It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 468 [New Year's Day] Yan Dan Extra (Happy New Year 2025, friends)
[The timeline is the original world, the next extra is Mo Qi’s Republic of China period]

-

My name is Dan.

This word means vermilion, and its original meaning is cinnabar.

Dan also has another meaning, which is sincerity and a red heart.

Prince Dan, the story of Jing Ke assassinating Qin Shi Huang has bound me for my entire life, for two thousand years.

Raging fire.

I don't like to socialize with people. I don't like to be friends with anyone.

There are many things that I hate.

There are many things I like.

On a windy and snowy day, I was sitting in a small carriage. The wheels of the carriage kept rolling forward, and the ruts continued to move forward in the northwest direction.

"Your Highness, we are already five hundred miles away from Jicheng."

"Is five hundred miles far?"

"Far." said my tutor Ju Wu.

I looked at him and said, "I don't think it's far. To me, any place I haven't been to is far away."

Ju Wu looked at me, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

I haven't even been to the area within fifty miles of the palace, let alone Handan which is a thousand miles away?
I have no concept of distance. From my tutor's eyes, I felt that the expression was the same as the expression my mother had when she cried and gave me instructions.

"It's okay. Master, I've read the history books. In theory, the prince who is held hostage can be returned within a few years. You see, before Qi and Zhao..."

I stretched my head and looked at the city of Ji that I had left behind. The vast and hazy, grayish-white scenery passed by behind me.

What does it mean to be a proton?
I thought it was great that my father had made me the crown prince, and I could finally leave the State of Yan and travel to other countries.

The road is very long, from Jicheng I still remember the fire on winter nights, which made my face hot, and the sparks splashed on my skin and burned my skin!
"How annoying!" I shouted, jumping up and glancing at the waiter, "How do you light a fire?"

My Prince's tutor Ju Wu frowned:

"Prince, please don't speak like this in Handan."

"what?"

Ju Wu is crazy.

But he continued, "I brought Your Highness here because I wanted Your Highness to learn how to make a fire."

"Why?" Do I need to do this myself? ?

"The winter in Zhao is cold and dry. Your Highness cannot wait for someone to serve you like in Jicheng."

"Although I am a hostage, I am also the crown prince of Yan! Like my ancestor King Zhao of Yan, King Qingxiang of Chu, and King Zhaoxiang of Qin, they were all hostages and later became kings!"

I never thought that I would never be able to return safely to Yanshui, my homeland in the north.

Ju Wu was silent for a moment, looking at the river in the distance, with sparkling waves floating on it. Later, he would think that he should not have taught Prince Dan so much. Once a person learns too much knowledge, he will have many expectations and ideas.

His eyes sparkled, and he thought he could change the world and change the status of Yan State in this world.

Yan Dan is full of vigor and ambition. Ju Wudou is also very proud that he is a qualified tutor.

Ju Wu squatted down, reached out to stir the torch, blew on it, and the sparks became even redder and brighter.

"It is a good wish, Prince. As the saying goes, if you can't clean up your own house, how can you clean up the world? You should learn to do trivial matters yourself," he said.

I didn’t like the way he looked at me. It wasn’t the usual indulgence and giving up, but a requirement that I must learn.

This was totally unheard of, and the waiter who was serving beside me quickly rushed to put out the pile of firewood that had burned me.

That was Ah Xu, my servant who had been with me since I was a child. I felt a little sorry to see that he almost got his hand burned.

However, if we talk about a lifetime, it is actually not that long.

What will the future hold for me? Opportunities or misfortunes, I don’t know what’s waiting for me.

I touched a red, scalded patch of skin on the back of my hand.

I hate fire because I like the winter in Jicheng.

In my first year in Handan, I lived in a place called Zinian Lane.

I heard that the children living there are protons from various countries.

I am no exception. However, I am different from them in one respect. I am the only one in this alley who is from Yan, and I am the only one who came to Handan as a prince.

This is different from Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng is a miracle. Even though I hated him later, I could not deny this fact.

There are many princes and nobles in this alley, and among them there are different levels.

People who can freely walk through Zinian Lane do not live here, such as Zhao Qian and Zhao Jia.

Although I appear polite on the outside, I actually hate people who put themselves above me, especially the fat guy Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian liked to bring many people with him, and swaggered from one end of Zinian Lane to the other, and he would not stop until he had walked through the entire wind-shaped street. This was even more ostentatious than his brother Zhao Jia, who had the title of crown prince.

Zhao Qian liked to play some very perverted games. He found a car of prisoners and declared, "If anyone among you can beat me with shackles, I will give you a good meal."

There are two other people who hate Zhao Qian as much as I do.

At that time I didn't care at all what his name was.

We lived together in Zinian Lane. Although he was also one of the protons, he was different from hostages like me who came from far away.

I was sent to Zhao by Yan. But he was not. His father Ying Yiren was in a similar situation to me. So his situation was much worse than mine. Not long after, Zhao and Qin launched the Battle of Changping. How could there be diplomatic relations between two countries at war?

If Qin lost, he would not have a good ending. If Qin won, his situation would be even worse.

"There's really nothing I can do." I sighed while lying on my back. "No matter what the outcome of the war is, there will be no good days. It's just like sunrise and sunset, there's no difference. We have to live one day at a time."

Zhao Zheng pursed his lips, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face. Due to the backlight, the outline was too dark and I couldn't see his expression clearly.

Next to me, his friend, the little princess Zheng Li from South Korea blew away the dandelions at hand. She was dissatisfied with my negative attitude.

"How come you don't have any energy at all? Why don't you fight for it?"

I rarely reveal my true thoughts to others, so I shook my head gently in a gentlemanly manner, "What's there to argue about? Living in Zinian Lane is also quite nice."

Zhao Zheng stared at me, "Not good."

"It's hard to predict what will happen next. If Zhao becomes the hegemon again... we won't be able to stay in Zinian Lane any longer."

"No!" He suddenly became excited, "You should go back to your Yan State, and I should go back to my Qin State."

I didn't say anything, probably because I felt hopeless after spending so many years in Zhao State.

I just patted his shoulder to show comfort and approval.

"Dan," he said, "this isn't the place for us. Someday, someday... we can all go back."

Then, he saw Zhao Jia from the hill. I thought Zhao Jia would immediately run back and tell his father with exaggerated words after hearing this. But Zhao Jia didn't. He also explained politely the purpose of his visit as a thief, "He envied us for being able to play together" and "He simply wanted to say a few more words to Zheng Li."

The establishment of friendship in childhood was actually very simple. They happily let the little fat boy return home with nothing. And in Zinian Lane, few people disciplined them. It was nothing more than fighting grass, riding cows, and other things that nobles should not do.

I really think they are both very boring and childish sometimes.

Why would you argue endlessly over a girl?

Zhao Zheng is really brainless. Even an idiot knows that South Korea sent Zheng Li just to please Zhao.

The red sun was like a wheel, illuminating everything around it, like a huge mouth that could swallow everyone.

How can we talk about the future when we are dispensable protons in Handan? Where exactly is the future?

Actually, you know, the future is a paradox.

Because twenty years later, I handed the same words to Ying Zheng, "Xianyang is not my homeland. I beg the king to let me return to Yan."

Ying Zheng rejected me decisively.

I still couldn't see his expression clearly, but this time it was his beaded curtain that blocked my view.

Zhao Zheng became a part of Ying Zheng forever.

I was so angry that I was shaking all over, and I thought of my tutor Ju Wu like crazy.

My fighting spirit, which had been dampened in Zhao, was fully ignited in Qin.

I planned a murder of epic proportions.

As time went by, everything changed. Then, my life became a prophecy of a world of great contention.

Cinnabar looks like blood.

I am in the State of Yan, looking up at the roof of my exile tent, but I can't see the sun.

I never saw the dandelions blown away by Zheng Li's hands again, and they failed to bring me back to Jicheng where I wanted to go back to.

I hope Zhao Zheng is back.