National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Before she finished her words, Su Mohui fell back into reality from her dream. The tattoo on the back of her neck was so hot that it almost burned her skin.

On the bamboo slips on her desk, the corners of the "East China Sea Cruise Map" she had drawn before falling asleep were dampened by the night dew. Next to the mark on the map, "Xu Fu's fleet must pass through the reef," the system had added a new line of small words: "Zhao Gao will present the 'immortal medicine' at 3:30 pm, but it is actually a slow-acting poison."

Su Mohui stood up and sat in front of the bronze mirror to put on her makeup, but suddenly she chuckled. The bronze mirror in front of her was affected by the power of national destiny, and at this moment it was reflecting the residual image of her dream on her temples.

On the Great Wall, when Ying Zheng unfolded the map, the light was falling somewhere in the Far East Sea, where she used cinnabar to draw a black bird with its wings flapping.

Outside the window, the morning star is twinkling in the eastern sky.

Su Mohui touched the warm Qin Wang Sword in her sleeve, and suddenly heard the long-lost system prompt sound:

[Ding Dong: Detected historical anchor point deviation of 47%, Zhao Gao's survival timeline begins correction—]

She curled her lips into a smile and lowered her head to look at her wrist, where the emperor's fingerprints were still left.

At three quarters past three in the morning, the Xianyang Palace was immersed in the blue-gray morning mist, and the copper bells on the eaves rang softly in the draft.

Su Mohui sat in front of the bronze ice mirror to wash her hands. Then she raised her hand and brushed her fingertips across the raised coiled dragon patterns on the ice mirror. The coolness from the thousand-year-old jade mixed with the lingering night dew in the corridor, forming a strange overlap with the hot palm temperature of Ying Zheng when he held the sword in her dream.

The mini Qin Wang Sword in her sleeve suddenly vibrated violently, and the Taotie pattern on the hilt emitted a faint blue light, resonating with the thirty-one light golden ring patterns behind her ear and making a buzzing sound - this was a high-level danger warning issued by the system.

At daybreak, a palace maid came hurriedly to report that rumors were spreading in Xianyang City. The silk book "There are immortals in Penglai" spread throughout the streets and alleys, making Ying Zheng furious.

"Eunuch, His Majesty has moved to the Xuanshi Hall and asked me to call you over." The new palace maid knelt timidly on the ground, her cicada-wing-like skirt brushing against the blue bricks, and the crooked white magnolia hairpin in her hair swayed slightly with the trembling.

Su Mohui's pupils shrank slightly. This was the secret code of "Poisoning Day" agreed upon by Zhao Gao's forces - the hairpin head was facing right, concealing murderous intent.

She calmly stroked the gilded and silver belt hook at her waist. With a slight sound of the mechanism, three crossbow needles tempered with the poison she had once refined, called Drunken Immortal Powder, had already slipped into her sleeve.

The bronze door of the Xuanshi Hall slowly opened with a creaking sound, and thirty-six connected lamp trees simultaneously burst out with dazzling white light. Candle wax meandered down the coiled snake pattern lamp posts and condensed into dark red scabs on the ground.

Ying Zheng leaned against a black jade table with dragon patterns, with all twelve tassels of his crown abnormally tied up, revealing the dark circles under his eyes.

The bamboo slips that the emperor reviewed last night were scattered on the ground. On the "Edict Seeking Immortality" whose ink had not yet dried, the word "Penglai" was repeatedly traced in red with cinnabar, almost piercing the bamboo slips.

Meanwhile, below the steps, Zhao Gao's official robes with python patterns rustled in the draft. His hands, holding the jade tray, trembled like a sieve. The wax seal on the medicine bottle on the tray bore the black snake totem that Su Mohui had seen in her dream.

It was the "Hundred Days Burning Heart Powder" prepared with the juice of poisonous insects from southern Xinjiang. When first taken, it could make a person as light as a swallow, but after a hundred days, all the internal organs would turn into blood.

As Zhao Gao moved forward with a hunched back, Su Mohui keenly caught sight of the rhino horn key hidden in his sleeve. The word "Zhao" engraved on the handle of the key was exactly the same as the inscription on the dagger that stabbed Ying Zheng in the seventh reincarnation.

"Present the map." Ying Zheng had been worried since he woke up from his dream. His voice was hoarse like sand and gravel, echoing in the empty Xuanshi Hall.

Su Mohui stepped forward and spread out the "East China Sea Map" which still smelled of ink on the desk. After just a moment, she saw that next to the coastline outlined with wolf hair last night, there was a cinnabar annotation.

She looked at the words "Send Xu Fu to lead a hundred ships and 30,000 soldiers" and her fingertips trembled slightly.

The powerful brushstrokes were clearly written by Ying Zheng himself! The black bird totem glowed eerily red in the candlelight, as if about to flap its wings and burst through the silk.

As Su Mohui continued to present the silk book containing future prophecies with both hands, the air in the hall suddenly froze.

Zhao Gao's eyes were shifty, but he suddenly let out a strange cry, and his hand holding the jade bottle twitched violently. With the crisp sound of the amethyst bottle falling to the ground, purple powder rose up like a poisonous mist, snaking into ferocious snakes in the cracks between the blue bricks.

"Yan Chan San! Your Majesty, be careful!" Su Mohui kicked towards Zhao Gao with her toes, and the Dongzhu hairpin made a messy sound.

She had tasted this deadly poison, which could gradually cause a person to lose their voice, in her seventh reincarnation. The excruciating pain of the ulcer at the root of her tongue was still deeply etched in her memory.

"Bitch slave!" Ying Zheng's furious roar made the crown tassels dance wildly, and the cold light of the unsheathed Tai'a sword illuminated the entire hall.

Su Mohui seized this opportunity and fired three crossbow needles from his sleeves like meteors through the air. Two of them pierced Zhao Gao's wrist's "Shaohai" acupoint, and the third shot directly at the bronze clepsydra in the corner of the hall.

Then, there was a slight "click" sound, and the ear-reporting divine mechanism hidden inside was shattered, and countless tiny copper pieces scattered like raindrops.

Zhao Gao screamed, falling to his knees. His sleeves, embroidered with golden cloud patterns, slipped off, revealing a poisoned dagger. The pitch-black blade glowed with a cold blue light, and the tiny "Zhao" on the hilt perfectly matched the memories she had from her dreams and reincarnation.

Su Mohui picked up a piece of broken jade and brushed her fingertips over the remaining purple powder. A familiar fishy sweetness filled her nose. "Your Majesty, this medicine will corrode your throat and heart within seven days."

Ying Zheng stared at Zhao Gao's distorted face, his eyes swirling with fury. Suddenly, the emperor sneered, his voice as cold as an icy blade: "So, a eunuch like you has been spying on my daily life!"

"Come, drag this worthless slave away and execute him by the chariot!" He waved his hand, and the soldiers outside the palace poured in like a tide. Su Mohui noticed that the general leading the charge was none other than Meng Tian's personal guard, whom she had so highly recommended in the Great Wall defense map. The tiger head and mouth on the general's armor were identical to the emblem of the Meng family army that she remembered.

When Zhao Gao was dragged out of the palace, Su Mohui looked at the mess on the ground and suddenly felt the chip of national destiny on the back of her neck getting hot.

The system interface flickered on the retina, and the prompt sound [Ding Dong: Congratulations to the host, Zhao Gao's survival timeline is being corrected] exploded in the mind.

After a long time, Ying Zheng threw the silk book heavily on the dragon table, and the two words "Hu Hai" were circled red with cinnabar.

Ying Zheng suddenly stood up and personally tied Su Mohui's black cloak on her. The tassels of the crown brushed her brows. "From now on, you will be the Imperial Censor of the Great Qin, holding this imperial axe."

The coiled dragon pattern on the jade scepter he handed over perfectly matched the dark pattern on her sleeves. "Three days later, I will accompany Meng Tian to inspect Jiuyuan County. If Fusu is indeed as you said..."

Su Mohui knew what Ying Zheng didn't say.

When the morning bell rang at nine o'clock outside the palace, Su Mohui left with the jade scepter in her hand. She found that the palace servants were cleaning up the fragments of the jade bottle of "immortal medicine" left by Zhao Gao outside the palace. The fragments had been replaced with a wooden tablet engraved with the word "Wo" at some point.