Great Qin: I Save the First Emperor from the Start, and My Territory Is Exposed

The thirty-seventh year of Qin Shi Huang's reign, the sixteenth day of the eighth month.

Today had been especially terrible for Prince Zhehua. After transmigrating here years ago, he had always thought of a man as his "uncle," only to discover that he was actually his own father.

Can you believe this? Zhehua looked utterly stunned.

And damn it, he was also that short-lived Fusu, a son who was destined to become a burial offering.

Qin Shi Huang would die in just five days. Damn this wretched Heaven, it wasn't going to let anyone live!

Gritting his teeth, Zhehua decided to save Qin Shi Huang from the start, then tricked him into going to inspect the construction of the Great Wall.

But disaster struck: he had forgotten about his own territory, and everything blew up right then and there.

Qin Shi Huang broke into his granaries one by one. It was bad enough that they were exposed, but then...

Ying Zheng: I'm done pretending. My grandson has a little land, and that million mu of farmland is all mine. Why am I suddenly speaking with a Henan accent?

Fusu: I'm done pretending. I heard my son is richer than a kingdom, so he called me back to live off him.

Wang Xia: I'm done pretending. My son is so wonderful. A good son is a treasure.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.