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

Su Jinyue looked towards the center of the hall with her hair standing on end in anger. She pointed her hand at her good father and prostrated herself on the ground as if her body had no bones.

"You! Rebellious son!"

As Ying Zheng shouted, Su Jinyue lowered her body even lower.

"Why don't you speak?"

Su Jinyue: "My mouth is bitter and I don't want to speak."

Ying Zheng, who was at the top, became even more furious. "Rebellious son, come, drag him away!"

"Father, I am no longer suffering, ah~"

This time, the guards did not receive any signal from His Majesty to stop, so they could only keep a straight face and continue dragging the third princess.

The guard who was dragging his left arm secretly winked at the others, "Slow down, slower. You, the one on your right, why are you lifting your foot? Just drag the ground and walk slowly."

Before they could form a tacit understanding, Su Jinyue let out a howl.

"Father, if you drag it on, you won't be executed. My dear father! Father!"

Ying Zheng was so angry that he almost laughed. He stretched out his hand to wave away the guards, pointed at Su Jinyue who was crying, and yelled at her with a look of disappointment.

"Oh, you weren't very strong-willed just now, you were quite stubborn, and now you're acting like a child again."

Su Jinyue refused to listen and continued to play tricks, "Father, I was wrong. I will never again ask you to slow down the construction of the imperial mausoleum."

"You still dare to say that, huh?"

Before Ying Zheng could finish his majestic "hmm", Su Jinyue had already lowered her head and acted like a quail.

The cause of this incident was actually caused by the Shaofu Ling Cai Yan.

With the completion of "Baiyujing", all that is left is the interior decoration before it can be put into operation;

Meanwhile, the construction progress of the Great Qin Academy has been slowed down due to its recent fame.

The cementation of Xianyang streets is also progressing in full swing and at a rapid pace.

The accumulation of these massive projects created an emergency: the supply of cement was running out and was totally insufficient!

At that time, the raw materials for cement had to be collected and transported manually, and the subsequent processing required a lot of manpower.

The labor dispatch and management involved here are not something that Cai Yan, the Minister of the Imperial Household, can easily interfere with.

So, this clever old man secretly found the third princess and sought her help.

So, the stubborn Su Jinyue begged her good father in a shameless way, hoping that he could transfer some manpower from the labor of building the imperial mausoleum to get cement.

Who is Ying Zheng?

The heart is filled with domineering spirit, and the ambition is displayed to the world.

He stood there, a born king, enough to make everyone submit.

For such an ambitious monarch, who would dare to say a word about the affairs of his imperial mausoleum?

No one even dares to mention the hypothesis about what happened after his death. Otherwise, how could there be a situation in history where there was no crown prince?

Throughout the dynasties, the crown prince was appointed to stabilize the country. Don’t the ministers understand this?

I understand, but no one dares to mention it easily.

What's more, now that Ying Zheng knows that his early death will lead to the collapse of the Qin Dynasty, the word "death" has become his Achilles' heel.

Even though he had secretly ordered Zhang Han to dispatch workers to supervise the production of paper.

However, just because he can take the initiative to do it doesn't mean others can do it too.

Anyone who dared to even have such thoughts would be considered a provocation to this emperor who had a strong desire for control.

Sitting on the dragon throne, Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous and deep light shot out from the narrow slits of his eyes. There seemed to be a black vortex spinning in his eyes. He stared dimly at the rebellious woman in the center of the hall who seemed to be about to kneel her whole body into the ground.

The entire hall fell into a stagnation, and you could hear a pin drop.

Su Jinyue's face was pale, her fingers were slightly curled and clenched into fists.

It's over. The progress of the strategy is too low. Daddy is really angry.

Time seemed to have stopped until a majestic voice sounded above her head.

"Get out of here."

Su Jinyue's tense nerves relaxed. She took a deep breath, dragged her weak limbs, and quickly escaped from the hall using her hands and feet.

It's so scary. I almost forgot about my great-grandfather's obsession with immortality. It's a paranoia that's been nailed to the river of time.

Su Jinyue, who had a close encounter with death, hid in the quilt and kept reminding herself not to talk about life and death casually anymore.

And Ying Zheng in the Qinzheng Hall was also having a hard time.

He waved away all the servants in the hall and sat down on the dragon throne with a somewhat lonely look.

It has been a year since the first person from another world arrived.

Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng showed signs of fatigue for the first time.

He was not afraid of the death of the second emperor, he would just strangle all the traitors and rebels.

People like Zhao Gao and Li Si are even more like puppets on the stage, who can be controlled with just the slightest movement of a finger.

Xu Fu was cunning, and Ying Zheng even sneered at him. He didn't even have to put in any effort to make Xu Fu live a life worse than death.

What really bothered him was his own foolish behavior when he was desperate and tried all kinds of treatment.

Today, when Su Jinyue said with a relaxed expression that the construction of the imperial mausoleum should be postponed, he was actually not angry.

What really angered him was not the mobilization of laborers, but the other party's nonchalant attitude towards life and death.

Every word is a naked declaration that birth, old age, sickness and death are beyond human control.

He, Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, will also disappear from the world like all living beings.

At this moment, the obsession with immortality of Qin Shi Huang, the ancestor of China, Ying Zheng, shattered with a crisp sound.

He sat on the dragon throne somewhat dejectedly.

The candle burned out and the lamp oil dripped.

With a "swish", Ying Zheng walked to the Lulu sword and pulled it out.

Even if I am going to die, I will create unparalleled achievements in these few short decades!

"Someone, light the lamp!"

The lights gradually came on and the candles lit up one by one.

Just like that, holding a sharp arrow, he walked step by step towards the dimly lit area, raised his sword to the sky, and swung it down fiercely at the bright moon outside the palace.

At that moment, there seemed to be a sound of breaking through the air.

Two days later, at the northern foot of Mount Li, Zhang Han received another secret order from Xianyang.

This time, nearly half of the workers were to be mobilized to participate in the production of cement.

Zhang Han held the secret order in his hand and looked at the progress chart of the imperial mausoleum on the table, frowning and thinking.

"The heavens are about to change, and the time for Zhang Han to be born is not far away."

At the same time, throughout the entire Qin territory, unknown personnel transfers were being carried out in a tense and orderly manner under the moonlight.

The undercurrent has arrived but no one knows it, only the boatman can see the water marks.

People with delicate minds have already sensed the danger coming from the subtle details.

And, our Su Jinyue is still building up her courage at this moment.

It felt like being suddenly targeted by the gun of a veteran of the ten-year war of resistance against Japan, filled with confusion, shock, fear, and reflection.

In the end, I was in constant fear.

"My son, please don't try to get into my arms. Even your father is not as clingy as you."

Su Ji looked at the back of her head in front of her chest, her face full of helplessness.

Su Jinyue didn't listen. She replied, buried in the softness, rocking back and forth, "Mother, I'm anxious. I want you to sleep with me."

Su Ji took a deep breath and finally chose to endure it. "Then don't move around and go to sleep quickly."

She turned around lightly, leaving her daughter behind, and just as she was about to close her eyes, she felt a warm touch against her back.

"Hey"

As a mother, she always couldn't help but compromise. She turned around and hugged her daughter, just like when she was little, patting her back gently.

"Go to sleep, my son, your mother is here."