Great Qin: The Ancestral Dragon Dreams of the Future and Helps Me Ascend the Throne

"Your Majesty, the Lion King is old. He ought to take a rest. While you still have the strength, why not enjoy the Peacock Consort, the Maya princess, and the Persian beauties, and have a few more children?"

Ying Yu, a history PhD, transmigrated and became Ying Zheng's ninth son. To fulfill his dream of ascending to immortality, he finally began forcing his father's hand.

"Seize this unfilial son!" the First Emperor roared.

Zhang Han: Your Majesty, I'm left with no troops under my command!

Li Si: Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince is a sage reincarnated!

Meng Tian: Your Majesty, I swear my life-long loyalty to Great Qin!

Fusu: Father, Ninth Brother has ordered me to guard Roma. Good heavens, Roma alone is bigger than our Great Qin.

"Heh heh, you unfilial son. Do you think you could have pulled this off if I hadn't secretly helped you?" the First Emperor said slyly.

The First Emperor had an eerily vivid nightmare.

Three years later, he would die suddenly at Shaqiu. Several blood-faced demons would forge an imperial edict and usurp the throne, his children would be slaughtered to the last, and his most trusted ministers would be framed one after another. The Qin Empire would finally be reduced to scorched earth.

The First Emperor was afraid. Before he died, he vowed to choose a crown prince and remove every obstacle in his path.

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