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

"If you're still alive, come home, brother."

"The third brother doesn't see you often, he doesn't miss you, but..."

I really miss you...

"elder brother......"

......

"Do you think Dad will find out about us?" Zijuan's voice came quietly from the bushes.

"If you continue talking, you might be discovered," Xiang Yu's voice was right beside her.

"Hey! Don't talk! It looks like Uncle is leaving!" Xiang An grinned.

But then they saw Xiang Liang, who had been weeping under the moon, wipe away his tears, stand up, and turn to leave, as if he were going to sleep.

The three siblings breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to stand up and slip away.

"Oh!"

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"Pfft—!"

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"Waaaaah—!"

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Xiang Liang's fists were smoking as he looked at the trembling Zijuan and said through gritted teeth.

"Xiao Si! Get away from those two bastards!"

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Chapter 852 The Mad Zhao Gao, and the Era on the Verge of Collapse

dune.

It was late at night, and everyone except the guards was already asleep.

Except for one person.

That was Zhao Gao.

Although he had decided to alter the last edict left by the First Emperor, Zhao Gao still dared not act rashly.

Before his death, the First Emperor clearly arranged for his son, Fusu, to become the Crown Prince and succeed him as the Second Emperor of Qin, to continue ruling the vast Qin Dynasty.

However, Fusu was not the person behind Zhao Gao. If Fusu became emperor, he would be of no use to Zhao Gao. Moreover, based on Fusu's personality, Zhao Gao felt that he might not even be able to hold the position of Chief of the Imperial Carriage Office for long before he had to retire and return to his hometown.

How could Zhao Gao possibly accept this outcome?

He had been driving the First Emperor's chariot for almost ten years, and he also... had the idea of ​​ruling the world.

Therefore, if he wanted to secure a favorable situation for himself, Fusu absolutely could not become emperor!

His student, Hu Hai, the youngest son of the First Emperor, was the best choice!

But the key issue now is how to get Huhai into that position...

First of all, the imperial edict and the imperial seal were temporarily in his hands, and no one else knew what the edict actually contained. If it weren't for this, Zhao Gao, a mere nobody, wouldn't have dared to do something as audacious as altering the edict.

Secondly, Hu Hai must know about this matter... He seems simple-minded, but he is actually stupid. As long as I talk to him more, I can definitely make him agree in a blissful state.

However... it's not enough for just me and Prince Huhai.

Zhao Gao sat inside the carriage, legs crossed, and frowned as he looked at the First Emperor's body, whose face had turned bluish-gray.

To be honest, even though the First Emperor was now dead, Zhao Gao was still somewhat apprehensive looking at the corpse.

Though the dragon is dead, its power remains.

There are too many people in the court who support Prince Fusu, and the struggles in the harem are said to be extremely bloody. The people behind Fusu have long since cleared the way for him.

Therefore... on our side, we need a powerful figure who can keep things under control to help us win this game.

If they lose and their plan is exposed, Zhao Gao will face certain death, or even being torn apart by five horses.

Although Fusu was benevolent and righteous, Zhao Gao felt that if the First Emperor was involved, Fusu might actually treat him that way.

Although the First Emperor's sons were of varying quality and had very poor relationships with each other, they all greatly admired their father.

In fact, Zhao Gao had already decided who would stand on his side and help him complete this earth-shattering gamble.

Li Si, the Prime Minister of the Qin Dynasty.

Zhao Gao looked at the flickering flames on the platform and forced a smile, as if he were trying to encourage himself.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, his hands trembled slightly as he pulled out two copies of "Emperor Qin Shi Huang's Last Edicts" from his chest.

One part is true, the other is false.

After taking the fake one back, Zhao Gao pursed his lips, took a few heavy breaths, and his jaw trembled violently.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and handed the real imperial edict to the fire, then abruptly turned his head to look at the First Emperor's corpse.

The First Emperor's body still lay there quietly, and it was estimated that it would soon begin to rot and stink, just like any other corpse.

Zhao Gao breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his head back to stare viciously at the burning edict, gradually revealing a maniacal smile.

But he dared not laugh out loud, desperately suppressing his voice, his excitement, and his impulse.

A fragment of the imperial edict, which had not completely burned, lay nearby. Zhao Gao quickly picked it up and, risking burns, placed the small piece back onto the candle flame.

Finally, the real will was completely burned away, turning into a clump of ashes scattered beside the candlestick.

I burned it! I burned it! I really burned the will completely!

Zhao Gao slumped onto the ground of the carriage, laughing silently.

He suddenly sprang to his feet, his bloodshot eyes wide with rage. He carefully collected the ashes from the burned edict into his palm and looked around.

Even ashes! Even ashes! They must not be discovered!

You have to hide, you have to hide, but you can't throw it out, and you can't let anyone see what you're doing!

His gaze lingered on the First Emperor's corpse.

He froze, breathing heavily and rapidly.

He swallowed hard, walked over, pulled open the First Emperor's clothes, and stuffed the clump of black ash into the First Emperor's clothes.

"Your Majesty, hehe... You see, I've been pulling Your Majesty's carriage for many years now. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's just a small favor for me, is that alright? Is that alright?" With a gentle push of his footsteps, Zhao Gao lay down in the carriage, his whole body covered in sweat.

Isn't he afraid?

He was terrified.

But he still wanted to do it.

Zhao Gao, hidden beneath the guise of a calligrapher, the Chief of the Imperial Carriage Office, and a highly skilled martial artist, was a madman, a complete and utter madman.

A cunning madman, a treacherous madman.

He was completely consumed by his inflated lust for power, making decisions that would utterly overturn the entire future.

However, he was completely unaware of his own actions, and was basking in his own self-satisfaction at having made a "brilliant" decision.

No one would ever want to touch or dare to touch the remains of the First Emperor.

Therefore, that is the safest place.

Next, all we need to do is reunite with Huhai, and then deal with that old scoundrel Li Si...

Then I will be able to control the Qin Dynasty through that fool Hu Hai!

Ha ha--

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

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Covering his mouth, Zhao Gao let out a maniacal and ambiguous laugh, but he held it tightly to prevent the sound from leaking out.

He moved his trembling child onto the First Emperor's corpse.

At that time—

Your Majesty, this old minister—

That's the real Qin Er Shi!

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When Meng Yi returned, the sky had fallen.

He and Zhao Gao knelt together before the First Emperor's corpse, looking at the First Emperor's body lying there quietly, and burst into uncontrollable sobs.

Zhao Gao also knelt beside Meng Yi, silently shedding tears as well.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Ahh ...

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"Meng Yi could no longer control himself and started wailing loudly, wanting to rush to the First Emperor's side."

"General Meng!" Zhao Gao was terrified and quickly grabbed Meng Yi from behind.

"Zhao Gao! You scoundrel!" Unexpectedly, Meng Yi slapped Zhao Gao across the face.

Before Zhao Gao could react, he saw Meng Yi stand up, grab his collar, and roar wildly.

"How did you take care of the Emperor?! How did you take care of the Emperor?!!"

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Zhao Gao didn't listen to a single word of his proclamation.

He just stood there, lost in thought.