To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Zhang Fan frantically tapped a few times on his phone screen to turn on speakerphone.

"Um... Your Majesty, it's done!"

The atmosphere inside the main hall was extremely oppressive.

The warriors on either side, clad in black armor, stood with their hands on their swords, their killing intent as sharp as frost.

Ying Zheng sat high on his throne, staring at the talking "iron box".

If this really is a divine artifact from the future...

"You said you're from two thousand years in the future?"

Ying Zheng's voice echoed throughout the hall, "Why should I trust you?"

"Just this sorcery that transmits sound across a distance?"

"Among the remnants of the six states, there were quite a few sorcerers who knew some of the arts of divination and strategy."

"not to mention!"

Ying Zheng sneered, "This brat says that as long as a few words are engraved, the future can be changed."

"If I've already made it, how can he prove that the future has changed?"

"If I were to kill him with my sword now, would your so-called future come to claim my life?"

Zhang Fan was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt down again.

The aura of this emperor who reigns supreme throughout history is truly unmatched!

This is absolutely killing the conversation!

"Commander... help me..." Zhang Fan cried into the phone.

Beijing, State Security Bureau conference room.

Zhu Feng's expression was solemn, and he gestured to the top Qin history experts beside him to remain silent.

Then he spoke calmly into the red microphone.

"The First Emperor."

Zhu Feng did not address him as "Your Majesty," nor did he refer to himself as "commoner" or "your humble official," but rather adopted a posture of looking at him as equals.

"We have no need to take your life, nor do we intend to offend the majesty of the Great Qin."

"We are able to communicate because we are connected by blood!"

"Two thousand years later, on this land, we still speak Chinese, still write Chinese characters, and still revere you as the 'Ancestor Dragon'."

Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

First Emperor?

This nickname was novel and quite to his liking.

"As for how to prove it..."

Zhu Feng's voice continued, "We don't need to demonstrate miracles, because history itself is the best proof!"

"Zhang Fan!" Zhu Feng suddenly called out.

"Yes! Yes! Commander, I'm here!" Zhang Fan quickly replied.

"What year is it in the Qin Dynasty now? Or rather, in what year has King Zheng of Qin been in his twenties?"

Zhang Fan immediately looked up and stammered, "Um... they're asking what year it is now?"

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes. Although he felt the question was unnecessary, he still coldly uttered a few words:

"This is the thirty-second year of the First Emperor's reign!"

Upon hearing this answer, several white-haired history professors in the meeting room slammed their fists on the table in excitement!

"The 32nd year of Qin Shi Huang's reign! 215 BC!"

"It matches up! The timeline is confirmed! It wasn't at the beginning of unification!"

"In 215 AD... by this time, the prefecture-county system had already been implemented! The Great Wall was undergoing major repairs, and Meng Tian was leading a campaign against the Xiongnu in the north!"

Zhu Feng raised his hand to suppress the crowd's excitement, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp.

Now that the specific timeframe has been determined, the next steps will have immense power.

He spoke into the microphone, raising his voice slightly:

"The First Emperor, if it's the thirty-second year of his reign!"

"At this very moment, General Meng Tian is leading an army of 300,000, confronting the Xiongnu outside Jiuyuan!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng tightened his grip on his sword!

Meng Tian's campaign against the Xiongnu in the north was a top-level military secret of the empire.

Apart from a handful of people in the imperial court, no one in the world knew the specifics of his movements!

If this person is a sorcerer, how could he know so accurately?

Zhu Feng's voice continued, each word precious and insightful:

"We can assure you, victory in this battle is assured!"

"Meng Tian will help you recover the entire Hetao region in one fell swoop, establish thirty-four counties there, and drive the Xiongnu out of the southern Gobi Desert!"

"After the war, you will order the construction of a straight road from Jiuyuan directly to Ganquan Palace in Xianyang to facilitate military communications and reinforcements!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted to needle-like size!

He suddenly stood up from the throne, his black dragon robe fluttering even without wind.

Recapture the Hetao region and establish prefectures and counties—this was precisely the established strategy he and Meng Tian had devised!

The construction of the "straight road" was a top-secret idea that had just begun to sprout in his mind!

And I've never told anyone about it!

This metal box... can it really know the past and the future?!

Zhu Feng's voice didn't stop on the other end of the phone.

"But, First Emperor, please listen carefully!"

"We, from two thousand years in the future, also want to remind you!"

"You sent alchemists like Xu Fu to the sea to seek immortality and find the elixir of life. Several years have passed, and you have spent countless sums of money and resources, but you have found nothing."

"This is a vain endeavor! Immortality is unattainable. The eternal foundation of the Qin Dynasty lies in human planning, not destiny!"

Boom!

Zhu Feng's words were like thunderclaps, severing the fog in Ying Zheng's mind.

Military secrets, his inner thoughts, even his secret desire for immortality that he never told outsiders... all of this was revealed by the person inside the iron box!

That kind of grand vision and accurate analysis of the world situation could never be fabricated by a charlatan!

This... really is a voice from the future!

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

He looked at the young man dressed in strange clothes, and the murderous intent in his eyes vanished instantly.

Instead, there is an unprecedented level of attention and desire.

He slowly walked down the steps and stood in front of Zhang Fan.

The imperial aura was so overwhelming that Zhang Fan almost suffocated.

Ying Zheng reached out, but instead of taking the Tai'a sword, he slowly took the "iron box" from Zhang Fan's hand.

He stared at the still-connected call screen, his tone less arrogant and more solemn, befitting an emperor:

"I will trust you for now."

"Since you come from two thousand years in the future, then tell me..."

"How many generations has my Great Qin Dynasty lasted?"

"Is it truly... eternally prosperous?"

When this question was raised, everyone in the Beijing National Security Conference Room fell silent.

A deathly silence.

Zhu Feng's knuckles, gripping the red microphone, turned slightly white.

Tell him the truth?

Tell this powerful ruler, who has already conquered the world and whose power has reached its peak, that the Qin Dynasty he cherishes will perish after only two generations.

It only existed for fifteen years?

If we don't tell the truth, it's tantamount to deceiving the emperor, and once exposed, the cooperation will immediately break down.

To be honest, would this increasingly irritable First Emperor have smashed his phone on the spot and then beheaded Zhang Fan?

This is a dead end.

But Zhu Feng took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Since it can connect to the Qin Dynasty and alter cultural relics, that proves...

History can be changed!

"The First Emperor."

Zhu Feng's voice became deep and powerful, carrying a do-or-die courage:

"In the original history, the Qin Dynasty... perished after only two generations."

"The reign lasted fifteen years."

In the main hall, Ying Zheng's body swayed suddenly, and his face turned deathly pale.

Then, a tremendous rage erupted like a volcano!

"nonsense!!!"

Clang!

The Tai'a sword was instantly drawn, its sharp blade pressed against Zhang Fan's neck, slicing through a layer of skin.

"I swept across six kingdoms and defeated the Xiongnu in the north! I established a dynasty that will last for ten thousand generations! How could it perish after only two generations?"

"You are mocking me!!"

"But this is real!" Zhang Fan cried out, his face pale and his voice trembling with sobs.

"Emperor Qin Shi Huang! Please calm your anger!"

Zhu Feng's roar exploded from the receiver, as loud as a bell:

"It is precisely because we died after only two generations that we must cross two thousand years to tell you all this!"

"We are not reconciled! China is not reconciled!"

"Our connection today is to help you, and to help China, defy fate!"

"We have a world map, potato and corn seeds that can yield a thousand catties per acre, steelmaking technology, gunpowder formula, and penicillin to treat plague!"

"As long as you're willing to cooperate, let alone for eternity!"

"We will help your Great Qin Dynasty plant that black dragon flag in every corner of the earth!!"

"The land illuminated by the sun shall all be Qin territory!!"

Ying Zheng's sword stopped.

His breathing was rapid, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was staring intently at the phone in his hand.

A yield of 1,000 jin per mu?

What is gunpowder?

The Black Dragon Flag is planted in every corner of the world?

Are they all Qin territory?

At this moment, the ambition of this emperor of all ages was completely ignited.

He slowly sheathed his longsword, his voice hoarse yet exuding an aura that seemed to encompass the heavens and earth:

"Is this really true?"

Zhu Feng said firmly:

A ruler's word is his bond!

Ying Zheng abruptly flicked his sleeve, turned around, walked back to the throne, sat down with an imposing air, and shouted into his phone:

"good!"

"I will do this business with you!"

"Tell me, what is the first step you want me to do?"

In the conference room, Zhu Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced at a top-secret file that had been prepared beforehand.

That was a biographical document about Zhao Gao.

Zhu Feng said in a deep voice:

"The first step is for the First Emperor to issue an order immediately."

"For the crimes of bewitching the emperor, colluding with sorcerers, and plotting rebellion, Zhao Gao, the head of the Imperial Carriage Office, is to be executed!"