Great Qin: I’m in the Pit, and I’ve Just Finished Burning the Books!

“Director, read a book! The Qin dynasty fell after just fifteen years. How could it last for ages?” “Qin Shi Huang? He’s been dead for over two thousand years!” “Qin Er Shi was an idiot, Zhao Gao was a treacherous minister, Meng Tian was forced to die, Li Si was executed by being cut in half, and the remnants of the Six States were still around, with every faction harboring rebellious ambitions. It would be stranger if the Qin dynasty didn’t fall!” “Did you all somehow slip through nine years of compulsory education without learning anything? How can you know so little about history?” “Director! We’re just talking about the Qin dynasty. Why are you so worked up? What’s it got to do with you?” “We’re discussing the plot, so speak your mind! What do you think, Director?” That was what Hualong said to the director in front of him. He had only dozed off outside the film set, but somehow, for no apparent reason, he transmigrated to the Qin dynasty. But Hualong thought he was still acting. He played along with the director and “filmed” a “drama” about a Qin dynasty that would last for ages! What? The shoot’s over, and you’re telling me this is the real Qin dynasty? Director, you mean you weren’t acting? You really are Ying Zheng? Ying Zheng: “Ahem! Sir, I was simply committed to making it feel real!” The blurb can’t do it justice. Read the story!