Sky Curtain: A Review of Historical Foes and the Secrets of Ministers

Ying Zheng thought about it more and more and more, and at this moment his desire for immortality reached its peak.

Thinking of this, an unprecedented fervor erupted in Ying Zheng's eyes.

He suddenly drew his sword, the blade pointing straight to the sky, and shouted domineeringly.

"Heavens, since you know everything and are omniscient!"

"Then could I be granted immortality?"

"As long as you can achieve immortality and preserve the foundation of the Qin Dynasty for eternity, I will give you anything you desire! Even the most precious treasures in the world, I will offer them all!"

At the very moment Ying Zheng unleashed this earth-shattering roar.

Two thousand years later, in a cramped rented room.

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Wang Xi was eating his half-cold instant noodles when a crisp notification sound suddenly popped up on his phone.

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Outside the Xianyang Palace of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng looked at the newly appeared words in the sky.

Li Shimin put down his teacup and sat up straight.

Outside the Fengtian Hall of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang also stopped cursing.

The three emperors, almost at the same time, in different times and spaces, looked at the two unfamiliar words in the sky and frowned slightly.

Immediately, their highly consistent imperial thought processes achieved logical self-consistency.

"A reward? Does this mean... a bestowal of favors?" Zhu Yuanzhang sneered.

"After all that charade, you just wanted a reward. We thought you were some kind of selfless deity. If you just wanted money, things would be easy to handle."

Li Shimin's eyes gleamed. "You can exchange rewards for divine secrets? You can even designate specific individuals for consideration? Guards, open the imperial treasury!"

"Donate...to a designated person..."

Ying Zheng stood before the palace gate, his gaze returning from the sky, his eyes filled with a desire for control.

Instead of immediately ordering Li Si to move the national treasury, he looked down at the entire court of civil and military officials from his high vantage point.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

"I really didn't know before..." Ying Zheng suddenly spoke up, "It turns out that my Great Qin actually hides so many talented people in those humble markets and remote villages."

"Zhao Tuo, who conquered a million li of territory; Xiang Yu, who burned down my Xianyang Palace; and Liu Bang, who rang the bell to list his company, the Great Han Group… and even Han Xin, the military genius who could flood Feiqiu?"

As Ying Zheng said this, a chilling sneer appeared on his lips.

The Qin courtiers thought His Majesty was about to order the execution of these traitors and their entire families, but then Ying Zheng changed the subject.

"It seems these people can't die yet."

Ying Zheng waved his sleeve domineeringly and said coldly, "I really want to see them for myself! To see just how many heads they have, daring to threaten my empire!"

"Tell Yao Jia that I will only give him fifteen days!"

"Fifteen days from now, I will see these people at Xianyang Palace."

"As for that Zhao Tuo..." A hint of disdain flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes. "Hmph, draft an edict and send it to Lingnan by express courier, ordering him to immediately return to Xianyang to see me!"

After issuing a series of decisive orders, Ying Zheng's gaze swept across the crowd.

"However, what I'm most curious about right now is something mentioned in the sky..."

Ying Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why...why did Huhai ultimately succeed to the throne?"

He slowly turned his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Zhao Gao, who was lying in a puddle of mud.

Zhao Gao felt the killing intent, and his whole body convulsed violently, as if his soul had flown to the heavens.

Ying Zheng ignored Zhao Gao; killing him at this moment would be as simple as stepping on an ant.

He raised his head again, looked at the words "donate" on the sky, and muttered to himself.

"So, as long as I provide the so-called reward for this celestial canopy, I can designate whoever I want to see?"

If we could designate either Hu Hai or Li Si to see what really happened, wouldn't the truth be revealed?

"Someone come here!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand, "Summon the eldest son, Fusu, to the study for an audience. Li Si and Zhang Han, you two come with me as well; I have something to ask you."

"The rest of you, leave the court!"

Having said that, Ying Zheng strode confidently toward the depths of the main hall.

He was now somewhat convinced of the existence of this suddenly appearing celestial canopy.

But he was, after all, a great emperor who conquered six kingdoms, and he would never be completely swayed by supernatural forces until the very last moment, nor would he make any decisions lightly.

Moreover, he had absolute confidence—

As long as Ying Zheng is alive, the world will remain stable, and all unstable factors will cease to exist in the face of absolute power.

……

The study in a side hall of Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng sat upright in a chair, with a mountain of bamboo slips piled on the long table in front of him.

Below the stage, Prime Minister Li Si and Minister of the Imperial Household Zhang Han stood respectfully, both keenly aware of the oppressive atmosphere.

Li Si kept his head down, his mind still frantically reviewing how Zhao Gao had become the prime minister.

Zhang Han was trembling with fear, and he tried to keep his breathing as still as possible, for fear of angering His Majesty.

Ying Zheng did not rush to speak, but carefully looked Zhang Han up and down.

He was fairly sturdy, but his face was simple and honest, and his eyes revealed a calculating, mercenary air. He had no trace of the ruthless spirit of a peerless general.

This seemingly insignificant tomb repairman, in the future, actually led a group of convicts to defeat an army of over 100,000.

Did they even kill Xiang Liang, a famous general of the Chu state?

Could it be... that I have truly overlooked an unparalleled military genius in the Qin court?

"Zhang Han," Ying Zheng said in a low voice.

"Your humble servant is here!" Zhang Han was startled and quickly bowed.

"Tell me honestly, have you ever led troops before? Have you ever fought in a battle?" Ying Zheng stared intently into his eyes.

Zhang Han knelt down with a thud, shaking his head vigorously. "Your Majesty, please understand! I have truly never led troops, never fought a battle!"

"Since entering the court, I have always performed the duties of a civil official, overseeing construction and calculating expenses. My greatest strengths are arithmetic and interpreting blueprints; as for military strategy and formations, I am utterly ignorant!"

He was almost in tears. What did Tianmu have to do to him that it insisted on putting such a deadly title of "God of War" on the head of a contractor like him?