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Luo Fei recounted the events that occurred after the First Emperor's death, one by one.

Starting from Shaqiu, after the First Emperor's death, Zhao Gao persuaded Huhai and then went to find Li Si.

Li Si initially disagreed, but Zhao Gao said to him, "If Fusu ascends the throne, can you, Li Si, still be the prime minister?"

Li Si hesitated for a long time before finally nodding.

They placed the First Emperor's body in a carriage with the curtains tightly closed, so outsiders could not see inside.

The weather was hot, and the corpse rotted, emitting a foul stench.

Zhao Gao had a basket of abalone placed in the carriage to mask the stench of the corpse with the abalone's odor.

Along the way, officials presented their reports as usual, while Zhao Gao, behind the carriage curtain, imitated the First Emperor's voice to review the memorials.

No one knew that the First Emperor was dead.

The First Emperor listened, his hands resting on his knees, without moving.

Luo Fei mentioned the imperial edict.

The imperial edict written by the First Emperor ordering Fusu to return to Xianyang to preside over the funeral and ascend the throne was intercepted by Zhao Gao.

Zhao Gao did not hand it over to the messenger, nor did he have the messenger deliver it to Shangjun.

He hid it and rewrote it with Li Si.

The new imperial edict reads: "Meng Tian has been stationed on the frontier for more than ten years without any merit. On the contrary, he has repeatedly submitted memorials directly to the emperor, which is unfilial to him. Fusu is hereby ordered to commit suicide by sword. Meng Tian is guilty of the same crime and is hereby ordered to die."

When the imperial edict was delivered to Shangjun, Fusu opened it and wept.

He went into the inner room and drew his sword.

Meng Tian stopped him, saying, "His Majesty is on tour and has not yet established a crown prince. He has sent me to lead an army of 300,000 to guard the border, and you, my lord, are to serve as the military supervisor. This is a heavy responsibility for the entire country. Now that only one messenger has come, how can you be sure that this is not a deception? Please ask again and confirm it before you die."

The messengers came in a hurry, one after another, saying that His Majesty had ordered Fusu to commit suicide immediately without delay.

Luo Fei paused for a moment after saying this.

He looked at the First Emperor, and the First Emperor looked at him. Their eyes met briefly in the light of the oil lamp, and the First Emperor's gaze was icy.

Luo Fei continued speaking.

"Fusu did not heed Meng Tian's advice. He said, 'If my father commands me to die, what right do I have to ask for permission?' and drew his sword to commit suicide. Meng Tian was imprisoned. Later, when Huhai ascended the throne, he was framed by Zhao Gao, Li Si, and others, and ultimately committed suicide by swallowing poison."

The First Emperor raised his hand from his knees and placed it on the table, pressing it against the scroll of imperial seal.

His fingers pressed down on the bamboo slips, tightening the hemp rope and making a slight creaking sound.

His lips moved slightly, and a soft sigh escaped his throat.

Li Si was mentally prepared to participate in the alteration of the imperial edict. Li Si was a talented, ambitious, and driven man.

He rose from a minor official to prime minister not only because of his ability, but also because of his keen ability to assess the situation.

He knew that between Fusu and Huhai, Fusu would not give him an important position, while Huhai could be manipulated by Zhao Gao, which meant he could be manipulated by Li Si himself.

The First Emperor was not surprised; in fact, he thought it would be strange if Li Si hadn't participated.

But Luo Fei's next words made him lift his hand off the table.

"After Hu Hai ascended the throne, fearing dissatisfaction from his brothers and disloyalty from his sisters, he ordered their execution. More than thirty of the First Emperor's children, princes, and princesses, were either executed in Xianyang, forced to commit suicide, cut in half at the waist, or torn apart by chariots. Prince Gao petitioned to be buried alive with the emperor, thus saving his family's lives, but all the princesses also met tragic ends. The First Emperor's bloodline was almost extinguished in Hu Hai's hands. And the Qin Empire perished after only two generations. From the First Emperor's death to the fall of the Qin Dynasty, only three years had passed."

The First Emperor suddenly raised his right hand and slammed it heavily on the table.

The table shook violently, the bamboo slips jumped up, and the brush slipped from the brush holder and fell to the ground, the ink from the brush tip leaving a black arc on the ground.

The jade seal flipped over with a thud, the dragon's eyes looking down and the seal face up. The vermilion ink was not yet completely dry, leaving a blurry mark on the bamboo slip.

His eyes were bloodshot, with bloodshot veins running from the corners of his eyes all the way to the whites of his eyes.

His mouth was open, his teeth were clenched tightly, the muscles in his cheeks bulged, a low whimper came from his throat, and his right hand was trembling with extreme anger.

Luo Fei extended his hand, signaling the First Emperor to calm down, and offered words of comfort.

"Your Majesty, I have come here not only to tell you these things, but to change them. These things have not yet happened. Fusu is still alive, Huhai has not yet ascended the throne, Zhao Gao and Li Si have not yet made their move. And Your Majesty, you are still alive."

The First Emperor's body stiffened.

His eyes were still red, and the fire in his pupils hadn't gone out; instead, it burned even brighter.

He slowly turned his head, looked at Luo Fei for a few seconds, then straightened up and raised his hand from the table, waving it heavily.

"Someone come here!"

His voice was so loud that it could be heard in every corner of the main hall, and even by the guards outside the hall.

The palace doors were pushed open, and the captain of the guards strode in, kneeling on one knee with his head bowed, his armor striking the ground with a dull thud.

Two bodyguards emerged silently from the darkness, like two black feathers blown away by the wind, and knelt beside the captain of the guards, heads bowed.

The First Emperor's voice was squeezed out from his throat.

Where is Hu Hai now?

The captain of the guards kept his head down, not daring to raise it, his voice trembling slightly.

"Your Majesty, Prince Huhai is resting in the side hall."

"Go and break his legs. Now."

The captain of the guards flinched. But without hesitation or asking why, he stood up, turned, and walked out of the main hall. His footsteps echoed hurriedly in the corridor, growing fainter and fainter.

The First Emperor's voice rang out again, colder and harsher than before.

"Where is Zhao Gao?"

The guard kept his head down, his voice coming from behind his face mask, muffled.

"In the side room next to the side hall."

The First Emperor's lips twitched, and he uttered a cold voice.

"Break all four limbs. Leave them alive to take back to Xianyang. I want to brew them myself."

The guard lowered his head even further, his forehead almost touching the ground.

"promise."

They rose from the ground, retreated silently, and disappeared into the darkness.

The First Emperor looked at Luo Fei and asked a question.

"What about Li Si? Should I also...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Fei interrupted him.

"Li Si is a smart man. As long as His Majesty is alive, he would never dare to have the slightest disloyalty. His Majesty's existence is the best guarantee of his loyalty. There is no need to punish him; he needs to live well, as there are still many things that need to be done by him."

The First Emperor stared at Luo Fei, and after a few seconds, slowly nodded.

Soon, a scream came from afar; it was Hu Hai's voice. The scream was short and sharp, as if something had suddenly grabbed his neck, and then it stopped abruptly.

Then came Zhao Gao's voice, more shrill and longer than Hu Hai's screams, one after another, like the wailing of a pig being slaughtered.