Poverty Alleviation in Qin: A Sky-High Review of "I Am the Female Prime Minister of All Time&qu

In front of Xianyang Palace.

"Send word to summon all the princes and princesses of the harem to come to the front of Zhangtai Palace to watch together."

The imperial decree was delivered very quickly.

Before long, the square in front of Zhangtai Palace was filled with people.

Civil and military officials lined up on both sides, all dressed neatly, with different expressions.

The princes and princesses of the harem arrived from their respective palaces, and their attendants led them to their designated positions.

The eldest son, Fusu, walked at the front, his gaze sweeping across the sky, his mind slightly focused.

Among them, the eighteenth prince, Hu Hai, stood at the back of the crowd, his face showing great impatience. If it weren't for the fact that this was his father's order, he would have already turned his sleeves and gone back to the palace to play.

Ying Zheng stood at the top of the steps, his gaze fixed on the sky.

This review should provide more detailed information about Song Ye.

Today we'll be talking about Song Ye and his entourage heading to Xianyang, but before we begin, we need to discuss the First Emperor of Qin, the First Emperor of All Time—Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng.

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of images flashed across the sky.

From the Qin army's iron cavalry to the Qin people, and then to the Qin Emperor's Xianyang Palace.

Then, a soul-searching question resounded throughout the Qin Dynasty.

"King Ying Zheng of Qin! Have you forgotten the great ambition of your ancestors to unify the world?"

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When the onlookers realized what Tianmu was talking about, they all instinctively gasped.

Who dares to address His Majesty by his name?

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The common people of each county knelt down without prior arrangement.

The scene was in uproar.

Some people's teeth chattered, and they bit their lips tightly to keep from screaming. Their hands dug deep into the soil, their fingers filled with mud and sand.

On the street, a woman hurriedly covered her child's mouth and pressed his head down to prevent him from looking up at the sky, her eyes filled with anxiety and fear.

Merchants and farmers huddled together, their breaths shallow and rapid, barely daring to exhale.

To call the emperor by his name in private is a heinous crime. Now that His Majesty's name is openly called out in the sky, everyone is afraid of being implicated and wishes they could bury themselves in the ground.

Many elderly people felt cold all over, their backs trembling uncontrollably. They buried their heads on the ground and prayed silently, hoping that this strange celestial phenomenon would not bring disaster to their village.

The entire street was completely silent; not a single person dared to stand up straight.

Inside the county government building.

Besides Song Ye and Zhang Liang, Cao Can and Xiao He, who had also arrived, all knelt down.

Song Ye: The new China has no slavery, no kneeling.

Zhang Liang: You want me to kneel before a tyrant? Dream on!

"..."

"Get up, all of you. What are you afraid of?" After saying that, Song Ye glanced at Zhang Liang thoughtfully.

I thought to myself: This Comrade Zhang San has a bright future; he is fearless in the face of danger!

Who would have thought that the other party was simply a remnant of the six kingdoms, someone they would disdain?

...

Zhangtai Palace.

Li Si lay prone on the high platform, his back soaked with cold sweat, his heart filled with shock.

Throughout the world, officials and commoners alike must avoid using the emperor's name when it is mentioned, as it is a serious crime to accidentally utter it in private. Yet this otherworldly being above the heavens dares to call out "Ying Zheng" without any restraint.

He publicly and sternly questioned the First Emperor, displaying an arrogance never before seen in history.

Thinking of this, Li Si secretly clenched his sleeves, marveling in his heart at how bold people of later generations were, completely unafraid of imperial power and authority, daring to directly criticize the emperor in front of all the people of the world.

Feng Quji, Wang Ben, and the other civil and military officials beside him all lowered their heads and dared not raise their heads. They all had the same thought in their hearts: that future generations would be lawless and unruly. If this were the territory of the Great Qin, such treasonous words would have already implicated their relatives and subjected them to the most severe punishment.

But at the same time, a thought arose in everyone present:

What kind of being could be so brazen as to question the First Emperor of Qin from afar?

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and looked down at the civil and military officials who were all kneeling and bowing below him. His face was calm and showed no emotion.

Was it the great ambition of the Qin rulers to unify the world?

Forget? How can I forget?

I will never forget it for a moment.

In an instant, an even sharper and more piercing sound descended from the sky.

It seemed to be a response to the previous question, but also carried a hint of accusation and confusion:

"I haven't forgotten!"

"Have I forgotten?"

"I was born a hostage, who has ever helped me?"

"The Zhao people spat on the late king's face, and their whips lashed my body!"

"Where were the Qin people then? Where were the rulers of past dynasties?" As the words fell, the voice trembled slightly.

"I am now the King of Qin! In the future, I will be the King of the whole world!"

One poignant question after another resounded throughout the heavens and the earth, and the common people of Qin lay prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

The reaction of the remnants of the six states was somewhat subtle.

He wanted to mock Ying Zheng, who had been a hostage in the State of Zhao, but when the mockery reached his lips, he found that he couldn't laugh at all.

Because that man really did it.

The sky shifts and the scene freezes on the high platform in front of Zhangtai Palace.

The man wore a dark robe with dragon patterns, a Qin-style ceremonial robe, with black and gold intertwined dragon patterns woven into the body of the robe, a vermilion belt around his waist, and white jade pendants hanging from it.

Qin Shi Huang wore a crown that reached the heavens. The crown was jet black, with a golden Boshan at the front and twelve colorful pearl tassels hanging down. The jade beads swayed gently in the breeze, obscuring most of his eyebrows and eyes, leaving only his cold and sharp jawline.

Standing on the white jade steps, his feet clad in vermilion shoes, he exuded an aura of imperial majesty and supreme authority.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

After a long silence, Ying Zheng slowly stepped down from the white jade steps.

The twelve jade beads swayed gently with his movements, unable to conceal the deep, brooding glint in his eyes. His eyes were as cold and deep as a pool, concealing the bitter grievances accumulated during his childhood as a hostage, as well as the imperial aura of a ruler who could unify the eight wastelands.

There was not a trace of rage or loss of composure, only a heavy sense of loneliness and an indescribable melancholy, which swept over the kneeling officials.

"Wang Jian".

"Your subject is here."

"I'm going to take my revenge."

"yes!"

The sky shifts, and the Qin cavalry sweeps across the six kingdoms, accompanied by a sweet recap:

In 230 BC, Qin conquered Han.

In 228 BC, the Qin army captured Handan, and the State of Zhao was destroyed.

In 227 BC, Prince Dan of Yan sent Jing Ke to assassinate the King of Qin.

In 226 BC, Qin conquered Ji, the capital of Yan, and King Xi of Yan retreated to Liaodong.

In 225 BC, Wang Ben conquered Daliang, and the State of Wei was destroyed.

In 224 BC, Wang Jian and Meng Wu led an army of 600,000 to attack Chu.

In 223 BC, the capital of Chu, Shouchun, fell, and the state of Chu was destroyed.

In 222 BC, Qin conquered Dai and Liaodong, completely destroying the Yan state.

In 221 BC, the state of Qi fell, unifying the country. King Ying Zheng of Qin proclaimed himself the First Emperor.

As the words fell, the image on the sky slowly froze.

An eight-foot-tall man stood before a map of the world, marking the territories of the six states of Han, Zhao, Wei, Chu, Yan, and Qi with thick black crosses, all belonging to the territory of the Great Qin.

The camera pulls back, finally settling on the emperor's broad and composed back.

Behind him stood only Li Si.

"Get up, why are you all kneeling?" Ying Zheng's tone was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

As soon as the words were spoken, the civil and military officials on the steps, along with the princes and princesses behind them, looked up in surprise.