I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

After a long while, Ying Zheng slowly turned his head.

"Imperial Advisor, please continue." His voice had become unusually calm, so calm it was chilling.

Qin Tian sighed inwardly as he looked at Ying Zheng's appearance.

At this moment, Ying Zheng no longer needed his comfort; he only needed him to tell him about the remaining dirty things, one by one.

"After the forged edict was issued, Zhao Gao, fearing that the news would leak out, came up with a plan. They put your body in a carriage and claimed that you were still ill. All government reports were still being processed as usual. The documents that were processed were naturally written by Zhao Gao and Li Si."

Ying Zheng's gaze turned completely cold.

"The body has been in the carriage for so long, and with the hot weather, things will eventually rot. So Zhao Gao ordered the caravan to buy large quantities of abalone at each stop and load them into the accompanying vehicles to travel with your carriage, using the fishy smell to mask the stench of the corpse."

"Bang!"

The sound shook the jade pot, causing the wine to splash everywhere. Ying Zheng slammed the lacquered cup to the ground, shattering it and sending shards flying far away, leaving a trail of water.

His face flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his narrow eyes were bloodshot and glared like copper bells. He looked like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

"Zhao Gao!!"

Use the stench of abalone to mask the stench of his corpse's decay!

Such humiliation is unprecedented in history!

Zhao Gao was obsequious to him during his lifetime, so how could he trust him or rely on him?

I originally thought he was a close advisor to whom I could entrust important matters after my death, a loyal servant!

I never imagined that he would do such a thing so soon after his body was cold!

The convoy rumbled forward, and Ying Zheng's burning rage seemed to pierce through the carriage walls, with even the armored soldiers outside sensing the suffocatingly low pressure inside.

But they merely turned their heads slightly, then quickly turned back and continued marching without changing their expressions.

Inside the carriage, Ying Zheng lowered his head and gasped for breath.

Looking at the emperor's near-collapse, Qin Tian felt a surge of indescribable emotions.

He reached out and channeled that warm Yuan energy into Ying Zheng's body once again, helping to calm his surging blood and qi.

Ying Zheng's breathing gradually calmed down, but his gaze remained cold and sharp.

"So Hu Hai succeeded to the throne?" His voice was very low.

"Hu Hai succeeded to the throne, becoming Qin Er Shi." Qin Tian's voice was devoid of any emotion. "But after he ascended the throne, he was nothing more than a puppet in Zhao Gao's hands, indulging in wine and women all day long and neglecting state affairs."

"He killed Fusu, Meng Tian, ​​and Meng Yi. Twelve princes were beheaded on the streets of Xianyang, and ten princesses were subjected to the cruel torture of being torn apart. Ziying's remonstrances were ignored. After the royal family was almost wiped out, he went on a massacre of meritorious officials and veteran generals. Even Li Si was eventually beheaded at the waist by Zhao Gao at the vegetable market in Xianyang, and his entire clan was exterminated. He didn't even have the chance to beg for a dog to leave through the east gate of Shangcai."

Ying Zheng's body swayed suddenly, as if he had been punched in the chest.

"What did you say? Twelve princes and ten princesses?"

Qin Tian calmly met Ying Zheng's gaze, reiterating the cruel reality once again:

"Twelve princes were beheaded in the streets of Xianyang, their blood staining the execution ground red. Ten princesses were executed by dismemberment, their bodies incomplete, buried in the wasteland of Du County. Zheng Ge, you have no heir!"

Ying Zheng stood frozen in place, seemingly having lost all his strength, unable even to utter a curse.

That was his child, the bloodline that would continue the Qin Dynasty for thousands of generations, and the heir to the vast empire he had conquered.

No matter how many sons or daughters he has, they are all his flesh and blood.

Hu Hai was not a beast who had no relation to him. Hu Hai was also his son, his youngest son, and his most beloved son!

To secure his throne, Hu Hai killed all his brothers and sisters.

He, Ying Zheng, had no heir.

This chilling thought, like a sharp knife, pierced deeply into Ying Zheng's heart.

"Hu Hai, Zhao Gao!!"

"Brother Zheng, calm down."

Ying Zheng's chest was still heaving violently, and his bloodshot eyes were staring at Qin Tian, ​​the flames burning in his eyes still undiminished.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he looked like a caged beast with nowhere to vent his rage.

"This is what actually happened in history."

Qin Tian looked into Ying Zheng's eyes, his gaze as calm as an autumn pool, without a ripple.

"Now, I'm here."

"None of this has happened yet."

The moment the last sentence was uttered, Ying Zheng's body trembled violently.

The tremor wasn't large, but it felt like a thunderbolt cleaving through the chaos of anger that filled his mind.

It hasn't happened yet.

These words were like a sharp blade, slicing those bloody images—Zhao Gao's alteration of the imperial edict, Hu Hai's brutal killing of his brothers, the stench of rotting food concealed by abalone, the princes beheaded on the streets of Xianyang, and the princess's incomplete corpse in the wasteland of Du County—from his mind, piece by piece.

It hasn't happened yet.

He, Ying Zheng, is still alive.

He did not die in the sand dunes.

Those things haven't happened yet.

Zhao Gao was still standing outside his carriage, riding his horse obediently like a loyal dog.

Hu Hai remained seated in the back car, quietly being his obedient son.

Fusu was still alive in Shangjun, the 300,000-strong army was still in Meng Tian's hands, and the Qin empire was still intact in his palm.

Nothing happened.

Everything can change.

Ying Zheng's breathing gradually calmed down, and his bloodshot eyes slowly closed, only to reopen a few breaths later.

When he opened his eyes again, the previous ferocity was gone, replaced by a sharper edge.

He didn't speak, but simply turned his head slightly and glanced at the rapidly receding fields outside the car window.

Outside the window, the fields on both sides of the highway stretched as far as the eye could see, with golden millet swaying gently in the summer breeze, like a golden ocean.

Smoke curls from the chimneys of distant villages, farmers work in the fields, and children play at the village entrance.

Everything was so calm and peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

Indeed, nothing happened.

Ying Zheng slowly exhaled a long breath, as if he were expelling all the pent-up frustration that had been building up in his chest for over twenty years.

He turned his head, his gaze returning to Qin Tian's face.

He still has countless questions to ask.

Zhao Gao altered the imperial edict, killed Fusu, and installed Huhai as emperor. Then what?

What did Hu Hai do after he became emperor?

What did Zhao Gao do after that?

How did the Qin Dynasty gradually slip away from his hands?

Who were those who rebelled?

Where did it come from?

"Grand Preceptor, please continue. What happened next? What did Zhao Gao do? What did Hu Hai do? How did the Qin Dynasty... gradually reach that point?"

When he asked, "How did the Qin Dynasty gradually reach that point?", he paused slightly.

For someone like him who considered the entire world as his own, admitting that his empire was headed for destruction was an extremely painful thing.

But he was not one to avoid pain. On the contrary, the more pain he felt, the more clearly he wanted to see that pain, just as he would never close his eyes to avoid the blade on the battlefield.

He wanted to hear with his own ears how his empire was destroyed.

He wanted to see with his own eyes what the man who destroyed his empire had done.

Only then will he know how to rewrite the ending.