The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

The next day, Xianyang Royal City.

In the palace, the morning court bell rang slowly, echoing in every corner of the palace.

In the court, ministers dressed in solemn court robes stood neatly on both sides.

Everyone looked solemn, their eyes focused on Yu Heng who was in the center of the hall.

Yu Heng held the imperial edict in his hand and began to read it in a loud voice:

I unified the six kingdoms and built the Great Wall to control the nine provinces, to defend our Great Qin and protect our country.

I unified the six kingdoms and was supreme over the world. I built the Afang Palace to honor my achievements, comfort the people, and nurture the common people.

I unified the six kingdoms, standardized the wheel gauge, the writing system, the weights and measures, and achieved immortal achievements.

However, my illness is getting worse day by day, and I am afraid that I will not live long.

I am thinking of the people of the world and the longevity of the Great Qin, so I specially order Prince Fusu, Meng Tian, ​​Wang Li, Ren Qi, Zhao Tuo and others to return to Xianyang as soon as possible to discuss state affairs.

I hope that you will obey the imperial order after receiving it and not make any mistakes!

Hereby——"

As Yu Heng uttered the last word, silence fell in the court.

A moment later, there was an uproar in the court.

The ministers were whispering to each other and discussing the matter.

Xin Qiliu's face changed slightly, and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He glanced at Zhao Gao, Feng Quji and others.

Zhao Gao remained calm, smiling, with a hint of subtle cunning in his eyes.

Feng Quji's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was dozing off, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Hu Hai's fingers were trembling slightly, showing his inner uneasiness.

At this time, Zhao Gao slowly stepped forward and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty is seriously ill, so it is only natural to summon all the ministers back to Xianyang. There is no need for you to make such a fuss."

Suddenly everyone fell silent.

"Lord Zhao is quite right," a minister echoed. "Your Majesty is seriously ill. The eldest prince and the general should return to Xianyang as soon as possible to discuss state affairs and protect the Qin Empire."

"But this edict came so suddenly, I wonder if it contains..." another minister said worriedly.

"Yes, Your Majesty is seriously ill, why didn't you inform us earlier?" Another minister raised the question.

Everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Gao, hoping that he could give a reasonable explanation.

Zhao Gao smiled faintly and spoke slowly, "My lords, there is no need to worry. Your Majesty is the ruler of the Great Qin. How could his will be false? This edict was issued after careful consideration by Your Majesty. It aims to summon the court officials to discuss state affairs. As your subjects, we should prioritize Your Majesty and refrain from making unwarranted assumptions."

Zhao Gao's words alleviated everyone's doubts a little.

However, Xin Qiliu was still uneasy in his heart. He always felt that there seemed to be some conspiracy hidden in this.

At this time, Fusu, who was far away in southern Xinjiang, was in the tent. When he took the edict from Xianyang, his originally calm face instantly became solemn, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

He sat down slowly. The tent was silent except for Fusu's gentle breathing and the occasional rustling of the curtains in the wind.

Fusu just sat there quietly, holding the edict tightly in his hand, as if it was a rope that determined the direction of his own destiny.

Zhang Ping, who was standing aside, looked anxious. He paced back and forth in the tent, looking at Fusu from time to time.

Finally, unable to suppress his inner worry, he spoke out, "My lord, this trip to Xianyang is fraught with danger! His Majesty is seriously ill, yet he suddenly summons you back to the capital at this time. This is truly alarming, and we must be on guard!"

Zhang Ping's voice trembled slightly, revealing deep worry.

Hearing Zhang Ping's words, Fusu slowly raised his head. His deep eyes looked at Zhang Ping firmly. After a moment's silence, he slowly spoke, "Even if there is suspicion that Zhao Gao and others are forging the imperial edict, as my father's eldest son, I must strictly follow his orders as long as he remains on the throne."

After saying this, Fusu stood up. He first turned his head to look at Zhang Ping, then looked at Li Xin on the other side, and then continued with a serious expression: "The order of the emperor and father is as great as the sky and cannot be disobeyed. Therefore, we should set off as soon as possible and rush to Xianyang. If we really find that there are treacherous villains secretly making trouble and trying to disrupt the order of the court, I, Fusu, will definitely not stand idly by and allow those traitors to act recklessly. Because the country of the Great Qin will never allow these treacherous people to run rampant!"

Zhang Ping stopped, walked to Fusu's side, and said softly, "Young Master, are you aware of the enormous risks involved? Once you enter the gates of Xianyang City, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult to escape unscathed."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Fusu with eyes full of deep concern and heavy worry.

When Fusu heard this, a faint smile appeared on his face.

He gently extended his hand, patted Zhang Ping's broad shoulder, and said in a gentle yet firm tone, "I naturally understand the interests involved. However, as a prince of the Great Qin Empire, it is my mission and responsibility to protect this territory. If there are indeed treacherous and evil people who attempt to disrupt the government and bring disaster to the country and the people, then I will surely stand up and eliminate these disasters for the Great Qin!"

Li Xin, who had been standing by, remained silent. Suddenly, he spoke in a deep voice, "Back then, thanks to Your Majesty's trust in me, I was promoted all the way to where I am today, which has enabled our Li family to achieve its current glory and status. Now, Your Majesty's condition is critical, and your journey to Xianyang is fraught with danger and peril. But please rest assured, as long as I am here, I will protect you, even if it means my own death, and will never let you suffer the slightest harm!"

Li Xin's words were powerful, and every word seemed to hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The atmosphere in the tent was tense and solemn, and everyone's face was filled with worry and uneasiness.

However, Fusu's firmness and determination infected them, and they gradually put aside their worries and prepared to follow Fusu on the journey to Xianyang.

At the same time, on one side of the Xianyang Palace, Hu Hai was staring closely at Zhao Gao's calm and confident look, and couldn't help but feel secretly expectant.

Zhao Gao leaned slightly closer to Hu Hai and whispered in a low voice, "Your Highness, please do not be anxious. I have everything under control. When the eldest son and his men return, we will take action. By then, we will surely succeed and achieve great success!"

Zhao Gao's voice seemed to carry a kind of bewitching power, making Hu Hai's eyes even more fiery.

He clenched his fists tightly, as if he had already seen the moment when he ascended the throne.

In the face of supreme power, most people will lose themselves.

"Teacher, please don't let me down!" There was a hint of urgency in Hu Hai's voice.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I will do my best." An imperceptible cunning light flashed in Zhao Gao's eyes. He knew very well that Hu Hai was eager for power, and he took advantage of it.

Hu Hai nodded and smiled with satisfaction. He turned around and looked into the distance, as if he had seen his future ruling the world.

Zhao Gao stood quietly by, secretly thinking about his next plan.