The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

One day, Meng Yi received a tip from Li Ziwei that Zi Hai's housekeeper Miyamoto would meet with a mysterious man the next day.

Meng Yi knew that this matter was of great importance and that if he could uncover the secrets, it would be of great benefit to him. So he rushed to the Xianyang magistrate's office without hesitation.

When the yamen runners at the door saw Meng Yi coming, they did not dare to delay and quickly welcomed him in.

At this moment, Xin Qiliu sat in his study, his brow furrowed, as if he had encountered some thorny problem. The room was filled with the faint scent of ink, and the desk was piled high with various classics and documents. Sunlight streamed through the window onto him, illuminating his furrowed brow and serious expression.

Meng Yi approached the study. Xin Qiliu looked up and saw him. He quickly stood up and saluted, smiling and saying, "Lieutenant, why have you come here in person? What instructions do you have?"

Seeing this, Meng Yi smiled and jokingly said, "Master Xin, why are you being so polite? Do you really want me to bow to you as well?"

After hearing this, Xin Qiliu shook his head repeatedly to deny it, with an awkward smile on his face.

Meng Yi smiled and continued, "I came here today because I do have something I would like to ask Lord Xin. Lord Xin, do you know the specific situation of Gong Ben, the steward of Master Zi Hai's mansion?"

Xin Qiliu thought for a moment and replied, "Miyamoto arrived in Xianyang around the third year after Your Majesty pacified the six kingdoms. Initially, he served as a retainer at Prime Minister Feng's residence, but later Your Majesty issued an order prohibiting the keeping of retainers, so he left the Feng residence and moved to the residence of Prince Zihai."

Meng Yi couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why does Lord Xin remember Gong Ben's situation so clearly?"

Xin Qiliu smiled slightly and explained, "To be honest, I've always had a good memory. I remember most of the people and events in Xianyang City. Furthermore, Miyamoto's status is special, and he has a close relationship with Master Zihai, so it's natural for me to remember them."

Xin Qiliu stood up, walked to the window, looked out at the scenery, and continued, "I once dealt with Miyamoto regarding the slaves in Prince Zihai's mansion. Although he was from Qi, he was well-versed in Qin law and later gained Prince Zihai's trust. However, he usually stays at home and rarely contacts the outside world."

Meng Yi frowned slightly, deep in thought. He felt there must be something fishy going on, and he needed to investigate further. His eyes revealed a firm and decisive look, as if he had already made up his mind.

On the morning of the second day, Meng Yi led Meng Xin and twenty patrol guards to ambush near Zi Hai's residence.

Soon, Miyamoto hurried out of the mansion, looked around, and then walked out of the city. Meng Yi and others followed him quietly and came to a secluded teahouse.

After Miyamoto entered the private room, Meng Yi signaled everyone to stay calm.

After a while, a man in black also walked into the private room. Meng Yi looked through the crack in the window and saw the man's face clearly. He was shocked. It was him...

It turned out to be Feng Jie's son Feng Yu! Meng Yi had met him once during the court session that day and heard someone introduce him to him.

Meng Yi was secretly alarmed. Could Feng Yu's visit be related to Feng Quji? What were the two of them plotting? At this moment, he had to be cautious and not alert the enemy.

As time passed, the conversation inside the room gradually became clearer. Meng Yi held his breath and listened intently, but due to the distance, he could only hear fragments of words.

"...According to the plan...nothing will go wrong..."

Finally, the door opened and Feng Yu left first, followed closely by Miyamoto. Meng Yi acted decisively and led his men to follow Miyamoto.

Meng Yi carefully tracked Miyamoto all the way, fearing the slightest sound would alert him. He glided through the streets and alleys like a cat, his gaze fixed on the looming figure not far ahead. Finally, Miyamoto arrived at a secluded and quiet courtyard, gently opened the door, and stepped inside.

Seeing this, Meng Yi immediately signaled Meng Xin behind him to lead the others to disperse and guard the various exits. He took a deep breath, then quietly sneaked into the other courtyard and began to search for Miyamoto.

Within the courtyard, Meng Yi, relying on his keen intuition and observation, quickly discovered a deeply hidden secret room. Two guards stood at the door, their gaze warily fixed. Meng Yi approached cautiously, using the surrounding shadows and obstacles to conceal his movements. Once within striking distance, he launched a sudden attack, dispatching the two guards with lightning speed. Then, he gently pushed open the door and stepped into this mysterious place.

The secret room was gloomy, with only a few faint rays of light streaming in through the narrow windows. The air was filled with an old, mysterious atmosphere, which made people feel inexplicably nervous. Meng Yi walked forward cautiously, his footsteps so light that they were almost inaudible. Just then, he suddenly heard Miyamoto's voice.

"Everything is going according to plan. As soon as Ying Zheng dies, the Qin Empire will be thrown into chaos..." Miyamoto's words resonated like thunder in Meng Yi's ears, shocking him to the core. He had never imagined that Miyamoto would dare to plot the assassination of Ying Zheng! This was an act of treason. If successful, the entire Qin Empire would be plunged into chaos.

Just as Meng Yi was lost in shock, a sudden commotion erupted outside. His heart raced, knowing his whereabouts had been exposed. Without hesitation, he quickly turned and rushed out of the chamber, ready to face the impending crisis.

At this time, the patrols led by Meng Xin had already surrounded the entire courtyard. When they saw Meng Yi rushing out of the secret room, they immediately understood what had happened.

Without further ado, a fierce battle erupted in the blink of an eye. Swords flashed and blades clashed, and shouts of killing rose and fell.

Meng Yi led the charge, brandishing his longsword and engaging the enemy in close combat. His swordplay was sharp and accurate, each swing drawing a trail of blood. Inspired by him, the other patrolmen also bravely fought the enemy, never flinching.

After a fierce battle, they finally succeeded in capturing Miyamoto, captured five guards alive, and killed ten more guards.

However, the person who was talking to Miyamoto took the opportunity to escape during the chaos.

Meng Yi knew very well that the situation had become extremely serious, so he quickly sent someone to inform Xin Qiliu and ordered all the gates of Xianyang City to be closed, allowing only entry but not exit.

At the same time, he arranged for Meng Xin to quickly interrogate Miyamoto and the other six guards, and whispered some instructions in Meng Xin's ear, who then looked stunned.

In addition, Ying Bu was notified to lead 200 people to conduct a city-wide search operation with this place as the center.

After everything was settled, Meng Yi did not hesitate to return to the palace and report the incident to Emperor Ying Zheng. Emperor Ying Zheng was furious and ordered Miyamoto to be severely punished, determined to find out who was behind the plot.

Meng Yi leaned forward and said, "Your Majesty, when I led my men to monitor Gong Ben, the steward of Prince Zi Hai's mansion, I unexpectedly discovered that Gong Ben had secretly met with a mysterious man. This mysterious man was none other than Feng Yu, the son of Lord Feng Jie. I wonder..."

The First Emperor sat upright on the Dragon Throne, his face gloomy, his majesty undimmed. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could penetrate one's soul.

The entire palace was filled with a tense atmosphere. The guards stood solemnly on both sides, motionless, as if even their breathing had become cautious.

Meng Yi stood in the hall, head down and silent, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Ying Zheng's eyes were as sharp as torches. He glanced at Meng Yi and said slowly: "Meng Qing has done a great job this time. After I find out the truth, I will reward you according to your merits." His voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible majesty.

After saying this, Ying Zheng turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and fell into deep thought. His figure seemed particularly lonely and tall in the huge palace, as if he was carrying the weight of the entire world on his back.

Meng Yi retreated quietly, his steps heavy. He knew the situation would become even more complicated, and a thrilling contest would begin.

Inside Xianyang City, undercurrents surged. People on the streets hurried along, their faces dignified.

Merchants closed their shops early, as if they were avoiding something.

And in some corners, a group of mysterious people are secretly planning something, their eyes revealing a hint of cunning and sinisterness.

A storm concerning the fate of the Qin Dynasty is about to come. Can this ancient city survive this storm? Everything is still unknown...