The First Emperor's Last Will: I Actually Have an Older Brother

In the 37th year of the First Emperor's reign, at the Palace of Sand Dunes, the First Emperor lay dying in his enormous carriage, looking at Zhao Gao, Li Si, and the others.

He roared in fury, but all he got in return were looks as if they were already gazing at a dead man.

The realm was on the brink of chaos, the people were fading away, and the land was about to collapse.

As the First Emperor neared death, he thought of an older boy he had once called his big brother when he was young.

It was in Handan, Zhao, during those desolate years, that an older child had taught him.

“A Zheng, recite the thousand-character text I just wrote.”

“Heaven is dark, earth is yellow; the universe is vast and wild. Spring comes, summer departs; autumn harvests, winter stores!”

“Why did you hit me?”

“A Zheng, how many times have I told you? It's autumn harvests, winter stores. ‘Store’ means to put things away.”

“I told you, I don't like studying. I like learning how to wage war and the art of kingship!”

“A Zheng, if you don't even know how to wipe out petty villains, how can you wage war?”

“You know how. You teach me!”

“I won't!”

Big Brother, are you coming to teach me now?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.