I woke up to find that I had transmigrated to the Great Qin, and was none other than Ying Zheng, just eight years old.
I'm still a child, and still a hostage in Zhao. My father hasn't become king of Qin, and neither has my grandfather. What do I do?
Urgent, waiting for answers online!
Ding! The Eternal Emperor System has awakened.
Ying Zheng: "The state of Qin has fought for five hundred and fifty years to unite all under heaven. The bloodline of thirty-one former kings flows through me, and only now has the will of Heaven revealed itself. When the lands of the world have all become Qin's through your battles, I will no longer be a king. I will become the first emperor."
Transmigrating to the Great Qin and becoming Qin Shi Huang, the Eternal Emperor, with the haughty Fei Yan, the sexy Yan Lingji, and the mysterious Moon Goddess: you will all be mine. I will crush every last thing in this world.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Historically, Ying Zheng boarded the plane at the age of 12. You are not yet the emperor, and you are still questioned by ministers. If the original Qin Shihuang had resigned from them, you, a time traveler, would not be as good as the ancient Ying Zheng, and you would not have as many women as the original Ying Zheng.
Just change your name to the First Prince, you've written 2 million words, and you're still the Prince! What kind of ghostly prince has he become? Holy your mother sells batches
The first part was pretty good, but when I wrote about Zhao Ji's pregnancy, I didn't want to read it.
When did the capital of Qin become Handan? Is the author educated?
I'm also drunk. I've written nearly six hundred chapters and I'm still not proclaimed emperor. I'm still just a prince.
Ying Zheng is already eight years old, is his grandfather still not the King of Qin? Why the hell don't you? When Ying Zheng returned to Qin at the age of 9, his father was the King of Qin. There must be a limit to your fucking random writing. It doesn't matter if you haven't read a book. You have to check the basic information before writing. Whether it is history, TV series or animation, no matter how they film it, these basic information will not be wrong. Why are you writing a novel without any brains? Go back and raise pigs, don't be embarrassed here
Didn't anyone in Feilu write about the diverse Qin Empire?
What kind of nonsense are you writing? Wasn't Lao Ai dead long ago? Didn't Ying Zheng come from time travel? Wasn't Li Si and Han Fei conquered by Ying Zheng himself? Lu Buwei has been loyal to Ying Zheng since he was the prince. How dare he sleep with Zhao Ji? Isn't Zhao Ji innocent and simple? Why did she become wanton? Can't Ying Zheng's Emperor's Divine Conferment Technique be practiced to the point of ascension? Why does Xu Fu need to refine the elixir?
I hope we don't let the protagonist have too many harems. If you open up a harem, you'll be unwatchable.
When you rule the world, whoever you want to call home will be your home in the world, and you will be loved by thousands of families. I will be like yesterday's flower; I have no worries about you, who can wander around the world? The courtiers are waiting for the cold weather at dawn, but I already have frost on my temples; Waiting for you to serve in the army for half your life, who can you talk to about Sang Ma and Guanshan? When you become successful and famous, who will spend the time before and after the moon, regret teaching your husband and son-in-law to seek a title, I have already made up my mind; When you are famous all over China, whoever you want to sing and ride horses will be illusory and unreal, and the heart is not enough. I am tired of fighting; When your strings are broken and your tone collapses, whoever you want to have green hair and white hair, plum wife and crane child will go and indulge, I will die of old age in the fields; When you don't have her anymore, who will you allow me to have simple meals and tea? Thousands of sails are fighting to cross the blue sea, and I have been lucky enough to be with her; Waiting for you to be a proud man, whoever you want to marry will be dressed in red. Fame and fortune are hard to resist, but I have been married to the wrong person; When you are rich and prosperous, I promise you ten miles of peach blossoms and half of the thin fields to be full for life. I have sown beans and reaped melons; When you put on your cassock, I promise you to let go of your lovesickness. The flowing water has no intention of falling in love with the falling flowers. I have already participated in the true and false.