Great Qin: My Inn Talks About the Three Kingdoms, and Ying Zheng Asks Me for Advice

The thirty-second year of the Great Qin dynasty.

At the Laifu Inn in the northern suburbs of Xianyang, the young Bai Chen slapped his wooden block on the table.

"Virtue belonged to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors; fame and glory to the Xia, Shang, and Zhou."

"Five hegemons vied for power in the Spring and Autumn period; history passed through rise and fall."

"A few names remain in the history books; countless barren mounds dot Beiman Hill."

"The fields of those before us are gathered by those who come after. What are all these struggles for power and glory?"

"Today's story is called Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

And so he began telling the tale of the Three Kingdoms.

Little did he know that Ying Zheng, traveling incognito, was seated right below him.

Ying Zheng: "Anyone who can tell a masterpiece like Romance of the Three Kingdoms must be as clever as a demon!"

Everyone agreed.

"Young Bai, how do you think we should defend against the Xiongnu beyond the passes?"

"Young Bai, which of my sons do you think can inherit my everlasting legacy?"

"Young Bai, can anyone in this world live forever?"

Bai Chen: "Stop asking, stop asking! I'm just a storyteller. What the heck would I know?"

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