Starting with ten elixirs of immortality, I led the First Emperor to rebel against the Qin Dynasty.

Zhao Huan nodded in satisfaction.

That's more like the kind of person who's going to do something big.

Decisive and courageous!

"However, Father."

Zhao Huan abruptly changed the subject, his excitement fading and replaced by a look of gritted teeth.

"Those alchemists were useful, but there was one among them who was the most despicable, and deserved to die!"

Ying Zheng was taken aback and asked, "Who is it?"

He was curious about who could make Zhao Huan, his fearless son, show such a hateful expression.

"Xu Fu!"

Zhao Huan squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth.

He had no idea that the person he hated most was currently being imprisoned in the Xianyang jail by his "own father," unable to live or die.

In his eyes, Xu Fu was the First Emperor's man, high above him, and a hundred and eight thousand miles away from him, a mere "son of a merchant".

Now, bringing it up is just an opportunity to vent my frustrations to my father.

"Xu Fu?"

Ying Zheng was somewhat surprised.

Li Si, Meng Tian, ​​and Meng Yi all pricked up their ears.

They all knew that Xu Fu was the emperor's most trusted alchemist and the main culprit in this case of deceiving the emperor, and was currently being strictly guarded in the imperial prison.

Why would this young master Huan harbor such a deep resentment towards him?

"Father, you don't know this."

Zhao Huan clenched his fist, and a slight "crackling" sound came from his knuckles.

"Among all the alchemists, the most despicable is this fellow named Xu Fu!"

"In the glimpse of the future I saw, this bastard, under the guise of finding the elixir of immortality for the First Emperor, deceived him by saying that there were three immortal mountains overseas: Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou, and that the elixir of immortality was found on those mountains."

Ying Zheng's face darkened.

Xu Fu had indeed said this to him, and more than once. He had originally believed it wholeheartedly, and had even begun preparing a massive fleet for voyages. If he hadn't met Huan'er yesterday, he probably would have remained in the dark until his death.

"and then?"

Ying Zheng asked in a deep voice.

"Then," Zhao Huan's voice turned icy, his hatred undisguised, "this Xu Fu, under the pretext of searching for medicine, demanded three thousand boys and girls from the First Emperor, along with countless treasures of gold and silver, artisans, and books, and set sail in a grand fleet!"

Li Si's heart skipped a beat.

He had heard about this matter.

His Majesty does indeed have this intention, but has not yet issued a formal edict.

So, this was also a scam by Xu Fu?

"After he went to sea, he never came back."

Zhao Huan continued.

"He wasn't looking for any elixir of immortality at all! He took the blood of my Chinese nation, the wealth and technology of my Great Qin, and fled to a deserted island overseas called Fusang, where he established himself as king!"

"Fuso?"

Ying Zheng, Li Si, Meng Tian, ​​and Meng Yi all simultaneously uttered the unfamiliar place name.

"Yes, Japan!"

Zhao Huan stood up and paced back and forth in the courtyard, his emotions running high.

"That desolate island was originally inhabited only by a group of savage, uncivilized people. Xu Fu led our people and technology there, civilized them, and they multiplied. From then on, beyond the land of China, there was a treacherous, cunning neighbor who coveted China!"

"They are the future 'Little Baga'!"

"Father, do you know? In the future I foresaw, thousands of years from now, it was these descendants of Xu Fu, these 'little bastards,' who sailed ironclad warships and blasted open our country's gates with cannons!"

"They burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities on our land!"

"In Nanjing alone, 300,000 compatriots were slaughtered! Men, women, and children—not one was spared!"

"They also used our people for poison gas experiments and live vivisections! Their atrocities are too numerous to list!"

"Across the vast land of China, the people are suffering terribly, with corpses littering the fields. Four hundred million of our compatriots are living in dire straits!"

Zhao Huan became more and more agitated as he spoke, and his eyes even reddened.

This is not an act; it is a deep-seated hatred etched into the very bones of every Chinese descendant!

"And the root of all this is that damned Xu Fu! He is the one who created this nation that will later commit heinous crimes against China! Father, tell me, shouldn't this man be killed?!"

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Ying Zheng stood there, his face ashen, his breathing heavy, and his chest heaving violently.

The Nanjing Massacre! Poison Gas Experiments! Live Vivisections! Four Hundred Million Compatriots! Suffering in Dire Straits!

These words alarmed Ying Zheng.

Why did he sweep across the land and unify the world?

Isn't it all for the purpose of ending the war, allowing the people to live and work in peace, and ensuring lasting stability on this land?

But his future descendants will suffer such inhumane treatment?

The culprit behind all of this was none other than Xu Fu.

An indescribable rage and murderous intent erupted within Ying Zheng. He wanted to return to Xianyang immediately and personally dismember that beast Xu Fu, piece by piece.

Li Si stood to the side, drenched in sweat from the horrific vision of the future described by Zhao Huan. As the Prime Minister of Qin, he could not fathom what kind of hell it would be.

Looking at Ying Zheng's gloomy face, he knew that Xu Fu was finished.

Not only is Xu Fu gone, but the place called "Fusang" will probably also be erased from this world.

The brothers Meng Tian and Meng Yi clenched their fists so tightly that the veins on the back of their hands bulged.

As soldiers, they have the most direct understanding of the word "slaughter".

Meng Tian vowed in his heart that if he had the chance, he would lead the Qin cavalry to crush the so-called Fusang and exterminate all those "little bastards" without leaving a single one alive!

"Father, Father? What's wrong?"

Seeing that Ying Zheng's expression was off, Zhao Huan wondered if he had spoken too excitedly and frightened his adoptive father, so he asked with some concern.

"...It's nothing."

Ying Zheng snapped out of his daze, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent surging within him, and sat back down on the stone bench.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud suddenly came from the direction of the woodshed.

The sound broke the solemn atmosphere in the courtyard.

Zhao Huan slapped his forehead.

"Oh dear! I almost forgot about that old man!"

Zhao Huan then remembered that there was still an "assassin" he had knocked unconscious locked in the woodshed. He had been so busy bragging to his father about gunpowder and cursing Xu Fu that he had almost forgotten about him.

"Dad, wait a minute, I want to show you something."

As Zhao Huan spoke, he turned and walked toward the woodshed.

Ying Zheng, Li Si, and the Meng brothers were all curious, wondering what Zhao Huan was up to.

Zhao Huan walked to the door of the woodshed, unbolted it, and then dragged out an old man who was tied up.

The old man had disheveled hair and beard, and his tattered soldier's uniform was covered in dust and grass clippings, making him look extremely disheveled.

Bai Qi had just slowly woken up and was still confused when he felt a tremendous force pull him out of the woodshed and onto the open ground in the yard.

Bai Qi had never suffered such humiliation. He was the Marquis of Wu'an of Qin, an invincible god of war! He opened his eyes and stared intently at Zhao Huan.