I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

As the two chatted, Ying Zheng took the portrait from the eunuch Pushe and unfolded it casually.

As the scroll slowly unfolded, Ying Zheng's originally calm face became increasingly gloomy.

He grabbed the scroll, opened it completely, and stared at the portrait inside, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Before they knew it, the entire hall had become quiet.

Su Jinyue silently retracted the chopsticks that were reaching for the plate, not daring to continue.

what happened?

What's going on?

Oh my god, why did Daddy’s face suddenly become so grumpy?

It's so cold in the hall, it's really creepy...

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Su Jinyue watched the hot soup in front of her gradually cool down, blinking her eyes and continuing to act like a coward.

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"Where is he?"

"Your Majesty, there are two men imprisoned in the prison: an old man and a young man."

Su Jinyue was startled by the sudden voice of the black-armored guard.

When did this big brother come into the temple?

Such a low sense of presence?

The majestic voice sounded again, "Bring it up."

The black-armored guard took the order and left.

The eunuch Pushe carefully called the waiter over, removed the food from the table, and replaced it with hot tea and snacks.

The furious father saw Su Jinyue's cautious movements and took the time to say something caring.

"Make some hot soup for the Imperial Master."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will arrange it right away."

Su Jinyue smiled sweetly at Ying Zheng.

The other party frowned and ignored her.

Just ignore her, it won’t prevent her from drinking hot soup.

“Slurp, slurp~”

The sound of Su Jinyue drinking soup could be heard in the hall.

The atmosphere in the hall, which had become stagnant due to Ying Zheng's anger, gradually eased.

"I didn't expect it to be him..."

There was doubt, anger at being betrayed, and a hint of powerlessness in the whispers.

Su Jinyue was puzzled, "Who? Father, have you seen him too?"

"I've seen it before."

Ying Zheng sighed and gritted his teeth again, "That's my mentor!"

"what?"

Su Jinyue was stunned.

Isn’t Haodadie’s mentor a member of the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty?

That old man?

"When I was young, I met two mentors. One was Ji Hao, and the other was him, the master of strategy, He Zhui."

With a self-deprecating laugh, he continued, "The position of Grand Marshal is left undecided because it is reserved for him."

This is a bit hurtful.

She thought the position of Taiwei was empty because the big dad was too controlling and didn't want others to interfere.

Come to think of it, if you really don't want anyone to touch the military power, just don't set it up.

What a great honor it is to be awarded the golden seal and purple medal.

It can be seen how this person gained Ying Zheng's trust.

In the silence, the clear chirping of birds was suddenly heard, and two figures, one old and one young, appeared at the door of the hall.

He Zhui shook his arms and waved away Zhishou who was supporting him. He frowned slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with his gradually weakening body, but his eyes became sharp in an instant when they met the figure inside the door.

Although his plain robe was old, it was washed clean and tidy. He walked slowly into the hall with a slightly hunched body.

Ying Zheng waved his hand, and the eunuch Pushe hurriedly led his men out of the hall. He stood at the door of the hall, looking around vigilantly.

The snow had not yet completely dispersed, and wisps of cool wind blew into the towering hall, colliding with the fire in the hall, causing the flames to restlessly change direction, adding a hint of hideous and severed aura to this solemn and dignified place.

"Master, you are old."

Ying Zheng looked at He Zhui, whose hair was all white, and felt emotional.

The tall and majestic figure in his childhood has now become old and weak.

He Zhui's eyes instantly became sharp, "Zheng'er, you are becoming more and more promising now."

Another silence fell. This silence seemed to weigh heavily on the hall, so heavy that even the leaping fire seemed afraid to roar.

The two of them were separated by a long distance.

One sitting and one standing.

Looking at each other.

It was as if what separated them was not the space of the hall, but the many cracks and confusions accumulated over the long years.

Ying Zheng was still wearing the black dragon robe, with the exquisite dragon embroidery faintly visible on his body, demonstrating his supreme imperial majesty.

There was deep emotion hidden in his deep eyes, and childhood memories came flooding back like a tide.

The Master in the past was so great, as if he knew everything and could do everything.

But now, I wonder if this old and frail person in front of me can still pick up the bamboo slips?

He spoke slowly, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Master, why? Isn't it good to be my Grand Marshal?"

He Zhui raised his head slightly and looked straight up at Ying Zheng.

"I am just following the will of heaven."

He sighed slightly, a hint of fatigue flashing in his eyes.

"I accepted you in the beginning because it was in accordance with heaven, and the same is true for me leaving you later."

"In my life, I have repeatedly discovered the secrets of heaven and strived to become a modern-day Guiguzi. I never expected that I would fail at the last moment."

At this point, he suddenly looked at Su Jinyue who was standing beside him. "I never expected that a heretic like you would appear. I've never seen such a face like yours before. Who are you?"

Su Jinyue was enjoying the show, but was startled by the sudden roll call.

She turned her head and looked up at her good dad.

Ying Zheng nodded silently.

Su Jinyue understood, lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then raised her eyes again, her eyes filled with determination.

"Do you think that by understanding the secrets of heaven and following the trend, you can stay ahead of the trend and achieve fame?"

There was a smirk in her eyes and her words became sharper.

"But do you know? Your busy life has left no trace in history."

She raised her head and looked at the other person with a look of pity again.

"The Qin Dynasty did indeed fall in its second generation, but people still remember Ying Zheng, recognizing him as the First Emperor. They also remember Xiao Lixi, and even know about Zhao Gao and Li You. But there's not a single word about you. Official histories, unofficial writings, and folk legends all contain no information about you."

"After King Zhou, there is no more Guigu, and you have never appeared in the long river of history."

He Zhui staggered back a step, and Zhi Shou hurried forward to support him.

"Impossible, impossible, how could you know? How could you know?"

He pushed Zhishou away and rushed to Su Jinyue's desk, supporting himself with his hands and staring into Su Jinyue's eyes.

"How do you know? Even if I accomplish nothing, the Qin Dynasty's Grand Marshal will still leave my name in the book!"

"Ha!" Su Jinyue laughed sarcastically, "You're way too confident. Do you really think you've managed to control our father?"

She leaned back and looked at Ying Zheng. When she received an affirmative nod from him, she no longer had any reservations.

"Why do I know this? I'm not afraid to tell you that I came from the afterlife, just to assist our charming ancestor, the Qin Zulong, and help him avoid Xu Fu's poison pill."

When she said this, she got angry and started cursing angrily.

"Do you know where Xu Fu ended up? He poisoned his father, the emperor, and fled to Japan, taking with him countless literary treasures and gold. Two thousand years later, the Japanese pirates there killed 35 million soldiers and civilians from the Central Plains! 35 million! Do you have any idea what that means?"