In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

"Your Majesty, I heard you—Your Majesty!" Zhao Gao was terrified the moment he saw the First Emperor.

The First Emperor's face was deathly pale, and irregular bulges appeared on his body. Combined with his pale face, he looked ferocious and terrifying, almost like a living person.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?!" Zhao Gao rushed over and supported the swaying First Emperor, his face covered in a fine layer of cold sweat from fright.

The First Emperor was too preoccupied to answer Zhao Gao's questions; the intense pain throughout his body rendered him immobile and unable to speak.

What on earth went wrong?!

It's magic, it's magic that's causing the pain!

It's a magic circuit! It's the magic I borrowed from the Epang Palace that's causing this pain!

The First Emperor gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open, staring at the top of the chariot, his whole body trembling violently, drenched in sweat.

Zhao Gao helped the First Emperor lie down, quickly climbed out of the carriage, and shouted, "Imperial physician! Imperial physician! Imperial physician, come quickly!"

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The First Emperor was still painfully pondering—why is the magic circuit hurting! Is there something wrong with my methods?!

Clearly, Chao Di is fine!

"Haa—uh—ah—ah ah ah ah—" The First Emperor couldn't help but groan, but he had to stop because it caused him even more pain.

In his agony, the First Emperor felt his consciousness drifting away from him.

I vaguely heard Zhao Gao summon the imperial physician, but...

The First Emperor closed his eyes and fainted.

......

Half a day later.

"Ugh—" The First Emperor suddenly sat up, breathing heavily.

Weak, weak.

A deep-seated weakness.

The magic circuits in my body were still throbbing, and I felt a soreness and weakness throughout my limbs.

What exactly happened?

The First Emperor looked at his trembling hands and thought in a panic.

"Your Majesty...?" Zhao Gao's hesitant and weak voice came from the side.

Turning his head, the First Emperor saw Zhao Gao, Meng Yi, the imperial physician, and a large group of other officials kneeling in the carriage, all looking up at him with worried expressions.

"...Get up, all of you. I'm fine." The First Emperor pondered for a moment, then sighed. "Perhaps I'm just tired from the long journey. It's nothing."

The imperial physician seemed to want to say something, but seeing the First Emperor's intimidating gaze, he lowered his head again.

Where are we now?

"Your Majesty, we have already crossed the river," Zhao Gao said, kneeling on the ground.

"..." The First Emperor gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing.

I need to get back to Xianyang as soon as possible and stay at the Epang Palace to recuperate!

"Keep going, hurry back to Xianyang!"

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Chapter 847 The Tragedy of the First Emperor

Life is never smooth sailing; most things don't go as planned, which is the main theme of life.

Although he desperately wanted to return to Xianyang as soon as possible and use the various mysterious instruments in the Epang Palace to adjust the magical circuits in his body, the First Emperor's health continued to decline day by day.

As the carriage slowly traveled westward, the First Emperor, his eyes vacant, was being examined by the imperial physician, but an idea involuntarily arose in his mind.

My time is almost up.

No matter how optimistic he was, the feeling of weakness in his body grew stronger day by day. If this continued, he would not be able to make it to Xianyang at all, and he would die of exhaustion in no time at all.

The First Emperor was not afraid of death.

He just couldn't bear to die.

Isn't it a waste to squander such precious time on death?

I also want to make the Qin Dynasty stronger! More consolidated! I want to control the world beyond the Central Plains! I want the whole world to bow down and submit! I want—

"Cough cough cough-"

A cough interrupted the First Emperor's thoughts, pulling his weakened soul back to reality from his fantasies.

He's going to die.

Pain, weakness, weakness...

Setting aside illusions, one must naturally consider some realistic matters.

That is... if he were to pass away, who would take the helm of the vast territory of the Qin Dynasty?

To be honest, none of his sons were to his liking. The one he found most agreeable among his descendants was his grandson, Ziying, the eldest son of Prince Fusu.

However, passing the throne to one's grandson instead of one's son is against the rules, and Ziying is still young, his tender shoulders are absolutely incapable of shouldering such a vast empire.

Therefore, I still need to choose a suitable candidate from among my sons.

Fusu... Fusu won't do. This child is too honest, too honest to the extreme. His nature is only suited to maintaining the status quo. If I die, the Qin Dynasty will definitely experience great turmoil. Those villains who have been hiding because of my power will definitely show their faces and want to tear a piece of flesh from Qin. Fusu... I'm afraid he won't be able to survive this period of turmoil.

What about the others?

Gongzi Gao? He resembles Fusu, but is even less so.

Gongzi Jianglu? He's too mediocre, lacks popularity, and is born out of wedlock.

Prince Huhai? He's too young to tell what kind of person he is yet, so he's unreliable.

Although the First Emperor was physically weak, his mind was very clear, and he was not afraid at all.

He was just a little sad.

What kind of people are these sons?!

I've leveled up quite a few accounts myself, but how come they're all mediocre? Forget about SSRs, you could at least have one SR!

Oh, there's an SR character, Fusu, who's barely a decent choice, but he's clearly not suitable for the current situation. Going against the meta will get him destroyed.

Despair filled the First Emperor's eyes.

Oh my god... what do I do now...?

The key point is that he didn't expect to suddenly fall ill, and to be so seriously ill... if a magic circuit malfunction counts as an illness.

His hand trembled slightly, as if he had touched something.

As if remembering something, the First Emperor reached for his waist, took something out, and held it up to his eyes.

This is the direction of knowledge.

"Ugh......"

The First Emperor sighed.

"This time, it's my turn..."

Gently turning Zhi Xiang's head, watching the wings move due to the mechanism, the First Emperor's jaw trembled slightly.

He suddenly remembered the young man he had met in Kuaiji County by Taihu Lake, the savior who had once lay beneath the Qin King's palace, and... those few moments when he could laugh.

Inside the cabin in the snow, there was another mechanical bird, and it was also...

"This karmic entanglement... I... am ultimately reluctant to end it..."

Holding the Zhi Xiang to his chest, the First Emperor involuntarily felt his eyes welling up with tears.

Forcing himself to sit up, after a moment's thought, the First Emperor called out, "Meng Yi!"

A commotion arose outside the carriage, and soon a burly figure entered the carriage and knelt on one knee before the First Emperor.

"His Majesty!"

The First Emperor looked at Meng Yi but did not speak immediately, seemingly wanting to take a few more glances.

Meng Yi was the second son of the Meng family in this generation. His elder brother, Meng Tian, ​​was fighting against the Xiongnu as Fusu's deputy general at the Great Wall in the north.

They are the sons of Meng Wu.

Meng Wu was an important pawn in Ying Zheng's conquest of the world. He once served as Wang Jian's deputy general and together they dealt with the most troublesome Chu state, forcing the Chu general Xiang Yan to commit suicide. After Meng Wu's death, his two sons were also very outstanding. Meng Tian guarded the northern border, while Meng Yi followed him as a bodyguard to protect his safety and was able to keep in touch with Fusu at any time.

He brought along personnel from both of the two princes with the highest prestige in the court. He brought Meng Yi to Fusu's side and Zhao Gao to Huhai's side, so that no matter what happened, both sides could get the news.

"I have a task for you now." After looking at Meng Yi for a while, seemingly reminiscing about his glorious past, the First Emperor smiled, shook his head, and spoke.

The Fairy Tree Romance

"Your subject is willing to give your life!" Meng Yi did not raise his head, but knelt there, tears welling up in his eyes.

The Meng family had served as generals in the Qin state for generations, and they had contributed to the conquest of this vast land. Now, the powerful ruler who led them to conquer the world was in such a weak state. How could Meng Yi not be heartbroken and in pain?

"this."

The First Emperor opened his arms.

Meng Yi raised his head and looked at the First Emperor's palm.

"Your Majesty, this is not..."

Looking at the mechanical bird Zhi Xiang in the First Emperor's palm, Meng Yi said blankly.

"This bird is named Zhixiang." The First Emperor wasn't overly stern, but simply looked at Zhixiang and said slowly, "This creature holds great significance for me, but now..."

The First Emperor placed Zhi Xiang in the hands of Meng Yi.

"Your Majesty, this is going to..."

"You deliver it for me." The First Emperor rested his hands on his seat, looking at Meng Yi with a cold expression.

"Send it to Taihu Lake, send it to Kuaiji, send it into the hands of the Xiang family." The First Emperor looked directly into Meng Yi's eyes. "That is, the Xiang family, which your Meng family drove over there."