I started on a deserted island and encountered Ying Zheng, who insisted I was an immortal.

Wang Ruoshu just turned fifteen this year and is not yet married.

According to the laws of the Qin Dynasty, a woman could marry at the age of fourteen, so she was not considered young at that age.

She was stunningly beautiful with a graceful figure, but her personality was the complete opposite of her appearance.

From a young age, I preferred military uniforms to makeup.

The Qin Dynasty was inherently martial, and with her extremely protective grandfather Wang Jian doting on her like the apple of his eye, he neglected to discipline her.

Over time, they developed a spoiled, willful, hot-tempered, and righteously opposed personality.

Everyone in Xianyang knew that the Third Daughter of the Wang family was someone not to be trifled with.

On one occasion, the beloved son of the Left Chancellor Feng Quji was caught by her harassing a respectable woman in the street.

Without saying a word, Wang Ruoshu went up and started punching and kicking him.

They beat that young master so badly that he couldn't get out of bed for half a month, and he even lost two of his front teeth.

Who was Feng Quji?

He was ranked among the Three Dukes, second only to the emperor.

But what about the end?

He still had to personally bring lavish gifts to their door, apologize, and then ask with concern, "Does your hand hurt, Third Sister?"

With this formidable reputation spreading, Wang Ruoshu's marriage was naturally put on hold.

There were suitors who came to propose marriage, but those young masters from wealthy families would run away faster than rabbits as soon as they heard it was her, and some even threatened to kill themselves to refuse to marry her.

谁也不想娶个母老虎回家，天天挨揍啊。

This time, Wang Ruoshu rushed to Nanyang on horseback, following orders from her grandfather, Wang Jian.

Although Wang Jian had retired, this brilliant strategist, the only one of the four great generals of the Warring States period to die a natural death, possessed wisdom and strategy far beyond that of ordinary people.

He calculated the days, and realized that His Majesty's fleet should have returned to Xianyang long ago.

Now he is stuck in Nanyang, with no news of him whatsoever. Something is definitely amiss.

Suspicious, he sent his most beloved granddaughter to investigate.

When Li Si heard that Wang Ruoshu was requesting an audience, his scalp tingled, but he dared not refuse to see her.

He steeled himself and went out to greet them.

"Your subject Li Si greets Third Lady."

Wang Ruoshu nodded slightly in return, her tone neither humble nor arrogant.

"Prime Minister Li, there's no need for such formalities."

She cut to the chase: "I have come on my grandfather's orders. May I ask, Prime Minister Li, why has His Majesty not returned yet?"

Li Si's heart skipped a beat.

His Majesty's affairs must never be leaked.

His mind raced, and he immediately made up a lie.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty is blessed with boundless good fortune. He was fortunate enough to encounter a fairy island in the East Sea."

"The Marquis of Tongwu and Minister Meng are deeply blessed and have the good fortune to accompany His Majesty to the island for cultivation, which has delayed their journey."

"A fairy island?"

Wang Ruoshu clearly did not believe this explanation.

She grew up listening to her grandfather's stories of war and conquest, and always scoffed at these fantastical tales of immortals.

"Since it is a celestial island, may I ask, Prime Minister Li, where is this celestial island?"

Before her grandfather left, he instructed her to see His Majesty and her father at all costs.

Because she was a girl, young, and the Emperor's granddaughter, even if she caused a huge disaster, she would at most be scolded.

With that in mind, she approached Li Si step by step.

Why is Prime Minister Li hesitating?

"Do you think I'm easy to fool, a mere woman?"

"If you don't tell me, I will write a letter and ask my grandfather to come to Nanyang in person to ask you!"

"Don't!"

Li Si was so frightened he almost lost his mind.

Please invite Wang Jian?

That would be terrible!

He knew better than anyone how formidable the old general was; his eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts.

My little tricks were as laughable as a three-year-old child in front of that person.

If Wang Jian were to find out that His Majesty had gone missing and that he was fabricating lies, the old man would probably draw his sword and kill him on the spot.

In his desperation, Li Si didn't care about anything else.

He raised his hand and pointed randomly in the east.

"Over there...over there!"

"Go east for more than 500 li, and you will find the Immortal Island."

Wang Ruoshu looked in the direction he pointed and stopped asking questions.

"Thank you for informing me, Minister Li."

She nodded, turned and left without any hesitation.

As Li Si watched her departing figure, he realized that his back was completely soaked.

……

three days later.

As the sun sets, it turns the sea into a golden hue.

Zhang Ying, wearing baggy shorts and flip-flops, strolled along the fine sand.

The tide is out, it's the perfect time for beachcombing.

As he walked, he muttered to himself.

This is a bit illogical.

Logically speaking, in this era of highly advanced technology, marine pollution is becoming increasingly serious.

Surely there must be some modern trash like plastic bottles and packaging bags on the beach of this deserted island?

But he stayed on the island for three years and never saw a plastic bottle cap, only airplane wreckage.

It's too clean.

It was eerily clean.

He looked into the distance, following the light of the setting sun.

suddenly.

He stopped in his tracks.

There seems to be something lying on the beach ahead.

It was a human figure.

Zhang Ying narrowed her eyes and quickly walked over.

He only saw it clearly when he got closer.

It turned out to be a woman.

A delicate woman dressed in ancient blue clothing?

She lay motionless on the beach, her fate unknown.

Zhang Ying squatted down and reached out to check the woman's breath.

It was ice-cold, without a trace of airflow.

He then touched the woman's wrist, but could not find a pulse.

Just as he was about to get up, he heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.

Ying Zheng, Wang Ben, and Meng Yi arrived.

When Wang Ben saw the person lying on the beach, he was struck dumb.

"Shu'er!"

He let out a piercing roar and scrambled forward.

"Shu'er! My Shu'er!"

Wang Ben held his daughter tightly in his arms, his weathered face filled with despair.

With trembling hands, he checked his daughter's breath and pulse again.

There was nothing there.

Dead silence.

This iron-blooded general, who had killed countless enemies on the battlefield and never frowned, now held his daughter's cold body and wept bitterly.

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi stood there, looking at each other in disbelief.

Wang Ben's daughter, Wang Ruoshu? How did she end up here?

Zhang Ying was also stunned.

Judging from the three men's reactions, they knew this woman.

He sized up the woman.

Her long hair was disheveled like seaweed, her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were blue.

Although he was in a disheveled state, the contours of his face were extremely refined, exuding a blend of heroic spirit and aloofness.

Her figure is also exquisite and shapely.

For three years, in this godforsaken place, the first living people he saw besides himself were three old men.

Now, I've finally met a woman.

She's also an extremely beautiful woman.

Unfortunately, he was dead.

"My son... I'm so sorry..."

Wang Ben's cries were heart-wrenching. He held Wang Ruoshu tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

He could clearly feel that his daughter's body was getting colder and colder.

This daughter, who had followed him around since childhood, wielding swords and spears with more courage than any man, is gone just like that.

Meng Yi stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and tried to comfort him, but he couldn't utter a single word.