The Great Qin Dynasty: The egg of the Black Bird was revered as a national guardian beast.

The First Emperor was robbed.

But instead of being angry, he actually felt like laughing.

Who would have thought, who would have thought, that he would be robbed, especially not at his own doorstep?

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

The leader of the thieves held a rusty piece of iron. When he saw the First Emperor smile, his voice was low and menacing.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes: "If you know what's good for you, hand over your gold, jade, half a tael of coins, and your sword!"

"otherwise……"

He sneered, the threat obvious.

"Pfft." The First Emperor stopped laughing, but Xuan Ye, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but laugh.

He raised his head and glanced at the First Emperor.

The First Emperor understood the meaning in his eyes: See? He just said there were no thieves, and now they've come.

He looked extremely embarrassed.

"Your Majesty, may I borrow your sword?"

He raised his eyes to look at the First Emperor and raised his hand.

The First Emperor was taken aback, but then he took the Tai'a sword that he was wearing at his waist.

He tossed it forward, aiming it at Xuan Ye.

"Clang!"

He reached out and took it, slowly drawing it from its sheath. Behind the sword, a pair of cold eyes were reflected.

"Brothers, let's go!"

The leader of the thieves saw Xuan Ye draw his sword, raise his hand, and then slowly retreat behind the group.

As soon as they dropped their hands, the people around them rushed towards them.

The First Emperor felt a blur before his eyes.

All that could be seen were chaotic figures and the occasional sound of clashing swords.

"No, let's go!"

A series of screams rang out in the chaotic street, and several people fell to the ground.

"Get out of here!"

The leader of the thieves saw his men fall one by one in the blink of an eye, and immediately turned and ran.

As the last person fell.

The corpses lying scattered on the ground had their eyes wide open, and only one man in black robes stood there holding a sword.

Blood was dripping from the sword in his hand.

It's dripping on the ground...

Looking at the person who had already run quite a distance, he smiled, flicked his sword, and wiped the blood off the blade.

"Trying to run away?"

As the sound rang out, a pair of enormous, jet-black wings suddenly unfurled behind the person.

Holding the sword with a cold glint, he vanished into the night.

Only a blurry black shadow could be seen, sweeping past, and a flash of cold light pierced into the man's chest.

"Hmph." The leader of the thieves lowered his head and saw only a finely crafted longsword protruding from his chest.

"Clang!"

As the sword was drawn, he felt a chill on his chest.

His throat tasted metallic, but he forced himself to swallow it, placing his hands in front of him to try and stop the bleeding.

But it flowed out between my fingers and I couldn't stop it.

He raised his head blankly, his vision blurred.

Then he felt dizzy and disoriented, and in a daze, he seemed to see a person with wings.

Holding his sword, he stood there coldly.

A series of footsteps approached, and turning around, one saw the First Emperor walking towards them.

It retracted the wings behind it.

"Your Majesty, here's your sword back."

He tossed the sword forward, and the First Emperor caught it.

But then, footsteps sounded from all directions, and a black-armored army came running from all sides, carrying torches.

A man dismounted from his horse in the procession.

He quickly approached the First Emperor.

He knelt down, clasped his hands in a fist and pleaded, "Your Majesty, I am late in coming to your rescue. Please forgive me!"

The First Emperor lowered his eyes and looked at him.

He remained silent for a long time, then led Xuan Ye through the crowd towards the palace.

On the way back to the Xianyang Palace.

All was quiet.

The First Emperor suddenly stopped and asked, "If even Xianyang has thieves, what about other places?"

Xuan Ye, who was following behind, lowered his head helplessly.

He then joked, "Your Majesty, could it be that your golden words conjured up these thieves?"

"Hahaha." The First Emperor couldn't help but laugh.

He then said, "If that's really the case, then the fact that we encountered thieves tonight is all my fault for speaking out of turn."

"Yes." Xuan Ye continued walking forward.

The First Emperor smiled and continued looking ahead, but a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

Chase after them,

"Don't tell anyone what happened tonight."

"it is good."

..........

The First Emperor held his sword.

With a cold face, she angrily walked back to Xianyang Palace.

He lifted the curtain and sat down behind the table, taking the Tai'a sword from his waist and placing it on the table.

Slowly pull the sword out.

Even now, you can still vaguely see bloodstains on the sword.

The First Emperor stroked his beloved longsword in solitude, saying nothing. Tonight, the Tai'a sword was stained with blood once more.

He had never allowed a second person to touch this sword.

Throughout history, all the kings of Qin were equipped with the Lulu sword, but when he was still the king of Qin, he used it for a period of time before switching to the Tai'a sword.

This sword, along with him, became the supreme sword in the world!

"Phew." The First Emperor let out a breath, took out a piece of cloth, and carefully wiped the blood off the sword.

Then, the Tai'a was placed on the table.

"Someone come here." The First Emperor sat there and called out, and then a night guard came in.

"His Majesty."

The First Emperor closed his eyes: "Go, summon Zhao Gao."

"Yes." The guard bowed his head and respectfully withdrew.

Not long after, hurried footsteps came from outside, and Zhao Gao rushed in.

"Greetings, Your Majesty! May Your Majesty live ten thousand years!"

The First Emperor sat behind his desk, looking at Zhao Gao kneeling outside the curtain for a long time without saying a word.

Zhao Gao raised his head: "Your Majesty?"

"Did I give you permission to move?" The First Emperor's voice was cold.

Zhao Gao was startled and quickly lowered his head. He was full of questions and had no idea where he had offended the First Emperor.

Why summon him here, only to make him kneel and not get up?

But the First Emperor looked at him and sneered, "Yan Le, the magistrate of Xianyang, isn't he your son-in-law?"

Xianyang, the capital of the Qin Dynasty, was rife with thieves.

Isn't this a dereliction of duty by the magistrate of Xianyang? How exactly did he become the magistrate of Xianyang?

But he didn't want others to know he had been robbed.

I'll find another opportunity to deal with him later. For now, I'll deal with Zhao Gao first and vent my anger.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

He, the First Emperor, swept across the land, unifying the world.

How wise and powerful that was!

But now, he's been robbed in the capital of Qin, right at his own doorstep. It's so humiliating.