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The First Emperor raised his hand from the table and reached out to Fusu's arm.

"Get up." His voice was a little hoarse.

Fusu stood up from the ground, bowed his head and stood in front of the First Emperor, his gaze falling on his father's thin face.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say, "Father, you've lost weight," but he swallowed the words back.

The First Emperor spoke first, looking Fusu up and down, his gaze lingering briefly on the tiger's mouth of his hand—where there were calluses from holding a sword.

"You're much stronger than before you went to Upper County. Good, good, good."

Meng Tian remained standing there, looking completely bewildered, his hands hanging at his sides, his fingers slightly curled.

His gaze moved from the First Emperor's face to Fusu's face, and then from Fusu's face to Luo Fei.

His mind was still processing what had just happened—the journey from Shangjun to Xianyang, a distance of a thousand miles, had been completed in an instant.

This young man in the blue and white robe is no ordinary person; he must be an immortal.

Thinking of this, his knees felt weak.

The First Emperor turned his head and looked at Meng Tian, ​​his gaze falling on his face, which was roughened by the wind and sand.

"General Meng, please sit."

The First Emperor raised his hand and pointed to a straw mat beside the table. Meng Tian responded, walked to the mat, and sat down cross-legged.

He stood ramrod straight, his hands resting flat on his knees, palms down, fingers slightly spread.

The First Emperor then gave instructions to the eunuch at the door.

"Go and summon Li Si."

The eunuch at the door quickly bowed to accept the order, then turned and jogged away.

Li Si arrived quickly.

He walked a little faster than usual. As soon as he stepped into the main hall, he saw Fusu standing in front of the First Emperor, Meng Tian sitting on a straw mat, and Luo Fei sitting opposite the First Emperor.

His steps faltered slightly, but he quickly resumed as usual. He walked up to the First Emperor, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Your subject Li Si greets Your Majesty. May I ask what Your Majesty commands me here?"

The First Emperor pointed to the straw mat beside Luo Fei and said only one word: "Sit."

Li Si straightened up, walked to Luo Fei's side, and sat down cross-legged.

The First Emperor placed his hands on the table, interlaced his fingers, and spoke in a deep voice:

"This Mr. Luo is neither a sorcerer nor a magician. He is an immortal, an immortal from more than two thousand years in the future. If it weren't for him, I would have already died in Shaqiu. At that time, my body would have been placed in a cart and transported with abalone. Zhao Gao would have forged my decree and installed Huhai as emperor. Li Si would have also been involved, altering my imperial edict. After receiving the false edict, Fusu would have committed suicide despite Meng Tian's advice. Meng Tian would have been imprisoned and eventually committed suicide by swallowing poison."

His voice was as calm as if he were reading a document he already knew by heart.

But the air inside the main hall froze instantly.

Li Si's body suddenly stiffened.

His face went from slightly flushed to deathly pale.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say "I did not," "I dare not," "This is a frame-up," but he couldn't utter a single word.

His body slid off the straw mat and onto the ground, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud.

He lowered his head, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, and his voice sounded as if it were being squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"Your Majesty...I...I am innocent...I did not...I dare not..."

Meng Tian gripped the sword hilt tightly.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged out, like several blue snakes crawling under his skin.

His gaze was fixed on Li Si, his pupils filled with undisguised killing intent.

His lips moved, his teeth clenched, and the muscles in his cheeks bulged out from the effort.

Fusu stood before the First Emperor, head bowed, gazing at Li Si, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling.

His expression was calm and expressionless, but his hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He was silently processing what the First Emperor had just said.

If he received that fake imperial edict, he would choose to commit suicide.

He pondered for a moment and realized that it was indeed something he would do.

If a son disobeys the emperor's order to die, he is considered disloyal and unfilial.

He would not doubt the authenticity of the imperial edict; the moment he saw it, he would draw his sword and commit suicide.

This is him, this is Fusu.

The First Emperor's voice rang out again, and he continued speaking.

He looked at Luo Fei, his tone as calm as if he were chatting with an old friend, recounting a long-forgotten story.

His tone remained calm and composed throughout.

"After Hu Hai ascended the throne, he was worried that his brothers would not be convinced and his sisters would have disloyal intentions, so he ordered them all to be executed."

Upon hearing this, Fusu slowly loosened his grip, his clenched fists relaxed, and he let them fall limply to his sides.

His face changed drastically, turning from calm to deathly pale.

His eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes filled with pain that seemed about to burst out.

He moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Meng Tian's sword was already drawn.

The blade gleamed with a chilling light, its tip pointing directly at Li Si's back, less than an inch away.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and the muscles of his entire arm taut like hard rock.

His eyes were bloodshot with rage, with blood vessels running from the corners of his eyes to the whites.

"Li Si! You traitor! How dare you—"

His voice squeezed out of his throat, like the roar of an enraged lion.

The First Emperor raised his hand and spoke in a deep voice.

"Meng Tian, ​​sheath your sword."

His voice wasn't loud, but Meng Tian stopped, the tip of his sword still pointing at Li Si's back.

His teeth clenched tighter, his eyes were still red, but the murderous intent in his pupils was slowly fading.

Meng Tian sheathed his sword and returned it to its original sheath.

The First Emperor lowered his hand.

He looked at Li Si, who was still kneeling on the ground, head down, shoulders trembling, and the hem of his clothes quivering slightly.

"Li Si, I will not kill you today. Not because you deserve to die, but because you are still useful. I want you to live so you can watch how I ensure the Qin Dynasty lasts for thousands of generations."

The First Emperor's voice was cold.

Li Si pressed his forehead deeply against the cold floor, tears welling up in his eyes and dripping onto the ground, spreading into a small, dark stain.

His voice was squeezed out with difficulty from his throat:

"Your Majesty... Your subject... is grateful for Your Majesty's mercy in sparing my life... Your subject... will repay this kindness with my life..."