Chronicles of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 47 46. Buried in Mount Li
Yan Yun was old and seriously ill, and his emotions were fluctuating greatly at the moment. Soon he was exhausted.

Seeing this, Ji Heng did not say anything more. Instead, he asked Yan Yun to rest, and gave him various mulberry sugar, iron pots, and palace kitchens, and then returned to the palace.

As he was being helped into the carriage, Zhou Ju hesitated a bit: "Your Majesty, didn't you come here today for Qin Qing's treasure?..."

The king had made arrangements in advance to bring the artifact, which could take photos and hide people, to the general's mansion after seeing this magical artifact.

But Ji Heng rubbed his brows and said: "The general is already seriously ill, I shouldn't burden him with too much worry."

Let this unparalleled general who has worked for the Qin Dynasty all his life always look forward to the powerful Qin Dynasty.

Zhou Ju agreed, then said, "The general ordered someone to present two boxes of bamboo slips, saying that he was old and his spirit was scattered, and it might be impossible for him to write a book or biography."

"But what Qin Qing said makes sense. I have traveled my entire life, meticulously documenting the battles, the troops, the horses, the mountains, and the terrain. If any future generals of the Great Qin can use even a little of this, it would be a great honor for me."

Ji Heng frowned: "General, you are so troubled..."

Zhou Ju smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. The general still begs to live two more days so that he can impart more. Therefore, I will only dictate my recollections and have the clerks compile and record them."

"This is unwritten, and the king needs to send someone to sort out the text."

If not for this, we would not be able to obtain these two boxes of bamboo slips in just two days.

Ji Heng sighed softly: "Master Yan has devoted all his energy to the Great Qin..."

Then he pondered again: "There's no need to edit the chapters and sentences. Those who are good at literature and history don't understand military warfare. If they make a mistake in editing, the slightest error could lead to a huge mistake."

"Those who are good at fighting are seldom proficient in writing. Even if they are, they will have different strategies for dealing with the enemy in the same battle. It is difficult to organize and easily mix words."

If there are any skilled warriors in the future, they will be able to glimpse the general's heroic spirit from this.

He then ordered, "Let Qin Qing enter my carriage."

Those things that General Yan did not have time to ask should be asked by him.

Qin Shi had just boarded the carriage nearby.

Chi Nu Wu Zi helped her kneel down and sit down. She immediately raised her hand to press her chest. Chi Nu was shocked: "Is Qin Jun feeling unwell?"

Qin Shi shook his head: "No, no. I just..."

He just witnessed the emperor of all ages with his own eyes, and was deeply shocked by his heroism and magnanimity, and then his heart beat like a drum and his face turned red.

If her hand hadn't been pressed against her chest, she'd have been able to see a slight tremor. This wasn't fear, but the slight afterglow of feeling like she'd been involved in something truly significant.

Thousands of years later, if a historical record were to be found, would her name be recorded? How would future generations guess her identity?
When she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel her heart surge with emotion.

When I was young, I had no fear of life or death, always saying that nothing in life mattered, but the slightest worry could bring the world to a standstill. However, after entering society and struggling hard, I was diagnosed with an incurable disease.

At that moment, she suddenly understood why great men of ancient and modern times were so eager to leave their names in history books.

Because I want to be remembered forever.

Thousands of years later, people still chant her name and check in at her tomb.

In contrast, the Chi Nu Wu Zi's emotions were quite stable, because in their eyes, "The King is such an extraordinary King."

He had to lead the royal army in person regardless of life or death, and he cared for the old generals so much that he ordered them to be buried with him... As slaves, they had to do whatever their master said, so they had no room to use their brains.

Therefore, I feel more at ease.

Only Wu Zi couldn't hold back and laughed softly, "General Yan said that there is no need to bury the dead alive. Now the general's servants and maids should be happy."

When Qin Shi heard this, he couldn't help but sigh: Yes.

The great deeds of emperors throughout history are truly moving, yet beneath them lie countless corpses. Slaves like Chi Nu Wu Zi weren't even worthy of being recorded in the annals, let alone having their names on their bones. She released her hands, now smiling at them: "Don't worry. If I die, I don't want anyone buried with me."

It's good to have it recorded in history books, but it's really unnecessary to be buried alive with the dead.

Thousands of years later, how many emperors have left intact tombs? Even the mighty Han and Tang dynasties could not escape the ravages of time. Perhaps only this one, a peerless emperor, buried a river of mercury in the underground palace of Mount Li, a river that no god or ghost could cross.

Or maybe...

Qin Shi thought: If Ji Heng lives longer, maybe she will also be qualified to be buried in Mount Li after her death?
Of course, there's no need to be buried alive. It's fine if they don't accompany you, but cremation probably wouldn't be agreed to at this point.

She has no requirements on where to bury it, as long as there is less digging.

But these words obviously frightened the two of them.

But before they could kneel down and confess their guilt, they heard a eunuch outside the carriage door announce: "Lord Qin, the king has summoned you."

Qin Shi, wearing pearl shoes and a silky, moon-white skirt, stepped into the king's carriage like a spring butterfly. The moment the door opened, a slightly bitter aroma of wormwood gently swept through, then disappeared in an instant.

Ji Heng raised his eyes to look at her, only to see Qin Shi already kneeling skillfully on the side, now gently adjusting the hem of her skirt, her cheeks still slightly flushed.

Qin Shi's heart was still beating wildly when she met Ji Heng's eyes again. To ease the uncontrollable trembling, she took the initiative to speak:
"Your Majesty is truly remarkable."

Ji Heng nodded sternly, then asked, "Why do you say that?"

He was so calm that Qin Shi was speechless.

But then she laughed: "Everything is amazing."

"Many people become fat and slow after becoming kings, but Your Majesty remains strong and healthy, with arms and legs like a giant and waist like a beetle. Your diligence is truly remarkable."

"The king has no respect for ghosts and gods, is always confident, and is unmatched in strength. He is truly remarkable."

"Your Majesty cherishes the people's strength, loves sincerity and is faithful, yet he is willing to make an exception for General Yan, which is even more remarkable."

She paused, then added, "Your Majesty has abolished human sacrifice from now on. This will be celebrated as benevolence and great for all eternity."

There was nine parts sincerity and one part flattery in this, so naturally, the hope of abolishing human sacrifice was expressed, and Ji Heng showed a look of understanding.

but.

Qin Qing was right, he originally wanted to abolish human sacrifice.

As for the previous few...

Ji Heng nodded again: "I know your admiration and love for me."

Zhou Ju watched the king's brows go from slightly furrowed to gradually relaxed, and then gradually raised again. His fingers even began to tap lightly, and he couldn't help but think in his heart:
How on earth have I, who is not good at speaking, been able to survive until now thanks to the king's tolerance?
He has begun to doubt his professional ethics.

Qin Shi breathed a sigh of relief, finally calming down. Then she asked again, "The King has summoned you, but is there something you need to do?"

If not, she can ask about her golden crown!
Ji Heng didn't give her that chance: "I have seen your——"

He paused, then pronounced the word, "Mobile phone. It shows images of soldiers, uniformly aligned and in perfect harmony. Our Great Qin's iron laws, and the military's strict discipline, are also extremely strict, but it's still not as good as this."

He stared intently at Qin Shi, not missing a single reaction, but spoke calmly and quietly: "Qin Qing, I want to know why I did this."

[Regarding the previous chapter. It's truly amazing. I haven't even seen the Terracotta Warriors yet, but I'm already certain they weren't buried with the dead, but rather served as the emperor's mentors.]

Regarding updates, this one is too exhausting, and I've considered taking a day off each week. But since I have things to do in late April and early May, I'll try to save up some time for the holidays.

Although King Heng of Qin cherished the people's strength, what he loved was his own rule. In essence, he still did not treat people as human beings.

[Thank you miya for the reward, and thank you to all my friends for their continued support every day]