Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

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The incident happened so suddenly that Zhou Wenqing didn't even have time to feel the pain as the sword pierced his chest.

He only felt cold.

The chill began from the hole in my heart, like cracks bursting on the ice of a winter night, spreading at an alarming speed to every part of my body.

Bright red blood gushed wildly from between his fingers, unstoppable and scalding hot.

It's truly deadly.

He struggled to lift his eyes, only to meet the servant's empty, lifeless gaze. The face that had followed him all the way was now deathly still and indifferent, as if it had been waiting for this moment all along.

It turned out to be the case.

It was the king's order, but...

This was a task that even the king himself didn't expect to complete. He simply failed as expected. Did he not even have the right to return to his roots?

He was so young, and hadn't even married yet, and he died far from home.

Forget about burying him in the ancestral graves, there wouldn't even be anyone to collect his body...

King Han is a foolish, tyrannical, and despicable ruler!

"Isn't it just about making a living under his wing?" Zhou Wenqing admitted that he was somewhat lacking in talent and could not bring any merit to the country, but he didn't like those loyal ministers who devoted themselves to the country!

Why can't you support yourself as well?

You deserve to live in constant fear and anxiety, unable to eat or sleep!

He wanted to shout and curse, but no sound came out of his throat. His vision began to blur, and the sounds of the wind and grass in the wilderness faded away, leaving only his own heavy, broken, and bloody breathing.

Zhou Wenqing gradually realized that he was probably going to die.

Time seemed to stand still before my eyes, each moment appearing to be stretched infinitely.

One by one, the events of my life flashed through my mind like a flowing stream; perhaps this is what is meant by "a revolving lantern"?

Fortunately, he was all alone and had nothing to worry about.

He regretted that he had spent half the night pondering his words and preparing a full draft in his mind, but before he could even utter a single word, he had been caught off guard and utterly defeated by his own personal servant.

Which damned idiot could have trained such a stubborn, die-hard soldier?!

Oh, it's the King of Han who was completely charmed by his few words, beaming with joy and utterly lost.

That makes sense.

Thinking about all those deliberate attempts to win them over, to be overly attentive, and to subtly try to get close to them along the way, I realized it was all just talking to a brick wall. They didn't understand at all and didn't even blink an eye at that blockhead.

He naively thought that since they were both pawns thrown around at will, they should have developed some kind of sympathy for each other after traveling more than a thousand miles together.

It turns out it was all just wishful thinking on my part.

Zhou Wenqing's vision went completely black. He was so angry that his liver ached, and his heart ached even more!

—Pain in a physical sense.

The blood between my fingers was no longer gushing and scalding hot; it seemed it was really about to "cool down."

He thought viciously that after he "went down," he would definitely go and give that stupid king and the ancestors of this assassin a good "greeting."

After being together for so long, as his nominal servant, he actually "killed his master" at the slightest disagreement.

This is absolutely outrageous!

Do they have no professional ethics at all?

Zhou Wenqing felt increasingly aggrieved and furious. Summoning a surge of strength from who-knows-where, he struggled to raise his sword and thrust it forward—

"Pfft!"

It actually hit! This guy is really stubborn; he didn't even try to dodge.

It's a pity, a tragedy, and a laughable situation.

Just as ridiculous as him...

This world is truly beyond saving.

Like him, there's no hope... Help, help me!

Zhou Wenqing stared wide-eyed in terror, almost wanting to scream.

Something flashing green light splattered on his face!

No, his face?

How could he see his own body, his own corpse?!

He seemed to float away!

This is unbelievable!

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I've been a bit busy, but this little "IF" plot line that I originally wanted to add to a previous chapter, I wrote a bit about a few days ago, so I'll just treat it as a "snack".