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

Then, to Liu Ji's shocked yet knowing gaze, Qin San Shi Ziying... knelt down.

The Qin minister in black robes behind him also knelt down.

Even after kneeling, they continued to move forward, wriggling, followed by two carriages carrying Ziying's wife and daughters, who were bound and gagged.

Wearing white mourning robes, kneeling and crawling...

This is a gesture of surrender.

Tears streamed from Ziying's eyes, dripping onto the ground and staining his white robe. Ziying gritted his teeth, his hand holding the wooden tray trembling uncontrollably.

Humiliation, sorrow, pain, resentment.

But this was Ziying's only means to save the last breath of the Qin Dynasty.

Liu Ji glanced at Zhang Liangli and Shi Qi, then at Fan Hui, Peng Yue, and Ren Ao, and nodded.

But they found that everyone's faces were filled with sighs.

Even they, as enemies, felt sorrow.

Absolutely tragic.

Liu Bang dismounted, glanced at Zhang Liang, signaling him to take control of the army, and then walked alone toward Qin III... no, Qin Prince Ziying.

The Qin Dynasty had only two emperors: Qin Shi Huang, who unified the country, and Qin Er Shi, who squandered his family's legacy.

Ying Ziying...did not declare himself emperor.

Therefore, he was simply the King of Qin, Prince Ziying of Qin.

Ziying lowered his head, and although Liu Ji was a thousand meters away from him, he could clearly hear Liu Ji's footsteps.

That wasn't footsteps.

That was the sound of bells.

Sweat and tears streamed down Ziying's face and dripped onto the ground, but he could not make a sound, and the ground was already soaked.

The wooden plate in his hands felt incredibly heavy, yet Ziying had to support it.

This is the last time the Great Qin will possess these things.

Liu Ji had already walked up to Ziying.

His first action was to pick up the luxurious cloth covering the wooden tray, casually toss it on the ground, and examine the truly precious thing hidden beneath it.

Those are the imperial seal and the military tally.

Ziying looked at Liu Ji's shoes and the cloth that Liu Ji had thrown aside, and felt his heart clench with pain.

What was lost was not just the cloth, but the dignity of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Liu Ji did not reach out to touch the jade seal and military tally. Instead, he grabbed Ziying's arm and helped him up.

Ziying stood up, but still kept his head down.

"Qin III?"

"King of Qin."

Liu Ji nodded, raised his hands, but still did not take the jade seal and military tally; he simply crossed his arms.

He glanced at the puddle on the ground, then at Ziying's teary eyes, and couldn't help but purse his lips.

Liu Ji circled Ziying several times, scrutinizing her the whole time, while Ziying remained silent.

"Qin, are you willing to surrender?" After circling around three times, Liu Ji stopped, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Ziying.

“…I am willing to surrender.” Ziying raised his eyes and finally met Liu Ji’s gaze.

After a long while, Liu Ji grinned and, as if snatching something from the wooden tray, took the imperial seal and military tally.

Then he turned around and roared at his troops.

"Let's go into town!"

......

The Qin dynasty fell.

The Qin dynasty fell the moment Ziying went out to present the seal of office.

Zhao Gao and Hu Hai squandered the foundation built up by the previous Qin rulers over hundreds of years in just three years.

Everything has its end, but the end of the Qin Dynasty, the former hegemon of the Central Plains, seems... so absurd and laughable.

I wonder if the First Emperor, looking at all this from the sand dunes, let out an eternal sigh.

What a pity.

Sigh... At this point, it's fate.

He gained the world, and he lost the world.

The hope of passing down the legacy for generations is ultimately just a pipe dream.

Those who are still alive will eventually have to move forward.

......

It was an existence, seemingly hidden deep within some place, attached to something, as if it had sensed something.

In that empty place, only two mournful sobs could be heard, and then everything returned to calm.

Keep going down your own path, keep doing what you believe in.

I had already made all the arrangements for that crisis that could destroy the world.

But now, it's far too early for me to appear.

Everything... is not the right time yet.

We will meet eventually.

My dearest friend.

Our sons.

Silence continued, as if nothing had happened.

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Chapter 932 Xiang Yu Breaks Through the Pass and Enters Guanzhong

"Is this the legendary Epang Palace?"

At this moment, Liu Ji was strolling leisurely through the Qin Palace. He looked up at the tall and magnificent palace and asked the people around him.

Ziying lowered his head and nodded: "Yes, this is the Epang Palace built by my grandfather."

He walked behind Liu Ji, like a servant.

"Whoa..."

The Qin Palace was already magnificent, but under the extravagance and debauchery of Hu Hai and Zhao Gao over the past three years, it became even more luxurious.

Ironically, this very extravagance is the reason why the Qin Dynasty has ended up in such a state.

"I'll give my soldiers a welcome feast and a banquet to celebrate their journey. I'll host a banquet for all the generals." He sighed, knowing that Ziying had had a tough time. He patted Ziying on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, at least I won't kill you or touch your family records."

After a long silence, Ziying nodded and did as Liu Ji asked.

Zhang Liang, Li Shiqi, Xiao He, and the others stood behind Liu Ji, watching Ziying's desolate figure, and couldn't help but click their tongues in disapproval.

"A king who lost his country..."

Ziying's body jolted suddenly, and he stood still, taking several seconds to recover.

Then he walked away to arrange for people to prepare what Liu Ji needed.

Liu Ji didn't mind. He laughed and grabbed the shoulders of his old buddies: "Come on, let's try the wine that the First Emperor drank today!"

His gaze fixed on one spot.

He had stood in that place before, but his status was not that of a great general of Western Chu, but that of an ordinary laborer.

He looked up at the First Emperor standing on the high place and said, "Alas, a true man should be like this."

So, can I stand in this position too...?

......

While Liu Ji was holding a grand banquet in the Qin Palace to reward his army of 100,000 men, on the other side, in Tongguan...

Xiang Yu had just captured Tongguan and completely entered Guanzhong.

Along the way, he collected grain and supplies, reorganized various roving troops, and replenished his own strength. Now, the size of his army is comparable to that of the Qin army north of the Huan River.

That is, 400,000.

But even with this mighty army of 400,000, one fact remains unchanged.

Xiang Yu lost his bet with Liu Ji.

Liu Ji has already conquered Xianyang and destroyed Qin, let alone Guanzhong, while Xiang Yu has only just entered Guanzhong.

"Brother, what do we do now?" Zijuan asked Xiang Yu, frowning as she sat on the high place.

"Just proceed according to the original plan." Xiang Yu waved his hand. "You, Third Brother, can personally deliver the letter. That way, even if the other side makes trouble, you can escape unscathed."

"Big brother, I—" Xiang An glared and was about to stand up, but felt discomfort in his chest and sat back down.

Xiang Yu looked at Xiang An expressionlessly: "You should just focus on recovering from your injuries."

He shook his head and patted his chest. His condition was not much better than Xiang An's, but he hadn't been exercising much, so it wasn't showing.

"Second Brother..." Zijuan looked worried and walked to Xiang An's side. "You should go back to your tent and rest first. I'll go and hunt some doves or pheasants for you to eat."

"No need, don't bother, I appreciate your kindness." Xiang An waved his hand, looking into Zi Juan's eyes, "By the way, Xiao Si, how's your brother's situation?"

Zijuan's face stiffened for a moment, she hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed before sitting down next to Xiang An.

"he's gone."

"Gone? Went back to Liu Ji's side?" Xiang An asked, somewhat surprised.