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

In a mansion.

A man in a blue robe sat behind the table. He had handsome features and an air of nobility about him.

A person dressed in a white robe walked in.

Looking at the person behind the desk,

His face remained expressionless, but a flicker of excitement flashed in his sharp eyes.

He bowed and said, "Greetings, young master."

The man who had been sitting down also stood up with a smile.

Upon seeing the visitor, he clasped his hands in return, saying, "Sir, there's no need for such politeness."

Then, looking at the man, he said, "After all these years, I really never expected to see you again, sir."

The man's face also showed a moment of distraction.

After a long pause, he finally said, "It is truly my great fortune to meet you, young master."

Since the fall of Han, he had been plotting to restore it.

Therefore, he kept searching for the Korean royal family, but all the royal relatives of the six kingdoms were moved to Xianyang by the First Emperor and placed under surveillance.

He had already lost all hope and believed that there was no hope of restoring the Han dynasty.

But I never expected that I would be able to meet a member of the Korean royal family. It is truly a blessing from heaven!

"Sir, please don't call me 'Young Master' anymore."

The person behind the desk lowered their hands somewhat dejectedly, forced a smile, and said...

"Back then, the Qin state searched for and arrested members of the Han royal family throughout the country, and moved them to Xianyang. I hid my identity and survived until now."

"now……"

He gave a bitter laugh: "I haven't used the Han family's services for a long time, so what face do I have to be called a young master?"

With a touch of self-deprecation, he continued.

"To be unable to acknowledge one's ancestry is truly a disgrace to one's ancestors."

"Please don't speak lightly, young master," Zhang Liang said, walking over and standing in front of Han Cheng.

All I know is that the young master is a prince of Korea.

Han Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then gestured for Zhang Liang to sit down, and looked at Zhang Liang to ask.

"May I ask what brings you here, sir?"

"Since you have inquired, sir," Zhang Liang smiled, "I will naturally not hide anything and will tell you frankly."

He spoke with his head down.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked at Han Cheng in front of him.

He asked, "Young master, do you have any thoughts of restoring your kingdom?"

Han Cheng's expression froze for a moment, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses before he looked around.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't see anyone else.

"Sir," Zhang Liang said solemnly, "it's best not to mention this matter again, lest it bring upon your life."

She didn't speak, but just looked into Han Cheng's eyes.

Zhang Liang then asked, "My lord, do you truly have no desire to restore your kingdom?"

There was no answer to this question, and no one spoke.

Han Cheng simply fell silent, looking down at the ground, answering Zhang Liang with silence.

Zhang Liang laughed: "Doesn't the young master want to restore the kingdom?" He looked at him and asked, "Then why won't you let me speak?"

Han Cheng sat opposite Zhang Liang.

He closed his eyes slightly and gave a bitter laugh.

"Sir, yes, Cheng wants to restore his kingdom, but he has no soldiers, no money, and no territory."

"What's the use of just thinking about it?"

Zhang Liang smiled; he had gotten the answer he wanted.

He didn't care about soldiers, armor, money, or provisions; all he seemed to want was for Han Cheng to say that he wanted to restore the kingdom.

A smile played in his sharp eyes.

He slowly raised his hands, held them in front of him, and bowed deeply to Han Cheng in front of him.

His head almost touched the table.

"My lord, there's no need for soldiers, armor, or provisions; I will gladly assist you in restoring our state!"

Looking at Zhang Liang,

Han Cheng was taken aback: "Sir, is it true?"

It wasn't that he didn't believe it, but without soldiers, armor, money, and provisions, how could he possibly gain a foothold in the powerful Qin state?

Zhang Liang raised his head: "Liang dares not speak presumptuously!"

As he spoke, he looked at Han Cheng again and asked.

"What does the young master think of the Qin state?"

After a moment's thought, Han Cheng said, "Qin has a vast territory and a strong army. With garrisons stationed in various places, Qin will surely be a powerful and prosperous state."

But after he finished speaking, Zhang Liang laughed.

He said, "What you say is correct, young master, but what I see is different from what you say."

He closed his eyes and said.

"What I see is that the people have suffered under Qin for too long."

"The Qin laws were harsh, and the people of the land were full of resentment; the corvée labor was so heavy that the people of the land were full of fear."

"Now, with Mars guarding the heart of the sky, the world is in chaos."

"The water god also said that the First Emperor would die this year, and the world would be like withered grass, ready to ignite at the slightest touch."

Han Cheng was stunned upon hearing this.

If this is true, the people are ignorant, and with a little guidance, the unruly masses in this world will become a very terrible force.

Looking at the expression on Han Cheng's face.

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Young master, do you understand now?"

Han Cheng didn't speak, he just nodded.

"Good that you understand." Zhang Liang smiled, then tilted his head and looked outside the room, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

I don't know.

The turmoil in this world, and the so-called water god, were all caused by Zhang Liang.

..........

In a mountain forest.

A man in gray walked by, his eyes bright, carrying a sword in his arms, his steps firm.

They slowly came to a stop.

Looking ahead, he saw a wooden house in front of him.

The wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys created a peaceful scene, but the noise shattered the tranquility.

"I won't marry him!"

"Is Mother determined to marry me off to that butcher in the marketplace?"

"The butcher is wealthy and has no shortage of money every day. How dare you be picky? And yet, you try to provoke me!"

"I won't marry him!"

"Ha. Do you still think about that lowly bastard? What's so good about that brat? He idles away his days and can't even feed himself."

"Besides, now that I've left, I'll forget you soon enough."

"This is not up to you. Marriage is a major life event decided by your parents. Either you marry him, or you don't recognize me as your mother!"

The man in gray frowned slightly and slowly walked outside the door.

He slowly raised his hand, looked at the wooden door in front of him, made up his mind, and knocked.

The noise behind the door stopped immediately.

"Who is it?" Footsteps approached, and with a creak, the wooden door in front of them was opened.

"Han Xin? What are you doing here?"

A voice, filled with both doubt and disgust, rang out.

But there stood Han Xin, whose reputation was infamous in Huaiyin, outside the door, still holding his sword in his arms.

Looking at Ji's mother standing behind the door with a look of disgust.

She raised her head again and saw Ji Tao in the courtyard, looking at her with tears in her eyes, both surprised and delighted.

He swallowed hard.

He mustered his courage again, took out some exquisite gold and jade from his pocket, and looked at the person behind the door.

"Propose marriage!"

As he spoke, his eyes hardened: "I've come to propose marriage!"