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

This thumb-sized place is not even enough to fill a gap in the territory of the Qin Dynasty. If it were not for the censor's advice, he would have changed the name of this place to Dongcun!

In the court meeting room, surveying officers, accompanying court judges, "censors", "rectors", "ministers of honor", "officials of regular service" and other officials of all ranks were waiting below, waiting for the emperor on the high platform to stamp the jade seal on a series of laws.

When Ying Zheng raised his hand, picked up the jade seal on his right, and pressed it heavily on the unfolded decree, the bamboo slips of the Qin Code placed on the desk shook slightly. The strict and complete laws recorded on them were about to take root in this new land.

Government decrees were passed down like snowflakes: according to the "Law on the Appointment of Officials", counties were established and officials were selected. The selected capable officials had to pass the "General Law" examination and be familiar with the imperial laws and decrees.

The "Cangjie Pian" was promulgated to promote Qin seal script, and the circulation of indigenous languages ​​was strictly prohibited. Even sacrifices and prayers had to be conducted in the elegant language of the Great Qin. Every character carried the unity of civilization.

The governing philosophy of "people are the foundation of the country" was engraved on the boundary markers. These boundary markers were carved from Lantian jade. Every word and sentence demonstrated the majesty and ambition of the empire, and also contained profound thoughts on governing the world.

When the last boundary marker engraved with "Dong County" was erected on the coast, the tide overflowed the base of the marker, erasing all traces of the past.

As the sun sets, the Xuanniao battle flag flutters on the top of the city wall. The Xuanniao totem has symbolized the gods of the East since ancient times, but now it has become the spiritual symbol of the Qin Empire.

The former Japanese island of Japan has been completely integrated into the glorious territory of the Qin Dynasty, becoming a new page in the long scroll of history.

And in the more distant time and space, these words engraved on bamboo slips and stone tablets will pass through thousands of years and become precious codes for future generations to explore the Qin civilization, telling the magnificent epic of the rise and expansion of an empire.

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The returning ship cut through the waves. Ying Zheng leaned on the bronze couch in the cabin, his fingertips gently stroking the tassel of the Tai'a sword.

The forearm burned by fire during the Eastern Expedition was wrapped in a silk cloth soaked in medicine, but dark red lines still spread across the wound.

Those were the traces left by the backlash of internal energy during days of fierce fighting.

Su Mohui stood in the makeshift alchemy room, watching the medicinal juice bubbling in the bronze alchemy furnace. She hadn't added cinnabar, lead, or mercury, but rather Ganoderma lucidum collected from Lingnan, mermaid tears from the East China Sea, and thousand-year-old ginseng stored in the system space.

"This medicine won't make you immortal," she said as she refined the elixir, "but it can strengthen your bones and muscles, and to a certain extent, extend your life by ten years."

What was wrong with this charming ancestor? She simply wanted to live longer, to reduce war in future generations. Su Mohui hadn't concealed her identity; even after Ying Zheng established the laws for East County, she had already confessed her origins.

For a moment, the fragrance of herbs filled the entire alchemy room.

"Sir, you said this elixir can extend my life by ten years?" Ying Zheng suddenly spoke, his eyes sweeping over the thirty rings behind Su Mohui's ears. "If I could live another twenty years, I would definitely fly the flag of the Great Qin everywhere the sun and moon shine!"

His voice was low, but it could not hide the sharpness in his eyes. It seemed that the yellow sand of the Western Regions, the miasma of Lingnan, and even more distant lands that the Qin cavalry had never set foot on had already appeared before his eyes.

Su Mohui handed the jade bottle to him. The word "Yan Nian" was written in cinnabar on the bottle, which corresponded to the position of the Big Dipper. "Your Majesty, do you know that when Xu Fu sailed east, he was not looking for elixirs, but for fertile land overseas?"

She watched as Ying Zheng tilted his head back and drank the elixir, his Adam's apple rolling as the liquid shimmered strangely in the moonlight. "True immortality lies in ensuring that the system of the Qin Dynasty is passed down like living water, so that the people will always remember your majesty's benevolent rule."

Ying Zheng suddenly chuckled, rubbing the lines on the jade bottle with his fingertips: "Sir, you always like to say something profound."

He looked out of the cabin. Amidst the surging waves, a school of dolphins were chasing the fleet, their silver-blue dorsal fins drawing graceful arcs in the moonlight. "But... I think you're much more interesting than those alchemists."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clutched his chest, his crown tassels shaking with a violent cough. Su Mohui hurried forward, placing her palm on his back, the power of national destiny seeping through her fingertips. "Your Majesty, you forcefully activated the power of national destiny on the battlefield, and the hidden injury has damaged your heart meridian."

There was a hint of heartache in her voice. My charming old ancestor... "You must rest for half a year before you can fight again."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, his eyes fixed on Su Mohui's sleeves. "You came from a thousand years later, so you should know where I will end up." His tone was understated, yet it concealed an unquestionable majesty. "Will I be buried in the underground palace of the Mausoleum of Mount Li, or..."

Su Mohui avoided his gaze and looked at the waves rolling over the side of the boat. Those endings that had long been predetermined in history books now seemed like a mirage in her eyes.

After more than thirty cycles of disturbance, the history of the Qin Dynasty had long deviated from its original track.

"Your Majesty's mausoleum will be an underground Great Qin Empire." She finally spoke, slowly saying, "The craftsmen will follow the blueprint of your dream and cast thousands of terracotta warriors, so that your majesty will be preserved forever underground."

As Su Mohui spoke, she suddenly remembered the Lishan Mausoleum recorded in history books.

But at this moment, the drainage system of the underground palace has been rebuilt according to her drawings, the array of terracotta warriors and horses has been added with female soldiers holding crossbows, and even the eternal lamps in the underground palace have been replaced with the mermaid cream she improved.

Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow. "That sounds quite impressive." He suddenly stood up, walked to the hatch, and gazed at the looming coastline in the distance. "But I'd like to know, in your time, did any people remember my name?"

Su Mohui was stunned——

She thought of the history books she had read in her reincarnation. The evaluations of Qin Shi Huang were mixed, but they could never erase his achievements in unifying the six kingdoms and laying the foundation of China.

"Your Majesty's name will be celebrated for generations to come," she whispered. "Especially when the rest and bathing system allows the people to rest and recuperate, and when women can also pick up pens and swords, your name will be engraved in the hearts of every citizen of the Great Qin."

The sea breeze lifted Ying Zheng's black cloak. He suddenly turned around, a rare tenderness in his eyes: "Then let me heal my wounds first, and then go conquer the Baiyue in Lingnan."

He patted Su Mohui's shoulder and said, "When I come back, I want to see what kind of heroines this 'women's military academy' you mentioned can cultivate."

The horn of the tower ship sounded, startling a flock of seabirds.

Su Mohui looked at Ying Zheng's back as he walked towards the deck. Although his steps were steady, there was still a subtle stagger.

The system's prompt sound suddenly rang in her mind——

[Ding Dong: Congratulations to the host, the historical figure's lifespan has been corrected. Ying Zheng's remaining lifespan has been increased to 15 years.]

She knew that these fifteen years were enough for the Qin Dynasty's iron hoofs to step on more distant lands, and enough for the seeds sown in reincarnation to grow into towering trees in reality.