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

Zhao Gao knelt there, silently shedding tears.

The First Emperor's finger twitched slightly, as if he had been startled awake.

Blinking his dry eyes, the First Emperor exhaled a breath of stale air with a sigh.

"Zhao Gao, I... I'm afraid I can't hold on much longer." The First Emperor's voice was hoarse, as if it had rusted, and it was hard to hear the domineering aura that once filled the world, or the arrogance that once roamed the land.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... please stop, Your Majesty..." Zhao Gao slightly raised his head, revealing his old face covered in tears. "You won't die, you absolutely won't die..."

"Let me... finish what I have to say." The First Emperor turned his head and looked at the old minister who had pulled his chariot for several years, his eyes shining with a light that seemed eternal.

Zhao Gao was startled by the light and instinctively lowered his head again.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to return to Xianyang. In order to ensure that... my Central Plains remains unshakable after I leave, I need to do something... something that I should have done a long time ago."

The First Emperor turned his head back and stared blankly upwards.

A glint flashed in Zhao Gao's eyes, but the First Emperor could not see that dangerous light.

"Imperial Physician, you may leave."

As the First Emperor spoke, the trembling imperial physician knelt and withdrew.

"Zhao Gao..." The First Emperor's voice became more authoritative, "Write the imperial edict."

The First Emperor was about to issue the final edict of his glorious life.

That is, the will.

The extremely weak First Emperor somehow found a surge of strength and sat up from the extravagantly large dragon-framed chair, supporting himself with his hands, his eyes still gleaming with ferocity.

Zhao Gao responded, and Yin Yan sat down beside him, picked up paper and pen, and lowered his head, not daring to look at the First Emperor.

The First Emperor's distant gaze did not linger on Zhao Gao, but rather passed through the carriage, as if he were looking at the entire world.

Demon-Suppressing Museum

His voice was strong and clear, as if he were telling a long-ago story, recounting how he rose step by step from a destitute nobleman imprisoned in the capital to become the First Emperor of Qin, who reigned supreme over the world.

This is a grand journey, a glorious journey, a precious journey that cannot be repeated.

This was the first true unification of the vast land of the Central Plains, a great achievement unprecedented in history. From then on, no matter where any villain dared to call himself emperor, Ying Zheng would always be the "First Emperor".

The first emperor!

The First Emperor, whose achievements surpassed those of the Three Sovereigns and whose virtue was superior to that of the Five Emperors!

Such a great achievement, such a great achievement—!

!

"puff--"

The First Emperor stared blankly at the splash of bright red on the ground, and then absentmindedly wiped the corner of his mouth.

The blood on his palm seemed like a sharp knife piercing the First Emperor's heart, as if mocking him.

The First Emperor simply smiled and waved his hand dismissively.

Death? Fear of death?

How could I possibly be afraid of death?

Nothing in this world has the right to make me fear; on the contrary, everything should fear me!

I am the only one! Even in death, I will remain the only one!

As he spoke, the First Emperor felt a wave of weakness wash over him again.

He calmly considered the matter for a moment, then looked intently at Zhao Gao.

"He appealed to Fusu in the north, entrusted Meng Tian with military affairs, and held a funeral in Xianyang."

Zhao Gao's body trembled slightly for a moment.

“Establish the position of Prince Fusu as Crown Prince.”

He still chose Fusu.

Even maintaining the status quo is better than making a mess of things. Among the short ones, the tallest one has to be Fusu.

Zhao Gao dared not disobey, but trembled slightly as he wrote down every word of the First Emperor's words on the imperial edict.

After writing those words, Zhao Gao, covered in cold sweat, raised his head and met the First Emperor's eyes, which, even in death, exuded unparalleled power. He was so frightened that his whole body stiffened.

The First Emperor stared at Zhao Gao silently for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing his gaze, accompanied by a feeling of weakness.

"Zhao Gao..."

"Your Majesty!?"

Zhao Gao, seeing the First Emperor suddenly fall to one side, was so frightened that he scrambled over and helped the emperor up.

However, the First Emperor wore a smile on his face.

A smile that seemed to hold lingering satisfaction.

"My time has come..."

Zhao Gao's tears flowed uncontrollably, and he had no idea what to say.

"...Help me out."

"I...do not want to die in this carriage."

Zhao Gao wanted to offer some advice, but he could sense the First Emperor's weakness.

Zhao Gao slowly nodded, then helped the First Emperor to his feet.

The emperor and his minister stepped down from the carriage, looking at the sand dunes, the Central Plains, and the world.

The First Emperor suddenly released Zhao Gao and, with his last strength, raised one of his hands high.

It was as if he wanted to grasp the distant sky in his hands, and even at the end of his life, he wanted to express his attitude.

I am the overlord! I am the one who conquers the world and all things!

......

The seventh month of the thirty-seventh year of the First Emperor's reign was the day of Bingyin.

Qin Shi Huang, the first emperor of the Qin Dynasty, died in Shaqiu.

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Chapter 850 Unwarranted Ambition

Meng Yi held Zhi Xiang in one hand while urging his horse to gallop along the riverbank.

It's in that direction... it doesn't seem too far...

However, this should be... Mount Kuaiji?

The Kuaiji that Your Majesty is referring to is not Kuaiji City... but Kuaiji Mountain?

Click!

Suddenly, the mechanical bird made a sound.

Meng Yi looked down and was startled.

The mechanical bird had turned its head away at some point, no longer pointing out directions, but instead looking at him with seemingly knowing eyes.

Meng Yi couldn't help but stop.

The mechanical bird gradually revealed its form, its small body constantly turning and transforming, and in just a few seconds it transformed from a small and exquisite mechanical bird into a large steel bird with the wingspan of a person.

The large bird flapped its wings, circled, and nodded its head toward Meng Yi.

"You mean... you want me to leave?" Meng Yi asked incredulously.

An even more incredible thing happened: the iron bird understood Meng Yi's words and nodded.

Meng Yi fell silent, pondered for a long time, and then pursed his lips.

"Go, fly to where you belong." He grabbed the horse's reins, looked at the incredible iron bird, and gave the horse a nudge.

In that case, my task is complete.

...Hurry back and report to the Emperor...Your Majesty...please make sure he is safe and sound...

The large bird watched Meng Yi's retreating figure until it was completely out of sight before flapping its wings and soaring high into the air, heading towards Mount Kuaiji.

......

The three Xiang siblings were grilling fish by the river, chatting about everyday matters as they grilled.

The sun has now set in the west, and a hint of twilight has appeared on the horizon. The sweltering summer has finally brought a precious touch of coolness.

"When are we going back? After we finish eating the fish?" Xiang Jing asked listlessly, poking at the firewood with a stick.

Suddenly, he heard a sound.

...Is that the sound of the wind?

He looked up, but saw nothing.

Losing an eye didn't hinder his life in any way; on the contrary, it allowed him to see more clearly. Moreover, he gained the right to perceive more, to hear more, and to smell more.

"Strange, everything is fine... Huh?"

"You and Xiao Si go back, I'm not going back. I plan to wander around outside a bit more. I already told Uncle about it." Xiang An was checking if the fish was cooked enough when he looked up and saw Xiang Jing staring blankly. He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Third brother, what's wrong?"

"Second Brother...look what's that?" Xiang Jing pointed upwards to the rock face of Kuaiji Mountain.

Xiang An and Zi Juan looked in the direction Xiang Jing pointed.

A strange, large bird stood on a withered branch extending from the rock face, its wings folded as it looked down.

To be precise, it should be looking at Xiang An.

For some reason, Xiang An could sense that the bird was watching him.

"Wow, it's so big! It feels like it's as tall as Third Brother with its wings spread!" Zijuan exclaimed in amazement.

Xiang Jing is sixteen years old this year, and his height is a little over 1.7 meters. He is shorter than Xiang Yu and Xiang An, but he is still tall enough.