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The night breeze quietly subsided.

The oil lamps in the main hall no longer flickered; their flames shot straight up, casting an orange glow on the First Emperor's face.

He kept his eyes closed for a long time, so long that a section of the oil lamp wick had burned out.

He slowly raised his hand from the edge of the bed, supporting his forehead, his five fingers digging deep into his hair, his nails gently scraping his scalp, making a soft rustling sound.

He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Luo Fei, and asked in a low voice, "Who has tampered with my imperial edict?"

Luo Fei remained silent.

The First Emperor did not need his answer; the answer was obvious.

Among the procession, only a handful of people had the opportunity to come into contact with the imperial edict and were qualified, capable, and courageous enough to tamper with it.

Li Si, Zhao Gao, and his youngest son Hu Hai.

The First Emperor moved his fingers from his forehead to the edge of the bed, and tapped the wood lightly twice with his index finger.

"Zhao Gao and Hu Hai."

He uttered those two names, his voice carrying a chilling edge.

Luo Fei did not respond.

Before revealing the truth to the First Emperor, he had to cure his illness; otherwise, given the First Emperor's current frail condition, he would likely be unable to bear the cruel reality.

Luo Fei reached into his sleeve, took out a jade bottle from his ring, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward the First Emperor.

The First Emperor looked down at the jade bottle, not reaching out to take it. He squinted, his gaze shifting from the jade bottle to Luo Fei's face, then back to the jade bottle.

"What is this?"

Luo Fei answered with two words: "Pills".

The First Emperor's eyes suddenly lit up.

Luo Fei's hand remained on the jade bottle, but he did not open it.

"The elixirs Your Majesty has taken over the years contain large amounts of heavy metals. Cinnabar, mercury, lead, and arsenic—these substances accumulate in your body, constantly eroding your internal organs. Your Majesty's deteriorating health is not a matter of fate, but rather a result of poisoning. An ordinary person would likely have already perished. The fact that Your Majesty has endured until today demonstrates that your physical constitution is far superior to that of ordinary people."

The First Emperor's hand froze in mid-air, his fingers curled, unsure whether to reach out for the jade bottle or pull it back.

His lips moved, and a sigh escaped his throat. He recalled the alchemists who had refined elixirs for him over the years, each one making solemn vows that they could concoct an elixir of immortality, granting the user the chance to ascend to heaven.

He believed it and ate it. After eating it for so many years, his health deteriorated, his energy waned, and his temper became increasingly irritable.

He once thought it was because he was old and overworked after unifying the six kingdoms.

Luo Fei uncorked the bottle, and a medicinal fragrance wafted out of the bottle opening. It wasn't strong, but it lasted a long time.

The First Emperor's eyes widened slightly, his nostrils flared, and he took a deep breath. The medicinal fragrance entered his lungs through his nasal cavity, invigorating him.

He leaned forward slightly, reached out his hand, and his fingertips touched the edge of the jade bottle, but he did not pick it up.

He looked at Luo Fei, his eyes filled with questions.

Luo Fei met his gaze and slowly began to speak.

"This is a Body Tempering Pill, which can expel toxins from the body. After Your Majesty takes it, the toxins in your body will be cleared. The functions of your internal organs will gradually recover, your energy will return, your temper will become more stable, and your sleep will improve. However, it cannot increase your lifespan."

The First Emperor withdrew his hand, pondering whether this person was trustworthy, whether the elixir was poison, and whether taking it would hasten his death.

He stared at Luo Fei for a long time, and Luo Fei calmly looked back at him, without urging him or offering any further explanation.

In the end, the First Emperor reached out and picked up the jade bottle, pouring out a pill into his palm.

He put the pill in his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it. Soon, he felt a warm sensation slowly spreading in his stomach.

He didn't let anyone test the drug because he understood that if Luo Fei wanted to kill him, he wouldn't need to use poison at all.

When those four swords stabbed at him at the same time, their tips broke off simultaneously. If Luo Fei had wanted to take his life, he would already be dead.

Luo Fei took a bathtub out of his ring.

The tub was filled with hot water, and steam rose from the opening. He then took out a bar of soap and placed it on the shelf next to the tub.

The First Emperor looked at the bathtub that appeared out of nowhere, at the steaming water, and at the fragrant soap.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't.

It's not so hard to believe that someone who can travel from over two thousand years in the future and float in the air can conjure up a bathtub out of thin air.

Luo Fei stood up, walked to the bathtub, and tested the water temperature with his hand.

"After taking the Body Tempering Pill, the toxins in your body will be quickly expelled through sweat. This soap can cleanse your skin, and the medicinal smell will be less noticeable after washing. Your Majesty, please bathe and change first. I will wait outside. After your bath, I will tell Your Majesty what exactly happened after your passing."

The First Emperor propped himself up on the edge of the bed, his legs trembling slightly.

He pushed aside the bodyguard who suddenly appeared and tried to help him, and walked several steps to the bathtub, holding onto the edge of the tub.

He looked at the hot water in the bucket, at the shimmering surface of the water under the light, and at his face reflected in the water—his thin and pale face.

After watching for a while, he reached out and untied his belt, stepped into the bathtub and sat down; the hot water reached above his chest.

He leaned against the barrel, closed his eyes, his brows gradually relaxed, his lips loosened, and his breathing became steady.

Luo Fei stood outside the hall, his back to the door of the main hall that he had casually closed.

The moonlight remained bright, illuminating the entire courtyard as if it were daytime.

On the rammed earth ground of the courtyard, several guards patrolled, their steps slow and deliberate, carrying long halberds on their shoulders, the tips of which gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

They saw Luo Fei emerge from the main hall, paused for a moment, and tightened their grip on the halberd, but no one stepped forward, because the First Emperor had not given any orders.

Luo Fei stood on the steps, gazing at the moon in the sky, missing his family on Earth.

About half an hour later, the door to the main hall opened, and the First Emperor walked out.

He changed into a clean undergarment, tied his hair up with a cloth, and the paleness on his face faded a bit, giving him more color. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes also seemed to have lessened.

His steps were more steady than before. He walked to Luo Fei's side, stood on the steps, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

He put his hands behind his back, his fingers interlaced, and spoke in a low voice, which was not loud but more composed than before.

"Speak. What exactly happened after my death?"

Luo Fei stood beside him, also gazing at the moon. After a long silence, he turned and sat back down at the table with the First Emperor before slowly speaking.

He recounted to the First Emperor the events that had occurred during that period, one by one.

There is no embellishment or emotional manipulation; it is simply an objective account, like reading a historical archive.