My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

It was rare for Ying Zheng to get so drunk.

He drank one glass of 52-proof liquor after another, and even with his amazing self-control, a faint blush rose on his face.

Those eyes, usually as cold as ice, now held a hint of a smile.

He leaned back in his chair, his posture so languid it was unlike that of the First Emperor.

Liu Che was no better off.

He held a wine cup in one hand and put the other on Ying Zheng's shoulder, whispering something in Ying Zheng's ear, and then burst into laughter.

The atmosphere between the two was harmonious, unlike their usual tense and confrontational relationship.

Zhu Yuanzhang watched in stunned silence.

He nudged Zhu Di's arm.

"Hey, when did they get so close?"

Zhu Di took a sip of wine and said leisurely.

"Wine is a good thing."

Zhu Yuanzhang: ...

Ying Zheng suddenly spoke, his voice slower than usual.

"A few days ago, when I was on my eastern tour..."

He paused, as if recalling something.

Liu Che leaned closer: "What's wrong?"

Ying Zheng's lips curled up slightly, a smile that held a hint of something ambiguous.

"We encountered an assassin."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table fell silent for a moment.

assassin?

To assassinate Qin Shi Huang?

Liu Che's drunkenness seemed to be somewhat relieved by these words, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Who would dare to stab you? Who's so bold?"

"Yes." Ying Zheng picked up his wine cup, took another sip, and said, "A young man named Zhang Liang."

Liu Che: ...

He put down his wine glass, his gaze distant, as if recalling the scene from that day.

"Bolangsha. A giant iron hammer weighing over a hundred pounds is coming down on me."

Zhu Yuanzhang gasped in shock.

"120 pounds?! Did it hit you?"

Ying Zheng shook his head, looking distressed.

"It hit me, but I'm fine. There's just a dent in the back of my car."

"My car! I just got it not long ago!!!"

"Fortunately, I sent men to chase them, and they caught up with them."

Upon hearing this, Liu Che quickly asked.

"You caught up with him? Did you kill him?"

Ying Zheng glanced at him.

"I saw him as a promising talent, so I spared his life."

Liu Che was taken aback.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness they didn't kill him! Thank goodness they didn't kill him!"

"What? You know him?"

Liu Che laughed heartily.

"Of course I know him, after all, he's a genius!!!"

Ying Zheng:  …

Ying Zheng glanced at him.

Liu Che was completely oblivious and continued patting his shoulder, his tone full of pride.

"Zhang Liang! He was the foremost of the Three Heroes of the early Han Dynasty! Emperor Gaozu said of him, 'He devised strategies within the tent and won battles a thousand miles away!' Later, he was enfeoffed as the Marquis of Liu, which is..."

The more Liu Che spoke, the more inappropriate it seemed, so he quickly shut up.

He had just shut up when he heard Ying Zheng say in a low voice.

"Oh right! I almost forgot, what was your ancestor's name again?"

Liu Che suddenly stopped, feeling a chill surge into his heart, which dispelled much of the drunkenness in his heart.

He turned his head and saw Ying Zheng staring straight at him.

That gaze...

That look in his eyes was getting increasingly strange.

Liu Che sobered up considerably in an instant.

He slowly withdrew his hand from Ying Zheng's shoulder and chuckled twice.

"That...that's not what I meant..."

Ying Zheng remained silent.

He simply picked up his glass and took a slow sip.

"So, what was your ancestor's name again? His surname was Liu, right? What was his name?"

"..."

Liu Che remained silent.

Done!

Bad thing!

He remained silent for a moment, looked into Ying Zheng's eyes, and blurted out his answer in a moment of inspiration.

"Xiang Yu!"

Ying Zheng held the wine cup, took a slow sip, and looked over the rim of the cup to Liu Che's face, his gaze full of meaning.

"Xiang Yu?"

He repeated the name, his gaze growing increasingly strange.

"Your ancestor was named Xiang Yu? Liu Xiang Yu?"

Liu Che nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Xiang Yu!...No, no! I mean the one who destroyed your Qin dynasty was Xiang Yu!"

"Xiang Yu".

Ying Zheng repeated the name again.

"That's right! It was Xiang Yu. He massacred Xianyang, killed Prince Ziying of Qin, burned the Qin palaces, and looted treasures."

"Oh~!"

Ying Zheng gave a meaningful "Oh".

Seeing that he had successfully changed the subject, Liu Che continued.

"Xiang Yu was over eight feet tall, strong enough to lift a large cauldron, and his bravery and strength surpassed others; he was truly formidable!"

"sharp?"

Ying Zheng laughed, a laugh filled with utter disdain.

"No matter how powerful he is, can he stop me from unleashing a barrage of Qin Tong missiles?"

"Can it withstand one of my 'Breaking Military Intelligence' attacks?"

"How can mere flesh and blood possibly withstand my iron torrent?"

"Exactly! Exactly! How could a mere Xiang Yu possibly compare to your steel beast!"

Liu Che chuckled.

Just when he thought he had successfully fooled them.

Ying Zheng suddenly said something else.

"Alright, that's all for now. I'll settle accounts with him later. Now, back to our previous topic, what was your ancestor's name?"

Liu Che: …………

After a moment of silence, he suddenly stood up, picked up his wine cup, and raised it to Ying Zheng.

"Brother Zheng,"

He spoke.

That one "Brother Zheng" stunned everyone present.

Ying Zheng was also stunned.

Liu Che looked completely sincere.

"Words are useless; it's all in the wine!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and downed the glass of wine in one gulp.

"What my ancestors were called doesn't matter! What matters is that as long as you're here, no one dares to rebel!"

Ying Zheng remained silent for a moment, then picked up his wine and downed it in one gulp.

"It's as if I'm afraid of you! But I like what you say!"

"So... everything's alright?"

Liu Che asked cautiously.

Ying Zheng waved his hand.

"There was nothing wrong to begin with. I just wanted to ask what your ancestor's name was, because I thought he was a talented person and wanted to give him an official position, but you wouldn't tell me..."

Liu Che stood there, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Finally, he managed to stammer out, "You...you really don't want to settle accounts?"

Ying Zheng glanced at him and said slowly, "Do I need to ask you to settle my accounts?"

Liu Che choked.

"Actually, I know even if you don't say it."

Ying Zheng picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and spoke calmly.

"Liu Bang, right? The village head of Pei County, who rose up against the Qin Dynasty and later gained control of the country."

He put down his wine glass and looked at Liu Che.

"I also know that he said something when he saw me on my tour back then—"

Liu Che's hair stood on end.

Ying Zheng slowly said, "A true man should be like this."

After he finished speaking, a slight smile curved his lips.

"I like to hear that."

Liu Che was stunned.

You fucking know what's going to happen in the end?

You already know, why the hell did you ask?!

Is this some kind of deliberate attempt to mess with his mentality?

Ying Zheng! Ying Zheng!

I never imagined you could be so heartless!

"So," Liu Che began with difficulty, "you...you really don't want to settle scores?"

Ying Zheng looked at him, his gaze as calm as a deep pool of water.

"Settle accounts? Settle what accounts?"

He paused, his tone carrying an indescribable quality.

"If the Qin dynasty hadn't lost the hearts of the people, how could he have rebelled? Besides, after he conquered the world, at least he didn't attack the Qin dynasty, unlike that fool Xiang Yu..."

Liu Che remained silent.

Ying Zheng picked up his wine cup and took another sip.

"So, as I said, I wanted to give him an official position. But judging from your expression, you don't seem to want it that much, so let's forget about it."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and patted Liu Che on the shoulder.

"Alright, stop standing, sit down and have a drink."

Liu Che stood there, motionless for a moment.

He was silent for a moment, then poured himself another glass of wine.

"Come on, Brother Zheng! I'll toast you!"

"One glass isn't enough, give me two more!"

"Alright! Tonight, let's drink until we drop!"

……