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

......

On the other side, there was the Hangu Pass.

Xiang Yu has already breached Hangu Pass and is now advancing to Tong Pass.

But he's not in a good mood right now.

According to intelligence gathered by spies, Liu Ji had already reached Lantian, which meant that Liu Ji had entered Guanzhong.

He lost.

"I knew you were out of your mind back then, brother." Xiang An had no intention of saving face for Xiang Yu, but this was a private occasion.

Xiang Yu sat to one side with his arms crossed, remaining silent.

"I don't think it's a big deal. If all else fails, we can just kill Liu Ji." Xiang Jing sat in a corner of the tent, legs crossed, looking every bit like a war profiteer.

Xiang An and Zi Juan both looked at Xiang Yu at the same time, and they both seemed to vaguely agree.

“I still think you, brother, are more suited to be the ruler of the world.” Zijuan said bluntly. Her eyes were sharp as she looked at Xiang Yu with her legs crossed. “That Liu Ji is quite scheming and has a deep mind. I don’t really like people like that.”

"Brother, what do you think?" Xiang An didn't want to hesitate any longer on this matter and looked in Xiang Yu's direction.

The three siblings all focused their attention on Xiang Yu.

Despite their disagreements, Xiang Yu remained the backbone of the four siblings and the undisputed number one choice for the position of "ruler of the world" in the hearts of the other three.

Although Xiang Yu and Liu Ji's sworn brotherhood seemed incredibly foolish to Xiang An, Xiang Jing, and Zi Juan at the time, Xiang Yu actually held a view that the three siblings agreed upon.

King Huai was no longer suitable to be the ruler of the world, so even if Xiang Yu gained control of the world, he did not intend to let Xiong Xin take that position.

Ultimately, Xiong Xin was still a puppet supported by the Xiang family. Even if Xiang Liang died, it was no longer his place to give orders. Now that he had exhausted Xiang Yu's patience, he was naturally no longer of any use.

The fact that the feudal lords knelt and crawled on their knees at the gate of the camp was proof of Xiang Yu's prestige; there was no need for a king above Xiang Yu.

Meanwhile, Xiong Xin, far away in Xutai, must have already realized this and is filled with regret.

Xiang An and Zi Juan, who were once friends with him, may not necessarily stand by his side now.

Some things, once done, come at a price.

"Let's test Liu Ji's magnanimity." Xiang Yu raised his head slightly. Although he didn't say it explicitly, his gaze towards Xiang An was meaningful, but Xiang An simply ignored it.

Shaking his head, Xiang Yu no longer cared about Xiang An's actions and continued, "Let's test his magnanimity. If he can truly withstand the test, what's wrong with handing over the Central Plains to him?"

The three siblings exchanged glances, their expressions varied, but they ultimately nodded.

"If Liu Ji gets scared, I'll go after him myself." Xiang An snorted and rubbed his chest.

The wound is still hurting, it's so annoying.

......

The following morning.

The Epang Palace, during court sessions.

Zhao Gao, dressed in a black and yellow dragon robe, stood on a high position, looking down at his ministers.

The ministers, however, simply lowered their heads, staring at their toes, and not one of them spoke.

Zhao Gao frowned, his mood slowly sinking.

"What's wrong? Have you all become mute?" he said, his voice laced with suppressed anger.

Still, no one answered.

Zhao Gao looked at the Qin ministers, then suddenly stamped his foot and sighed.

He took off his dragon robe, threw it on the ground, stomped on it, and left cursing.

He has come to realize a fact.

He can't be emperor.

No matter how high his position or how great his power, it couldn't change the fact that he was a treacherous villain who was hated by both heaven and man, and that he was the very villain who drove his master, the emperor, to his death.

The remaining Qin officials, no matter how submissive they were, had no desire to kneel before someone like him and shout "Long live the Emperor!"

He doesn't deserve it.

Zhao Gao knew he was unworthy, but he would never give up until he tried.

Fortunately, he had already prepared a backup plan.

That is, Ying Ziying, the eldest son of the First Emperor, who was forced to commit suicide at the foot of the Great Wall by the First Emperor himself shortly after his death, and who was originally supposed to become the son of Prince Fusu of the Second Emperor of Qin.

Zhao Gao wanted to emulate Hu Hai by making him king, and once again create a puppet for himself.

"Ziying, you—pfft—"

Pushing open the door to enter the main hall where Ziying was imprisoned, Zhao Gao was greeted only by a cold glint in his eyes.

He couldn't believe it and looked down again.

A long spear had already deeply penetrated his abdomen.

He shakily raised his head and saw Ziying's hateful and angry eyes.

"I—" He spat out a mouthful of blood, as if he wanted to say something.

"You dog slave—prepare to die!"

With his eyes bloodshot and tears streaming down his face, Ziying roared and forcefully pulled out his spear. Then, with all his might, he thrust it at Zhao Gao once more.

puff-

The spear pierced Zhao Gao's chest cavity.

Zhao Gao's eyes suddenly lost their light, his chin trembled slightly, and he fell weakly to the side.

Ziying looked down at Zhao Gao's fallen body, tears streaming down his face.

This is the greatest sinner who brought the Qin Dynasty to this point, and the most deserving villain to die.

After killing Zhao Gao, Ziying only felt sorrow.

"Father, Imperial Grandfather..."

Kneeling towards the north, towards the Great Wall, Ziying wept bitterly, unable to control himself.

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Chapter 931 The Fall of Qin

"Your Majesty..." The young eunuch who had been by Huhai's side that day was still alive, and now he naturally followed Ziying's side, covered in sweat.

"Shut up!" Ziying glared at the servant, who immediately knelt on the ground.

Ziying looked at the little eunuch lying on the ground and sighed.

"Don't call me Emperor anymore."

"Call me... Your Majesty." Ziying's eyes were filled with sorrow, and although it was humiliating, he still said it.

The young eunuch knelt on the ground, not daring to utter a word.

Ziying didn't care. He just kept walking forward, a self-deprecating and sad smile on his face.

"To think that my Great Qin Dynasty, with its centuries-old foundation... such wealth, such power, has ended up like this..."

"Eunuch Li, do you think I want to declare myself king?"

He sat down on the stool, picked up the golden crown in front of him that had once been worn by the First Emperor Ying Zheng and also by the Second Emperor Ying Huhai, and his expression was sorrowful.

"Qin... his fate is sealed..."

His fingers brushed against the crown, and before he knew it, they were wet with tears.

He wiped his tears with his sleeve, only to hear a hurried report.

"Report—"

"Your Majesty, Liu Jijun's army is already at the city gates!"

Upon hearing the word "report," Ziying closed his eyes in anguish.

"Eunuch Li...bring me my white robe."

"Your Majesty..." The little eunuch lay on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Ziying.

"Go quickly." Ziying patted the table and urged.

......

Liu Ji did not immediately attack the city.

Because there was no one left at the gates of Xianyang.

After capturing Lantian, he did not delay and arrived in Xianyang City without stopping.

Now, he has some vague suspicions.

Suddenly, the magnificent city gates were open, and inside, crowds thronged.

Before long, a young man in white robes stepped out from the front.

He was holding a wooden plate in his hands.

A luxurious cloth covered the wooden tray, and there seemed to be something underneath.

Zhao Gao, mounted on horseback, looked at the young man and narrowed his eyes.

“That is…?” Liu Ji turned his head and asked Zhang Liang.

“That’s Ziying.” Zhang Liang was well-informed and naturally recognized the prince of Qin, “Ziying, the eldest son of Fusu.”

“Or we could call him…Qin III.” Zhang Liang seemed to have a guess, and gave Liu Ji a meaningful look.

Liu Ji nodded and let out a long breath through his nose.

Following behind Ziying was a group of Qin Dynasty officials dressed in black robes.

For three years, Zhao Gao persecuted loyal officials, and only a few veteran ministers remained.

The crown worn on Ziying's head was not the ninth-class crown worn by emperors, but still the crown of a prince.