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

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Chapter 929 The Death of Qin Er Shi

The rumors circulating outside had little to do with the internal affairs of the Chu army.

Although Xiang Yu's decision was bloody, it was out of necessity and the only way to deal with those prisoners.

Xiang An and Zijuan both agreed to this decision.

Two hundred thousand Qin soldiers needed money for food, drink, and shelter, and these soldiers were utterly incapable of providing any beneficial response to the Chu army. Furthermore, they couldn't be let go, and persuading them to surrender was impossible.

At this point, killing became the only option.

With the biggest obstacle gone, Xiang Yu's Chu army could finally officially advance westward and engage in a race against time with Liu Ji.

......

At this moment, Xianyang was already starting to panic.

Three months have passed since the Battle of Zhangshui, and in these three months, the Wuguan and Hanguan routes have been reporting a series of victories.

Liu Jijun marched along the Dan River and had already entered Wuguan Pass, while Xiang Yu's army was also at the foot of Hangu Pass. The Qin army was poorly defended, and it seemed that Xiang Yu's army was about to break through Hangu Pass and wreak havoc in Guanzhong.

"Grand Tutor, Grand Tutor, now—what should we do now..." Hu Hai was completely panicked. He hunched over and leaned close to Zhao Gao, asking tremblingly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please—please take a moment to think, please let me think..." Zhao Gao wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Although he said he would think of a solution, what solutions could Zhao Gao possibly have?

He's adept at cunning and deceit, but utterly inept at governing and securing the country; now he's going to lead an army into war...

"In short, first, send a document to Liu Ji." He summoned a young eunuch and, bypassing Hu Hai, directly ordered, "Persuade Liu Ji to surrender. Say that I am willing to share Guanzhong with him, only asking that he join my Qin army at Tongguan to fight against Xiang Yu."

Hu Hai was completely stunned: "Grand Tutor!? This is absolutely impossible, Grand Tutor!"

"This is my Great Qin!? How could you share my Great Qin with others!?" he exclaimed, and then moved a distance away from Zhao Gao.

Zhao Gao was also somewhat irritated by Hu Hai's shrill voice.

He stood up, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, this is no longer your Great Qin."

Looking at the twenty-four-year-old Hu Hai, Zhao Gao spoke slowly.

"...What?" Hu Hai froze on the spot, looking at Zhao Gao's familiar yet aged face, as if struck by lightning.

Zhao Gao did not answer again, but simply flicked his sleeves and walked out of the hall.

"Grand Tutor!" Hu Hai's eyes widened, and he was about to chase after him when a person suddenly darted out from the entrance of the main hall and stopped him.

"Your Majesty, it would be best if you did not leave this hall."

Hu Hai turned around and took a closer look.

"...Yan Le?"

He was quite familiar with this man. When he was having fun in the palace, he would often invite some ministers to drink together. Yan Le was one of them. He was Zhao Gao's son-in-law and held a high position of power.

But now, the smiles he wore while drinking are gone.

A terrible thought arose in Hu Hai's mind.

"Now, I, Yan Le, stand still, slowly draw the long sword from my waist, and point it at Hu Hai. I beg Your Majesty to die."

Upon hearing this, Hu Hai's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

The air fell silent.

Hu Hai wasn't stupid; he just didn't like to use his brain. By now, he must have realized what had happened.

He's already trapped with no way out.

Yan Le is the magistrate of Chengyang, a person who truly controls military power. His presence here proves one thing.

That means the entire Qin palace is now in Zhao Gao's hands.

"I once forced my elder brother to his death... Is this retribution...?" He murmured, looking at the end of his robe.

He looked up at his main hall, where numerous soldiers had suddenly appeared and surrounded the entire hall.

He couldn't help but look at the trembling eunuch standing beside him, and suddenly sprang up and grabbed the eunuch by the collar.

"You knew, didn't you!? You absolutely knew everything that scoundrel Zhao Gao was planning, didn't you!?" His eyes were bloodshot, like a furious lion, and he spat in the little eunuch's face. "Why didn't you tell me!? Why didn't you tell me—!?"

"I'll kill you—I'll kill you—I'll exterminate your entire family—!"

! ”

Hu Hai cursed and roared, while the young eunuch trembled and dared not answer.

Yan Le stood at a distance, holding his long sword, watching Hu Hai's struggles and madness with a sneer.

Hu Hai cursed for a long time, until his mouth was dry. Finally, he released the little eunuch's collar, took a step back, his body trembling violently, angry and at a loss.

He wanted to speak up, to try and bribe Yan Le, in order to escape this predicament.

But the young eunuch spoke up.

His voice was soft, yet it was deafening in the otherwise quiet hall.

"Your Majesty, the reason I've survived until now is because I've kept quiet."

"If I had said those words, it wouldn't have been Lord Zhao Gao who killed me... but Your Majesty..."

Hu Hai was stunned.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the young eunuch.

The young eunuch kept his eyes down, his nose down, his mouth down, and his mind at ease, and remained silent, simply standing there.

Hu Hai laughed.

The laughter was self-deprecating, yet also sorrowful.

"Ah... so that's how it is..."

"It seems I can't bribe you, Yan Le." He seemed to have lost all his strength, walked to the wall, reached out his hand, took down the long sword hanging on the wall, and had a blank smile on his face.

Yan Le didn't say anything, he just smiled.

"Don't be so smug, Yan Le." Hu Hai turned around, slowly drew his longsword, and placed it against his neck.

His smile, however, made Yan Le lose his composure.

It was a smile of enlightenment, and also a smile of madness.

"It's me now, but one day it will be your turn, and it will be that old bastard of your father-in-law's turn!" he said with a fierce laugh. "It's destiny!"

"This is destiny!"

! ”

After saying this, Hu Hai slit his own throat with all his might, causing a spray of blood to erupt in mid-air.

The expectation and madness in his eyes gradually turned to ashes.

Peng.

Blood gradually seeped from the corpse, staining the luxurious carpet on the ground red.

Yan Le remained standing there, holding his sword blankly, staring at Hu Hai's corpse lying on the ground, his eyes glaring angrily.

"My lord, we..." The guard beside him felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Hu Hai, and couldn't help but ask.

Yan Le remained silent for a moment, then chuckled.

"As my father-in-law instructed, prepare the Emperor's body for burial."

Yan Le sheathed his sword and turned away.

"The rest can be left to Lord Zhao Gao."

As Yan Le descended the steps, the lingering images in his mind caused a faint stinging pain to his soul.

Is it now, that Hu Hai is the emperor...?

He understood what Zhao Gao was thinking.

It means ascending the throne.

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Chapter 930 The Death of Zhao Gao

The news that Qin Er Shi and Ying Huhai had died did not cause much of a stir in the Qin palace.

Those familiar with the Qin Palace know that Hu Hai has become a complete parasite, a parasite living on the Qin Dynasty, and the person manipulating this parasite is Zhao Gao.

Just as Zhao Gao was busily trying to prevent the news of Qin Er Shi's death from spreading and was actually preparing to ascend the throne, Liu Ji, who was about to reach the gates of Lantian, received a document from Zhao Gao.

"Persuade him to surrender?" Liu Ji's face showed a sneer. He did not react immediately, but looked at his generals and confidants.

Fan Hui wore a disdainful expression, while Zhang Liang and Li Shiqi exchanged a smile.

His laughter was very sarcastic.

Liu Ji threw the document on the ground and looked at the Qin Dynasty envoy, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

"Go back and tell that old dog Zhao Gao that we're going to attack Lantian tomorrow!" Liu Ji looked at Fan Hui, raised his head, and said, "Fan Hui, see the guest out!"

"Alright!" Fan Hui didn't hesitate, jumping up from his seat and kicking the envoy out of Liu Ji's command tent.

The messenger was sent flying, crashing into a wooden post and spitting out a mouthful of blood. However, he dared not say a word, gathered up his belongings, grabbed the reins of his horse, and quickly left.

"Persuade me to surrender? Do you think I, Liu Ji, am a fool?" Liu Ji shook his head, a cold smile still on his face.

Liu Ji picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and a cold excitement shone in his eyes.

"Attack the city tomorrow!"

Lantian cannot surrender.

Therefore, attack the city!