Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"Purge the court of corrupt officials?"

Su Ming almost burst out laughing. He leaned against a pillar next to him, crossed his arms, and looked at the scene with an expression of watching a monkey show.

This Hu Hai truly inherited his teacher Zhao Gao's "generosity" perfectly, even surpassing him in some aspects. Coming here now to offer up his head—was he worried His Majesty hadn't eaten enough and specially sent him takeout?

The main hall was deathly silent.

The three men, who had just been full of pride and ready to conquer the stars and the sea, were now staring at the eighteenth prince with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Hu Hai, however, was completely unaware of the truth. He was swayed by the eunuchs (remnants of Zhao Gao) behind him and became so excited that he felt he was the savior of the Qin Dynasty and the embodiment of justice.

"Father! Look at the state you've become!"

Hu Hai pointed at Ying Zheng's ashen face, heartbroken, "A blue-faced, fanged monster! Where is even a trace of the First Emperor's majesty? You must have been poisoned by this sorcerer's corpse poison and have lost your mind!"

"Your Majesty, I cannot bear to see the Qin Dynasty's foundation destroyed! I beg you to immediately issue an edict to execute Su Ming and order his abdication for recuperation! Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I am willing to share your burdens and temporarily assume the position of regent!"

See the picture poorly.

To put it bluntly, they want to seize power.

Li Si knelt on the ground, his head bowed low, wishing he could disappear into the ground. He felt embarrassed for the young master, but even more so, he felt a deep-seated fear.

"To share the burden?"

A scornful laugh, utterly contemptuous, came from the dragon throne.

Ying Zheng slowly stood up.

With his movement, a visible dark green aura of death surged from his body, instantly filling the entire space above the hall. The originally bright candlelight turned a ghastly green under this malevolent energy, flickering precariously.

"Eighteenth Prince, how come I never knew you had such filial piety?"

Ying Zheng descended the imperial steps one by one, his heavy footsteps seeming to pound on Hu Hai's heart. With each step, the servants and eunuchs behind Hu Hai trembled, and finally, they all knelt down with a "plop," defecating and urinating indiscriminately.

Only Hu Hai, still stubbornly defiant, roared with a fierce but weak voice:

"Father! Don't scare me! I represent all the people of the world now..."

"Shut up."

Ying Zheng stopped three steps away from Hu Hai.

He didn't make a move, not even a finger. He simply lowered his head slightly, his vertical pupils, burning with a ghostly green flame, locking onto Hu Hai's eyes without any emotion.

Skill activated – [Corpse King's Gaze].

This was no ordinary glare; it was a mental attack from a high-level undead creature against a low-level life form. A mental shockwave, imbued with endless killing intent, violence, and the will to die, instantly pierced Hu Hai's cerebral cortex.

"Buzz—"

Hu Hai felt as if ten thousand screaming ghosts had been stuffed into his head.

He saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he saw the deepest hell, and he saw himself being torn apart and devoured by countless withered bones.

"Uh... Ah... Aba..."

Hu Hai opened his mouth wide, his pupils dilating to their maximum size, like the unfocused eyes of a dead fish.

His arrogant expression froze on his face, then began to distort and twitch, finally becoming dull and empty.

A fine white foam trickled down the corner of his mouth.

"Clatter".

Hu Hai fell straight backward, landing motionless on the ground, his eyes darting around unconsciously, and he uttered a silly "hehe" laugh that was difficult to understand.

crazy?

No, his brain is fried.

In this era, this is called "loss of soul syndrome," while in Su Ming's time, it was called "severe vegetative state accompanied by schizophrenia."

"With such meager mental strength, you think you can rebel?"

Ying Zheng withdrew his gaze, stepping over Hu Hai's body with a look of disgust, as if he were a pile of garbage on the roadside. "I haven't even used my strength yet, and you've already fallen down."

Inside the main hall, the servants who had originally come with Hu Hai to "force the emperor to abdicate" were now kowtowing repeatedly, their heads bleeding profusely, yet they dared not stop.

"Drag it down."

Ying Zheng didn't even bother to glance at them, his voice as cold as ancient ice, "Throw all these lackeys into the blood pool as fertilizer."

"As for this rebellious son..."

Ying Zheng glanced at Hu Hai, who was still grinning and drooling on the ground, and the last trace of fatherly affection in his eyes vanished. Before absolute power and immortality, kinship was nothing more than a burden that could be discarded at any time.

"It was hung at the gate of Xianyang City and exposed to the scorching sun for three days."

"Let the whole world see this: this is the consequence of coveting divine weapons and being disloyal and unfilial!"

Li Si trembled and quickly kowtowed, "Your Majesty... this is, after all, a prince, shouldn't we...?"

"What? You want to hang it up for him?" Ying Zheng glanced at him sideways.

"I'll get on it right away! Immediately! Right now!" Li Si sprang into action, ordering several imperial guards to drag Hu Hai away, their speed faster than a rabbit.

A coup d'état that could have overthrown the court ended in a manner that bordered on farce.

There was no bloodshed, no fighting.

Just a glance.

This is the oppressive aura of the "Corpse Ancestor," this is the dominance brought about by absolute power.

Su Ming watched as Hu Hai was dragged away like a dead dog, silently wishing him well. Of all people to mess with, why did he have to mess with a newly mutated zombie tyrant who was just looking for a way to vent his anger? Wasn't this like an old man eating poison—wanting to die?

"Imperial Preceptor, please excuse my poor appearance."

Ying Zheng turned around, the fierceness on his face lessening slightly, and he regained his majestic imperial demeanor. "Unfortunate family, a rebellious son has emerged. Shall we continue our discussion about the 'Gundam Project'?"

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly.

You adjusted your mindset way too quickly, didn't you? Your own son was just glared at so much he was practically in a vegetative state, and now you want to talk about Gundam?

Indeed, those who can become emperors of all ages have dirty hearts... oh no, big hearts.

"Your Majesty is wise; this little incident is not worth mentioning."

Just as Su Ming was about to continue his charade... no, to elaborate on his grand vision, a series of rapid, thunderous hoofbeats suddenly came from outside the hall.

Immediately afterwards, a figure clad in heavy armor and covered in dust tumbled and crawled in.

That was Meng Tian.

The general, who had just changed into the "exoskeleton armor," now had a look on his face that was a mixture of horror and ecstasy as if he had seen a ghost. He was holding a long, rectangular object wrapped in black cloth in his hands.

"Your Majesty! Imperial Advisor! A matter of utmost importance! A matter of paramount importance!"

Panting heavily, Meng Tian didn't even bother with his luggage. He simply put the thing on the ground with a loud thud, which made the floor tremble.

"What's the panic?" Ying Zheng frowned. "Could it be that the Xiongnu have invaded?"

"Not the Xiongnu! It's the Great Wall! It's beneath the Great Wall!"

Meng Tian ripped off the black cloth, revealing a massive, white bone that gleamed with a jade-like luster. The bone was as thick as a thigh, and it still exuded a terrifying, chilling aura, with the faint sound of a dragon's roar seeming to emanate from it.

"This humble general was ordered to renovate the Great Wall defenses, and while digging the foundation, I unearthed this!"

Meng Tian swallowed hard, his voice trembling:

"Burned beneath this... is a dead dragon!!"