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

Zhao Huan cleared his throat and, mimicking how companies in later generations held mobilization meetings, raised his arms and gave a rallying cry.

"Brothers! What's our goal?"

The courtyard was completely silent.

The Mohists, the Gongshu School, and the alchemists looked at each other, unsure how to respond.

Target?

Isn't our goal to survive under a tyrant and, incidentally, to achieve lasting fame?

Zhao Huan's face flushed; he felt a little embarrassed.

This is so disrespectful! That's not how the script was written. He could only cough twice and continue on his own.

Our goal is—the stars and the sea!

Everyone: "..."

What the heck? A gorilla ocean? Are there gorillas in the ocean?

Undeterred, Zhao Huan came up with an even more down-to-earth slogan.

He took a deep breath and roared with all his might, "Shout with me! Down with the tyrannical Qin! May the world be united!"

After he finished speaking, no one said a word.

All the craftsmen, including Mo Yuan and Gongshu Che, kept their heads bowed low, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Down with the tyrannical Qin?

Brother, the tyrannical Qin himself is sitting right behind you.

He's sitting on the stool right behind you, smiling at us!

We want to live for another two years; our whole family and relatives are still in their hands.

Who dares to shout this slogan?

Zhao Huan stood there awkwardly, his face turning almost liver-colored.

These guys have absolutely no team spirit! They were all so excited when they were making grand promises, but now that you're asked to shout a slogan, they're all speechless?

Fusu sat on the stool, his mouth twitching wildly.

He had just begun to think that his "younger brother" was destined for great things. But no sooner had he stepped forward than, in front of their father, he led a group of people shouting, "Down with the tyrannical Qin!"

He didn't dare look at his father's expression.

Just as Zhao Huan was about to lose his temper and was about to explode, a calm and powerful voice broke the awkward silence.

"Well said!"

Ying Zheng slowly stood up from the stool, a smile of approval on his face, and led the applause.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

He clapped and looked at Zhao Huan with encouraging eyes, then turned to the group of trembling craftsmen.

His gaze suddenly turned sharp.

The group of craftsmen were nearly scared out of their wits when he swept his gaze over them.

Ying Zheng didn't speak, but the meaning in his eyes couldn't be clearer: Shout!

The instinct for survival triumphed over everything.

Mo Yuan finally realized what was happening and, raising his voice, roared in a tone more agonizing than crying, "Down with...down with the tyrannical Qin! Heaven...universal harmony!"

Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second.

"Down with the tyrannical Qin Dynasty!"

"Universal harmony!"

Scattered slogans echoed in the courtyard, filled with fear and helplessness.

Zhao Huan was furious at the lack of any real impact on the scene.

Just then, Ying Zheng walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

Then, the First Emperor of the Qin Dynasty personally raised his right arm and shouted:

"Down with the tyrannical Qin Dynasty! May the world be united!"

His voice was loud and clear, and his momentum was overwhelming.

If someone unaware of Ying Zheng's identity saw this, they would truly believe that Ying Zheng was about to rebel.

Upon seeing this, Meng Tian and Bai Qi immediately stood up and roared, "Down with the tyrannical Qin! May the world be united!"

Li Si was a beat behind and quickly followed suit, but his voice sounded somewhat distorted.

Only Fusu sat there blankly, staring at the magical scene before him, opening his mouth but unable to utter a single word.

Father...is this some kind of new game?

Under the leadership of the First Emperor, the slogans in the courtyard finally became unified and powerful.

Zhao Huan looked at his impassioned "father" beside him and was moved to tears.

Look, this is what leadership charisma is.

No wonder my father has the bearing of an emperor.

When it really matters, my dad is the one I can rely on!

Zhao Huan rallied his spirits once more and, together with Ying Zheng, roared with all his might the slogan that was enough to exterminate nine generations of a family.

In an instant, the shouts of "Down with the tyrannical Qin Dynasty!" resounded throughout the small Gewu Academy.

The group left the bustling Gewu Academy and returned to the small courtyard in Zhao Family Village.

As evening approached, Zhao Huan was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, leaving only Ying Zheng and a few others in the courtyard.

In the courtyard, only Ying Zheng, Li Si, Meng Tian, ​​Bai Qi, and Fusu remained.

The atmosphere was strangely quiet.

Meng Tian and Bai Qi stood to the side like two door gods, their faces expressionless.

Li Si kept his head down, seemingly lost in thought, only occasionally glancing at Ying Zheng with a complex expression.

Fusu, on the other hand, was in a daze. Sitting on a small stool, he stared blankly at the ground, his mind replaying the scene from the Institute of Physics over and over again.

Father... led a group of people... shouting "Down with the tyrannical Qin!"

This world is too crazy. He felt that the worldview he had built up over the past twenty years by reading classic texts had been completely shattered today.

I can't figure it out, I just can't understand it.

After a long while, Fusu finally mustered his courage, raised his head, looked at Ying Zheng, and asked:

"Father... why... why did we do that?"

Ying Zheng glanced at him and said calmly, "In order to unite people's hearts."

"But...but that's 'Down with the tyrannical Qin!'" Fusu's voice was shrill. "How...how could we shout such treasonous words?"

Before Ying Zheng could speak, Zhao Huan's voice came from the kitchen.

"Brother, you just don't understand, do you?"

Zhao Huan came out carrying a plate of chopped vegetables, his face bearing an expression that said, "You're too young."

"What are we doing now? We're rebelling! We're risking our lives for this cause!"

"How can we boost everyone's morale and unite them as one without shouting some inspiring slogans?"

"Down with the tyrannical Qin Dynasty, for a world of great harmony!" What a great slogan! The goal is clear, and the vision is grand! Just hearing it makes one's blood boil!

Fusu opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless.

From the perspective of "rebellion," it seems... it seems there's no problem.

The problem is, we're not really rebelling!

Looking at Zhao Huan, who seemed completely at ease, and then at his father, who remained calm, Fusu felt as if he were about to split apart.

He took a deep breath and decided to change his perspective. He felt it was his responsibility to pull his misguided younger brother back onto the right path.

Looking at Zhao Huan's matter-of-fact attitude, Fu Su felt a strong sense of responsibility welling up in his heart.

Although this younger brother acts absurdly and thinks unconventionally, since the father has already acknowledged him, he is the prince of Qin and his own younger brother.

As his elder brother, I absolutely cannot stand by and watch him go further and further down this wrong path.

In particular, his words and actions were vulgar and lacked any aristocratic demeanor. If this were to get out, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the royal family?