The Great Qin Empire. The Ancestral Dragon is gravely ill.
Wei Zheng beheads the dragon in a dream, prolonging Ying Zheng's life.
“I feel unusually well today. How strange,” Ying Zheng says, then turns and walks into the consorts' chambers.
“Your Majesty, I feel a little tired...”
At the Flower-Moon Pavilion, the Great Qin's most important officials gather. “Young Master!”
If the First Emperor saw this scene, his jaw would surely hit the floor.
I am the mighty ruler of Great Qin. Is there even one loyal minister left?
“Your Majesty, I am still here.” Two voices ring out as Zhao Gao and Li Si bow respectfully.
Only the two traitors who would later forge the imperial edict remain.
