On the first day of traveling through the Qin Dynasty, I knelt in front of Qin Shihuang.
He ordered me to write down my place of origin. Trembling, I wrote the simplified Chinese characters "Beijing, China".
Ying Zheng was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Can you write 'Earth'?"
There was a map of the seven continents hanging in the palace, and the Qin army held gunpowder arrows, but the emperor who was supposed to "burn books and humiliate scholars" was actually playing with a white lighter on the imperial desk.
I was recognized as "the orphan of Lord Changping" and given the name Yingmin. The First Emperor paid a solitary visit late at night and unfolded three pieces of torn silk: "He left behind gunpowder, a map, and also predicted my death date."
"He said there would be 'latecomers'." Ying Zheng handed over the Yangyu jade pendant, "Do you know a person named 'Lu Chengyuan'?"
That's my modern name.
