The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

Fusu, far away in Jiuyuan, heard about the unrest in the court and was extremely anxious. He knew that if he did not act, the Qin Dynasty would fall into deeper civil strife.

At this time, in the general's mansion in Jiuyuan City.

Meng Tian paced back and forth in the conference room, his steps seemed a little heavy, his brows were furrowed, and his face was full of worry.

Meng Yuan and Meng Yi stood quietly by, their eyes following Meng Tian's figure.

"Now the Hun army is approaching and a war is about to break out. However, Hu Hai and others are extremely cruel. The people inside the pass are boiling with resentment and are living in dire straits. Alas, I, Meng Tian, ​​have failed the grace of Your Majesty before his death!" Meng Tian stopped, looked into the distance, and muttered to himself.

His voice revealed deep remorse and helplessness.

Seeing this, Meng Yi stepped forward and said soothingly, "Brother, don't blame yourself so much. While the current situation is difficult, it's not hopeless. The Xiongnu army is approaching, hoping to exploit the rebellion in Yunzhong. But now, we have quickly pacified Yunzhong, and the Xiongnu dare not start a war."

Meng Tian nodded slightly after hearing Meng Yi's words, but the solemn expression on his face did not lessen. He said, "That being said, our army cannot move rashly at the moment, but we must not ignore the situation inside the pass."

At this moment, a guard came running in and reported: "Report, Prince Fusu wants to see you."

Meng Tian hurriedly said, "Please invite the young master in."

Fusu walked slowly into the conference room. His face was as pale as paper and he looked exhausted.

Every step he took seemed to require immense effort, and his coughing made people worry about his physical condition.

"General, cough cough cough... Now that things have come to this, I want to lead my army back to the court, restore order, and save the people of Qin from this dire straits." Fusu coughed as he spoke. He took a deep breath and barely finished his words.

Meng Tian hurried forward and helped Fusu sit down, with hesitation on his face.

Seeing this, Meng Yi said, "Sir, you are weak now, so you should focus on recuperating. I have a plan in mind, so you can rest assured and recuperate."

Meng Tian knew Fusu's body could not withstand the ordeal, so he quickly said, "Don't worry, my lord. The Meng family has been blessed by Your Majesty for generations. I will restore order and support the foundation of the Qin Dynasty."

His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was making a solemn promise to Fusu.

However, in the more than a year since Hu Hai ascended the throne, his brutal rule has made the people of the world live in dire straits.

In the court, Hu Hai sat high on the dragon throne, looking at the ministers below with a smug look on his face.

There was a kind of indifference and ruthlessness in his eyes that made people shudder.

"Your Majesty, the people are now living in poverty and have no means of survival. I beg Your Majesty to reduce taxes so that the people can have a respite." A minister knelt down and made an advice.

Hu Hai sneered and said, "I built the Afang Palace to demonstrate the majesty of the Great Qin. How can I stop because of the suffering of a few people?"

"Your Majesty, the construction of Afang Palace has consumed a lot of manpower and material resources, and the people can't bear the burden!" Another minister said anxiously.

Hu Hai slammed the dragon throne and shouted angrily, "You useless ministers only know how to plead for the people, but you don't know my grand plan! If anyone else advises me, I will kill them without mercy!"

The ministers were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed, not daring to say anything.

On the construction site of the palace, the laborers were forced to work day and night, their faces full of fatigue and helplessness.

"When will this end?" a laborer muttered to himself while moving stones.

"Alas, who made us born in this troubled times? We can only accept our fate." Another civilian sighed and said.

"I heard that the imperial court has increased taxes again. How are we going to live?" another civilian said worriedly.

"Stop talking and get to work, or you'll get whipped again." The laborer next to him quickly reminded.

Perhaps it was God's will that the gears of fate began to turn, and history quietly returned to its originally predetermined track.

At this moment, Hu Hai, who was in the inner court of the imperial palace, was tired of the endless bickering with the ministers in the court.

Hu Hai leaned back on the dragon throne, his brow furrowed, his face brimming with fatigue. He sighed inwardly, "As the supreme ruler of the vast Qin Empire, I have endured humiliation and indignity for years. Can't I enjoy myself now?"

Once this thought emerged, it spread wildly in Hu Hai's heart like weeds.

Finally, Hu Hai made up his mind not to go to the court to govern the country, but to leave the daily trivial affairs to Zhao Gao, Feng Quji and other ministers to discuss and handle together; only when encountering major matters would he make the decision himself.

One day, Zhao Gao, as usual, bowed before Hu Hai and said flatteringly, "Your Majesty, those ministers are truly ignorant of their own highness. They actually dared to openly defy your holy will. Their crimes are truly heinous!"

Hu Hai nodded slightly, agreeing with Zhao Gao's words. He responded coldly, "Hmph! Master, you understand my heart so well! Such a rebellious person should be severely punished. Killing one serves as a warning to the rest, so that no one will dare to act presumptuously again!"

Hearing Hu Hai's words, Zhao Gao nodded in agreement, saying, "Your Majesty is wise and powerful. This decision is truly far-sighted and will surely ensure the eternal stability of our Great Qin Empire for thousands of generations to come!"

Inside the magnificent harem hall with carved beams and painted buildings.

A group of beautiful women are wearing colorful and gorgeous dance costumes, dancing lightly with their graceful bodies.

At this time, Hu Hai was leaning lazily on a thinly dressed concubine.

I saw one of his hands moving freely up and down the concubine's plump breasts, kneading them gently from time to time, causing the concubine to let out soft moans that she could not help but let out.

The sound of "Ah" is like a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, melodious and graceful, adding a bit of ambiguous atmosphere.

Hu Hai stared at the delicate face of the concubine in front of him with burning eyes. Under her curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of big watery eyes seemed to be able to captivate people; her cherry-like mouth was slightly open, and her breath was as fragrant as orchid; her skin was as white as jade and as delicate as a freshly peeled chicken head.

Hu Hai's eyes revealed a trace of desire without any concealment. He whispered softly: "Beauty, you really make me intoxicated!"

Hearing the emperor's straightforward praise, the concubine looked at Hu Hai with affection and responded coquettishly: "Your Majesty, you are the truly majestic and powerful..."

Before he finished speaking, Hu Hai's breathing suddenly became rapid. He could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart. He suddenly stretched out his other hand and roughly tore off the only piece of clothing on the concubine's body.

In an instant, the flawless skin as white as snow was exposed to the air without reservation. It was as warm, delicate, crystal clear as mutton-fat jade, exuding a charming luster.

This sudden scene shocked everyone present. Those who were playing music and dancing could not help but stop what they were doing and prepare to leave the hall.

However, before they could react, Hu Hai shouted, "Did I tell you to stop? Keep playing the music, keep dancing!"

Upon hearing this, everyone did not dare to hesitate any longer and immediately started playing music and dancing again, for fear of angering the moody emperor.

For a moment, melodious music rang out again in the hall, accompanied by the graceful dancing of the beauties. The whole scene seemed both luxurious and absurd.

At this moment, a shy blush appeared on the concubine's face. She bit her lips lightly, her eyes full of excitement.

Hu Hai's gaze became more and more passionate, and he couldn't wait to hug his concubine tightly in his arms and feel her soft body.

The concubine gently stroked Hu Hai's back, and their breaths intertwined.

In this atmosphere of singing and dancing, the two gradually moved their bodies together, and a passionate lovemaking was about to unfold...