It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

(One of the timelines in which the female protagonist exists)
In the winter of my fifty-eighth year, I watched as one royal carriage after another departed, the procession carrying the royal princesses and princes to Mount Li... Undoubtedly, this marked the end of an era.

I sat in front of the mansion gate, awaiting my fate.

Instead of receiving the kill order from my friend, I received a letter.

When the letter was unfolded, a string of strange symbols was written on it, and a large hole was also visible. It was truly strange that the silk scroll suddenly began to glow.
My eyesight must be failing me.

I asked the messenger who had sent the letter, and the man lowered his black cloak and whispered, "Yao Jia, have you forgotten the little princess?"

That voice sounds so familiar, so familiar that it's the voice of my mortal enemy, Han Fei.

That happened many years ago. He once slandered me to King Ying Zheng of Qin, and I vehemently defended myself, arguing that my persuasion was justified. I had always thought that the person Ying Zheng had brought back in exchange for sending troops to Han must be far more important than me. But the ending was completely different: Ying Zheng used a scheme to force my friend to kill him with his own hands.

Even now, I think that if Han Fei's ghost were to return, he would surely laugh at me, laugh at Ying Zheng, and laugh at the Qin Dynasty.

Or perhaps, he should really be laughing at himself.

I heard him ask about Ying Hehua.

I thought for a moment, then clicked my tongue and said, "You don't know the little princess is dead?" Then it dawned on me that Han Fei had been dead for twenty years, so how could he know? I chuckled and said, "Of course you don't know, the little princess is already dead."

Just then, I heard a commotion outside the door. It was the voice of a eunuch, one of Zhao Gao's men? I sighed, shook my head and smiled, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. I could only lament that my friend and colleague was not as ruthless as Zhao Gao.

Since the late emperor passed away, I've already given up on life.

Li Si and his men can do whatever they want.

As for me, I'd rather live a miserable life than die.

But today, after they eliminated Meng Tian and Meng Yi, Feng Quji and Feng Jie, and so many royal princes and princesses... now it's my turn.

Han Fei was probably quite fed up with my numb and incompetent behavior. He said, "Shangqing, I find it pathetic that you have become like this."

I shook my head, not wanting to argue.

Unexpectedly, Han Fei slapped me.

……

The Legalists are really direct.

Luckily, I'm thick-skinned enough that the slap brought me back to my senses a bit.

But why did he hit me?
When I get angry, I'm pretty much the same as when I was young in the State of Wei.

I cursed angrily, "You son of a bitch Han Fei, you can't even rest in peace after being dead for twenty years. You've come back to life, so be it. If you want to laugh at me, then stay put. So you're targeting me? Go look at your junior brother, and you'll know what it means to be infuriating. Damn it, if you want revenge, you should go after him. You should be happy to tell the late emperor this news. The late emperor was brought back to life by those two beasts."

Several years ago, I heard Xu Fu say that he could communicate with spirits in places with abundant water, and that he could get the emperor to give him a fleet of ships to go to sea.

Xu Fu, that scoundrel, took the fleet and disappeared for five years without a trace.

But then I remembered what he had said, so I ran to the water's edge to look, and there he was—still with that light and airy quality of a Korean prince, with that handsome face, those eyebrows and eyes, that figure, that aura…

"Oh shit."

"Congratulations on dying young. Dying early means you won't grow old, hahaha!"

I was so angry that I blurted out, "The little princess said I'm 'overwork-induced weight gain,' what the hell? Out of so many people, am I the only one who's gained weight?"

I squinted. When did Han Fei become so good-tempered? He didn't argue with me at all.

Or perhaps he stuttered, and his stuttering made him mute.

He handed me the silk scroll in his hand.

Their young masters speak eloquently, while I speak vulgarly.

"Go to hell, Han Fei, what do you want?"

My hearing is fine; I heard someone rush into my front yard.

That person was screaming, "[Lord Zhao! The High Minister has gone mad!! High Minister Yao is slapping himself and cursing at thin air.]"

I really think the person who said that is crazy. Even if I'm mentally unstable, I'm not as insane as them.

The winter wind blew into my sleeves; it was cold.

I looked at the shining sun, which seemed to have condensed into a single point.

My last action was to properly escort that official named Chen Ping, Ying Hehua, out of Xianyang.

Chen Ping was moved to tears, and holding my hand, he said, "Ping will never forget the kindness that you have shown me, Lord Shangqing."

I hate that sentence because it was what I said to Ying Zheng many years ago when Wang Wan recommended me to him. Wang Wan had actually completely forgotten about me.

"Get out of here!" I kicked him and sent him flying out of the mansion.

Chen Ping frowned, his exceptionally handsome face displaying an unprecedented sadness.

I don't have much to say, so I waved my hand.

he's gone.

I watched his retreating figure, my eyes aching, but in the end, I still spoke up.

"I want to be the prime minister."

"High Minister...?"

Don't let anyone outdo you!

What I said to Chen Ping seemed to be directed at me, the younger generation.

We are all from the State of Wei. We come from humble origins, from the most inconspicuous little place in the county of Wei.

If I could live another twenty years, I would know for sure that he accomplished everything I failed to do. For example, the Han dynasty accomplished what the Qin dynasty failed to do… but that's a story for another time.

When the most vibrant red was stained onto that silk scroll, I truly saw that huge hole emitting a green glow!
The hole was green. Green, that's the color of life.

Zhao Gao stepped on my face. Feeling frustrated and regretful, I reached out my hand, trembling, to grasp that wisp of green light.

The pain disappeared the next moment.

Could it be that what that scoundrel Xu Fu said was true?
Are there really fairy mountains in this world, and immortals in the afterlife?
This is an old house with a campfire burning. Beside the campfire, there is a pine tree that has been decorated in a magnificent manner.

Here, I saw Han Fei and Wang Wan. They were both dressed strangely. Especially Han Fei.

He sat on a soft, fluffy seat outdoors, one hand casually resting on the armrest, the other slightly raised, a wisp of white mist swirling around him, very faint.

The fog, however, smelled pungent.

He smiled, slightly raised his chin to look at me, and his eyes held a sharp scrutiny, much like they had twenty-eight years ago.

"Yao Jia, you should have been more proper when you were younger." I hated his lazy, teasing tone.

How abominable.

However, before he died, I made a good mockery of him.

After I die, I really can't be bothered to argue with him!
I looked around and noticed that Wang Wan was staring in one direction.

His expression was tense and worried, cautious, and full of tolerance.

How could I have known that the boy spinning the globe on the office chair behind that sandalwood door was Ying Zheng, the six-year-old Ying Zheng?

At that moment, Han Fei held what was called a cigarette between two fingers and handed it to me. He smiled and beckoned me to bend down.

"What?"

He said the cigarette could only burn if it was lit.

I think he's trying to be friendly, but I'm still a bit skeptical.

"Hey, stop."

"Sir, you've come again."

“Yao Jia doesn’t smoke. Nobody else has this habit, but you picked up this bad habit. If I had known this would happen, I shouldn’t have taken you to visit my grandfather in the Republic of China era.”

The woman stood inside the glass, beside the milky-white curtains, holding a fat rabbit in her arms.

I stood up and, seeing her beautiful face, was slightly taken aback. "Little princess?"

"Yao Jia, come inside quickly, it's snowing outside."

The snow-covered landscape here doesn't clash with the harmonious warmth.

She knocked on the windowpane and lowered her voice, "Sir, Zuo Che and my father are still here. I don't know how the time tunnel was created, but my mother might be a child of a few years old in a little while. Please don't smoke in front of them."

"Sorry." As I said this, I saw Han Fei stub out his cigarette.

...From what the little princess said, it seems this cigarette isn't a good thing.

Han Fei was indeed no good either.

"Yao Jia, this is a Zhongshan suit. Would you like to try it on?" Shen Zhi handed me a paper bag.

"Don't try."

……

"I'm speechless. They're all like this."

I saw the little princess smile and say, "Sister Azhi, don't worry about it. Let them wear whatever they want. It's fine." But her eyes seemed to say, 'You'll see how tough this is soon enough.'

heat.

It's really hot.

Damn it. Is anyone else as hot as me?

The red and green elements are combined on one tree.

I have come to a special world, where there are many new and exciting things.

This is just like how I felt when I first came to the Qin state thirty-eight years ago.

I saw a scene of the Heavenly Generals being reversed.

Xu Zhi knelt down and presented the red box to her father.

Wang Wan said that when Ying Zheng traveled back in time, he was being beaten by a prince of Zhao.

No wonder Wang Wan looked at him with that expression.

She opened a first-aid kit, applied iodine to his arm with a cotton swab, and gently blew on it.

"Are you a celestial being?"

“I’m not.” She shook her head.

“I have seen pictures of immortals on Zhao Jia’s books. You must be an immortal.”

Xu Zhi asked Ying Zheng to open the gift, and I saw green and blue things drawn on it.

I know, those are continents and oceans, as Xu Fu once said.

Ying Zheng pushed the sphere around with his hand, and the round sphere began to spin rapidly.

"What is this?" he asked.

“This is the whole world,” Xu Zhi said.

Then Wang Wan gave a lecture on geography. I understood it and realized that he and Han Fei had been in this world long before me.

The tradition of giving Christmas gifts can be traced back to ancient Rome. During the winter solstice in December, the Romans celebrated a festival called the Saturn Festival in honor of the god Saturn.

That's really interesting.

Xu Zhi said that there are two reindeer that can carry Santa Claus and deliver my wishes to my hands.

"Thank you for saving Chen Ping's life," she said.

I can finally relax a little after being stuck in the quagmire of fifty-eight years.

"It's nothing. Anyway, I've seen the two people I most wanted to see before I die. I've also seen the person I most wanted to repent for..."

Xu Zhi's doorbell rang.

I wonder if the person she met when she opened the door was the one she loved, her lover?

Or... both?
However, I smiled and said that was her story.

I took my gift out of my box.

It was an extremely formal Zhongshan suit.

"This is the second time I'm giving you this gift; I hope you don't find it too much," Wang Wan said.

"No. Although I don't understand, as the little princess said: Merry Christmas," I said.

"This is the birthday of Jesus in the West, but it is also our rebirth."

Merry Christmas to you too. (End of Chapter)