It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Xu Zhi's heart was shocked.

My memory was instantly pulled back to eight years ago.

The old case of Shangdang was complicated. She wanted to protect them, but the heavy rain on the long street never stopped.

As history progressed, none of them followed the expected trajectory. Zhang Liang did not become a Qin official. Li Xian forgot her bloody past. Ultimately, she allied herself with the Han officials.

Xu Zhi chased out of the house and walked down the steps. The leaves rustled, the wind lifted up the sleeves of his robe, and the glass beads hanging from his waist reflected a beautiful halo in the gloomy weather.

He stopped, turned slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Your Highness, do you wish to discuss important matters with us here?"

Not far from him stood a young man holding a clay pot in his hand.

The boy stood there in astonishment.

Wang Ben looked at her, and found it hard to imagine that this brave and skilled general had such sorrow in his expression at this moment.

Yes, how could Qin Chen bear the words on that scroll?

How could a father accept the unnatural death of his child, and the death at the hands of a tribe he had once conquered...

Feng Qian's identity was involved in the origin of the Battle of Changping... This was even more unbearable for her. Among those who died as a result of this was Zhang Ping, the Prime Minister of Han.

Xu Zhi gave Wang Ben a comforting look and asked him to take Wang Li away first.

She walked to Feng Qian's side and said something quickly.

Xu Zhi sighed and walked up to him impatiently, "Where do you want to talk?"

He was happy to see her helplessness caused by her predicament, as if only in this way would they see each other and take the initiative to come to his side.

"What do you think, Princess?" He raised an eyebrow.

Xu Zhi smiled and said, "Of course I'm willing to invite Master Li. Aren't you afraid?"

Last time, Li Xian was tied up for three days because he trusted her too easily - the purpose was to prevent him from ruining her plan to go to Chu. When he was released by her, it was to let him see the scene of the imperial edict, let him go to Chu with her, and also to make Ying Zheng sure that her trip to Chu was safe.

She never considered his feelings, never cared whether he was also suffering in this turbulent process.

She wants a right or wrong.

Li Xian's eyes darkened.

Everything was silent, and the two men were at a stalemate.

Wang Yan's voice was the first to break the deadlock. "Your Highness, I believe Lord Li is here today to attend his birthday banquet. How about joining him?"

Wang Yan quickly reminded Xu Zhi, "General Zhao should be waiting for the princess."

She was silent for a moment. Yes, besides Wang Ben, there was also Zhao Jia... She had told him about the witch and the like early in the morning.

Zhao Jia sat in the main hall for a long time, but no guests came to the banquet, and Ying Hehua, who had entered the mansion with him, was nowhere to be found.

Today was also very strange. The owner of the mansion did not show up. The servants served tea and wine on his table and left quickly.

After a while, only the joy of the concubine was playing.

Not long after, he actually saw a young man in the main hall.

Wang Li was wandering around the main hall.

As for Yan Dan’s teacher, Ju Wu was right. The Qin people don’t know how to raise children at all.

It's like Ying Yiren, who was held hostage in Handan back then, actually pouring wine into his son, who was less than a year old... shouting something like, "Rather than letting my father forget me and letting the people of Zhao continue to hate me like this, I'd rather be drunk and dreamless..."

Perhaps because a father has experienced so many messy things, the child's personality is fixed in childhood.

Ying Zheng had a distant and puzzling father, which later led him to develop a distorted mindset that no one else had - a lack of security.

Ever since Zhao Jia stayed out of the matter, he felt that there was nothing in the world that he didn't understand, whether it was love, family, or power.

He thought complacently that the Ying family's weird suspicion and doubt must have been perfectly transmitted to Ying Hehua.

She is now sitting at the table opposite Li Xian, and she and Li Xian don't like each other.

The two of them tried to act as strangers to each other, but when they met each other's eyes, they immediately turned their brows against each other, as if they had hated each other for hundreds of years.

Zhao Jia understood that Ying Hehua had something else in his words.

But as a man, he of course understood Li Xian first.

He couldn't get what he wanted, so he had to resort to extreme measures. If this behavior was considered a frustration in love, Zhao Jia could immediately empathize with him.

Twelve years ago, he went to Zheng Li's palace to threaten her, intending to ally with Yan Dan to kill Ying Zheng—this was his intention. Li Xian's features were like carved wood on a beam, his eyebrows and eyes resembling his father's, but sharper, and he always wore black official robes.

Once he cooled down, the chill emanating from his body was enough to make people feel uneasy, and coupled with a sense of gloom that came from nowhere, his aura was absolutely terrifying.

This time, his every move was so calm and composed that Wang Ben sat up straight.

Feng Qian brought Wang Li to her side.

This fake party has just begun.

The music slowly stopped and Wang Li was temporarily taken away from here.

Zhao Jiaxian followed Li Xian's lead and said, "Lord Li took out the hidden treasures of the Zhao Kingdom in the past, probably because he wanted to reminisce with the princess."

"Reminiscing about the past?" "What do you mean by reminiscing about the past? Lord Li has come with ill intentions. He has placed inexplicable things all over the floor in an attempt to intimidate Your Highness."

Wang Yan's personality is completely different from her father's introverted attitude. Her dissatisfaction makes Li Xian feel like he smells gunpowder.

He seemed to be waiting to irritate Ying Hehua. "Threatening or telling the truth, the princess knows it in her heart."

Wang Yan frowned, but seeing Ying Hehua frowning, she didn't say much. After all, she had only heard about the things in the prophecy book from her father when he was alive, and the emperor at that time didn't care about it.

Just before Ying Hehua was about to speak, Zhao Jia spoke again.

"That's not the case." "There are many similar scrolls in the Handan Villa. If Your Highness wants to see them, you can still see them."

His fence-sitting behavior is unexpectedly unpleasant, but it actually adds another layer of meaning to the story.

Li Xian had someone present a letter. "Princess, you want to spread these things to the world, but you're worried that General Wang will see them?"

The wind outside the window blew the fallen leaves across the window lattice, making a series of crackling sounds.

"I wanted to make these things known to the world, but I didn't expect it would come at the cost of upsetting the court. General Wang is the sharp sword of the state. How could he be thrown off balance by these ancient letters?"

Li Xian tapped the armrest with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on her tense profile. He suddenly chuckled, "Princess, you've clearly calculated the pros and cons. But...if General Wang can't even fit a few pages of a letter, then this 'sharp blade' is a bit too fragile."

Wang Ben understood that although he was the center of this conversation, this was not his battlefield.

The thin barrier and bond between the emperor and his courtiers first attached itself to Li Si, and then to the Ying royal family...

Ying Hehua and Li Xian are just another manifestation of this secret struggle and suspicion.

The last time was eight years ago, when Li Xian brought this book to him, he had reached some kind of secret consensus with Li Xian.

Later, his sister Wang Heng married Fusu and became the prince's wife.

But Wang Ben didn't expect that eight years later, Ying Hehua did not marry Li Xian...she didn't even marry anyone.

As for Ying Hehua, she only realized now that when she came to beg him to send someone to accompany Zhang Liang on his diplomatic mission to Daliang, it was not only to protect his safety, but also for something else... She also wanted the meaning represented by the name "Zhang Liang".

The atmosphere grew colder and colder until it reached below zero.

Mentioning the Zhao state of Handan brings even more sorrow.

Ridiculing each other and engaging in verbal disputes have been their norm over the years, but they make the listeners feel very uncomfortable.

As soon as he finished speaking, the desk on Feng Qian's side shook.

This time, Wang Ben failed to catch her.

"Your Highness. The past is full of twists and turns. The same thing happened when Shangdang was relocated. My father is dead... If His Majesty the Emperor sends Lord Li to investigate this matter, I will explain it in detail."

She was halfway through her words when the door suddenly opened.

"Feng Qian? Didn't you say you knew nothing about it?" "Wang Ben, I think you knew about it but didn't report it."

This voice... came from the snow, cold and ghostly.

The candlelight in the hall was suddenly dimmed by the draft.

The man bent down to pick up the silk on the ground, and his fingertips almost pierced the thin silk fabric.

"As a general, you knew Feng was disloyal but didn't report it. According to the law, you should be punished with the same crime as the rebels. Do you understand?"

Zhao Gao was a close minister of Ying Zheng and could not leave without his permission. Since the empire was finally settled, Wang Ben had rarely seen the emperor. How could he not come with such force?

Wang Ben stood up from his desk and kowtowed to the ground, his forehead hitting the gold bricks with a dull thud. "I acknowledge my guilt! I beg Your Majesty to investigate..."

Zhao Gao walked to the courtyard and glanced at Li Xian.

Then, with a hint of smugness, he said loudly, "The laws of our Great Qin are strict. From Shang Yang's reforms to the present day, the principle of collective punishment has never been abolished! Princess Yong'an should be confined to the palace and should not be moving around. Yet you have come to the general's banquet without permission. What are your intentions?" (End of this chapter)