The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Hai suddenly raised his hand and signaled the imperial guards behind him to take action immediately.

At this critical moment, Tu You, who was standing nearby, suddenly stepped forward and said in a loud voice, "Your Highness, please be patient. Although His Majesty's health is currently poor and his life is hanging by a thread, if you rashly kill Yu Heng before he passes away, I am afraid it will chill the hearts of the people and damage your prestige and reputation."

Upon hearing this, Hu Hai frowned tightly and stared at Tu You, as if he wanted to see some clues from the other's face.

After a long while, he nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Well, what you said makes sense. Then let's spare this old fellow's life for now. Come on, throw this ignorant fellow into jail, and after I officially ascend the throne, I will deal with him properly!"

The imperial guards who received the order rushed forward like wolves and tigers and firmly grasped Yu Heng who was struggling desperately.

Yu Heng struggled to twist his body, trying to break free. He turned his head and looked at the First Emperor lying on the sickbed with a face full of grief and anger, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Your Majesty! I am useless! I can no longer serve you!"

However, no matter how he cried and begged, he was eventually dragged out of the side hall mercilessly.

Although the First Emperor was dying at this moment, when he saw Yu Heng being taken away, a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes.

That light contained both unwillingness to accept fate and helplessness in being powerless.

Unfortunately, this emperor who once dominated the world is now at the end of his life and can no longer change what is happening before his eyes.

Seeing Yu Heng disappear from his sight, Hu Hai's expression finally eased a little.

He waved his hand gently, signaling Tu You to lead the guards out of the hall.

After everyone left, only Hu Hai and the sickbed-bound Qin Shi Huang were left in the huge palace.

Hu Hai took a deep breath, trying to calm his complicated emotions, then walked slowly to the bed of the First Emperor with heavy steps.

He stared quietly at the pale and bloodless face of the First Emperor and his thin and wood-like body, feeling mixed emotions.

Although he had always longed to ascend the throne, when the moment really came, facing his biological father who was about to die, he still found it difficult to remain completely indifferent.

"Father, why are you always so partial? This kind of unfairness has always accompanied me since I was a child." Hu Hai's voice, full of resentment and sadness, kept echoing in this empty and lonely hall, and even had a faint tremor that was difficult to suppress.

At this moment, his originally clear and bright eyes were filled with deep pain and endless disappointment.

When the First Emperor, who was lying on his sickbed, heard Hu Hai's words, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably several times.

At the same time, the corners of his mouth began to twitch slightly, clearly shaken to the core. He opened his mouth, but in the end, no sound came out.

Hu Hai's rage grew stronger, so he continued to shout, "Is Fusu the only one in your eyes? What do we, the other princes and princesses, mean to you? Back then, when Fusu was just born, he was respected by all the civil and military officials in the court. Even the most famous scholars in the world came to serve as his teachers, teaching him with great care and concern. But what about me? What do I get?"

At this point, Hu Hai became more and more excited, and his voice became louder and louder, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances and dissatisfaction that had been accumulated in his heart for many years.

As Hu Hai spoke, he shook his head vigorously, his face full of despair.

He stared at the First Emperor with his eyes wide open, gritting his teeth as he said, "And that so-called Zhao Gao? He's nothing but a shrewd man who only knows how to memorize laws! How dare he claim to be so knowledgeable and learned? It's pure nonsense! How dare such an androgynous eunuch be qualified to be the teacher of my great son, the Prince of Qin? Isn't this the greatest ridicule in the world?"

Hu Hai stepped forward and grabbed the First Emperor's clothes, and said in a deep voice: "So, I will not accept my fate, I also want to ascend the throne." His hands tightly grasped the corner of the First Emperor's clothes, as if that was his last hope.

The First Emperor was lying on his sickbed, his body trembling slightly, and a trace of helplessness and sadness flashed in his eyes.

Hu Hai stood aside with a mocking smile like a poisonous snake on his lips.

"Father, you are totally wrong. Just because you are like an indecisive coward and have been hesitant to appoint a crown prince, and because you believe in immortality like a foolish child, haha, this gave me an opportunity, an opportunity to ascend the throne. Wait, father, you will not be alone on the road to the underworld. Fusu and my brothers and sisters will soon go to the underworld to accompany you, haha..."

Hu Hai's creepy laughter echoed in the hall, as if the evil ghost from hell was laughing wildly, with a chill that could freeze a person's soul.

The First Emperor raised his hand with difficulty. His hand was trembling like a candle in the wind. He wanted to say something, but his voice was as weak and hoarse as a mosquito or fly, as if it would be blown away by the wind in the next moment.

"Hai'er, you..."

Hu Hai interrupted him mercilessly, "Enough, father! You are no longer qualified to teach me a lesson." His eyes were filled with indifference like ice and determination like rock.

The First Emperor's lips moved slightly, as if he were about to say something, but in the end, like a flower drained of its life force, they closed helplessly. His gaze slowly shifted to the window, where a darkness as black as ink appeared, as if it were the product of his endless despair.

Hu Hai turned and left the side hall. His footsteps were as loud as drumbeats in the silent hall, and every step seemed to be stepping on the broken heart of the First Emperor.

The First Emperor lay quietly on his sickbed, his breathing growing weaker and weaker, like a candle about to go out, ready to be swallowed by darkness at any moment.

In the dim firelight, the First Emperor's figure looked particularly forlorn. His face was covered in wrinkles, each one like a trace of time, telling of the vicissitudes of his life. His eyes revealed endless fatigue and despair, as if he had seen through everything in the world.

There was dead silence in the side hall, with only the faint breathing of the First Emperor and the sound of Hu Hai's departing footsteps.

This is a sad and helpless scene, as if foreshadowing the end of an era.

Hu Hai walked out of the side hall. He took a deep breath and tried to calm the surging emotions in his heart.

The night breeze gently brushed across Hu Hai's face, bringing a little coolness, but it could not cool his burning heart.

After calming down a little, Hu Hai turned around and looked towards the side hall where the First Emperor was.

Then he turned and walked towards Changle Palace.

At this moment, Tu You, who had been following Hu Hai closely, could not help but speak up: "Your Highness, you must be careful of Zhao Gao, Feng Quji and others! Especially Zhao Gao, this man has evil intentions and is treacherous and cunning. You must be on guard against him!"

Hearing this, Hu Hai paused for a moment, but soon continued to move forward. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a somewhat disdainful smile.

"Zhao Gao? Humph! He's just a servant by my side. How much trouble can he stir up? One day, I will make them realize clearly who is the true master of this great Qin world!"

Hu Hai's voice was not loud, but it revealed confidence.

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