched his nose and cleared his throat, his tone slightly dry.
"Not really. It's just... Father has been reading history books lately, the ones I exchanged from Miss Yu."
Yu Bai understood instantly after hearing this sentence.
I understood the hidden meaning behind Fusu's subtle expression.
With the First Emperor's temperament, seeing the historical records of the Qin Dynasty, especially those about how he himself failed to achieve immortality and the death of the Second Qin Emperor...
Yu Bai could almost imagine the scene.
Tsk, I'm afraid he's going to overturn the throne on the spot, making the emperor so angry that blood spurts from his mouth!
No wonder Prince Fusu looked so tired. Serving such a "studious" and "irritable" father must have been exhausting.
He must have been flattering the First Emperor every day and explaining away those "false" records.
In fact, Yu Bai guessed half right.
The First Emperor did not spit out blood as she had imagined.
But the overwhelming rage was exactly the same, even worse.
When Fusu first reported those horrifying "historical facts":
He would die of illness in two years, and Fusu would not have a good end either. The Qin Dynasty would perish at the hands of Hu Hai, and even his Ying family bloodline might be cut off from future generations...
When the story was relayed to this great emperor one by one, the first reaction of the First Emperor was disbelief and rebuke!
"Ridiculous! This is nonsense!"
The First Emperor on the throne was furious. He pointed at the scrolls from later times, his voice shaking the entire Xianyang Palace, and he almost crushed the bamboo slips in his hand.
"My Great Qin has a long and lasting dynasty. How could it perish in the second generation?"
"Hu Hai? How could my orphan child destroy my kingdom?"
"As for my bloodline... that's sheer nonsense!"
He, the First Emperor, unified the world, standardized the writing system, the wheel gauge, the measurement system, and the customs. He pacified the Baiyue in the south, defeated the Xiongnu in the north, built the Great Wall, and constructed the Lingqu Canal. His achievements surpassed those of the Three Sovereigns and his virtue surpassed that of the Five Emperors!
How could such a great undertaking be negated by just a few bamboo slips?
However, Fusu did not back down.
He knew that only by letting his father see it with his own eyes could he truly take it seriously.
So he began to teach the First Emperor to recognize those unfamiliar Chinese characters - simplified Chinese characters, word by word.
What a man the First Emperor was. He was naturally gifted and had the crystal core to nourish his spirit day and night. His learning ability far exceeded that of ordinary people, and was even not inferior to Fusu.
In just a few days, he was able to read those history books on his own.
As soon as he took a look, he saw records that made him want to tear his eyes out.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the priceless jade paperweight was smashed into pieces by him.
The First Emperor's chest heaved violently, his eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and he made a "clucking" sound of grinding his teeth, as if he wanted to bite all his teeth into pieces!
The records in history books about his life's merits and demerits, important actions, burning books and burying scholars, and seeking immortality and medicine, actually correspond to his personal experiences one by one, and are basically accurate!
There were occasional discrepancies in details, but they were not a big deal. Even some of his private thoughts and secret arrangements were speculated to be almost accurate.
These ironclad facts, like heavy hammers, struck his heart hard - these were all true!
He suddenly recalled his deteriorating health in recent times, the feeling of exhaustion and mental decline, as if he would die at any moment...
An unprecedented chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.
Could it be that what was recorded in history books, that he would not live long, was actually true?
Will the Qin Dynasty really perish in the second generation?
No! Absolutely not!
The First Emperor was shocked and stared at the history book in his hands.
He forced himself to suppress the chill rising from the soles of his feet, and his reason cut off all hesitation like a blade.
"How could I succumb to a prophecy on a few pages!" He growled, his voice hoarse and stubborn, "The foundation of the Great Qin Dynasty cannot be determined by mere fate!"
After a moment of silence, he suddenly realized that these so-called "history books" were clearly not ordinary things, but books of destiny and warnings bestowed upon him by the immortals.
These records are nothing but the future that has not happened, they are warnings from heaven and mercy from God!
If not, why would the immortal give Fusu such a magical portal?
Why are there elixirs of immortality and crystal cores to help them cultivate their body and mind?
Not to mention these books of prophecies from thousands of years later!
"Since the immortal has bestowed upon me this opportunity, I cannot bear to see my father and I suffer the fate recorded in history books."
The First Emperor muttered to himself, and the fiery light in his eyes rekindled.
He suddenly stood up and took out a pink crystal core from the table.
He closed his palms slightly, and a wisp of warm energy slowly seeped into his limbs and bones. He felt his blood surge, his meridians unblocked, and he felt stronger and fuller than before.
Died of illness two years later?
joke!
With my current health condition, what’s the harm in living another ten or twenty years?
The First Emperor sneered and threw away all remaining fear.
"Now that death has been broken, how can the rest of fate bind me?"
At this moment, he completely understood: the immortal's intention was to let him change his fate!
But what’s next?
If he could really break free from his fate and the Qin Dynasty would last for thousands of years...where did the immortal hope to go?
His eyes once again fell on the heavy bamboo slips and paper scrolls on the desk. Those strange yet true words seemed to guide him in the darkness.
"Book of Prophecy..." The First Emperor took a deep breath and sat back at his desk, his hands tightly grasping the messages from the future. "Will you tell me the answer?"
The candlelight flickered as he leaned forward to gaze. Every word was like a nail, hammering into the soul of the greatest man in the Qin Dynasty in the darkness.
From now on, this world, this country, and the people of this world will be completely rewritten under his control and choice!
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