After transmigrating to the Great Qin, he became Fusu’s eldest son.
To avoid being dismembered by Hu Hai, Ying Zhige volunteered himself as a poisonous strategist!
“Old man, say you’ve wiped out the nobles who’ve been sucking the Great Qin dry. You look at the corpses covering the ground, then suddenly realize there’s still a child in the house. What should you do?”
“Of course, forgive him and raise him well, so he can become a pillar of the Great Qin!”
“No, no. You should say you’ll spare him this time and hope he knows better.”
Fusu’s face lit up with sudden understanding.
“My son is wise indeed! You don’t want him to be consumed by hatred, is that it?”
“No, no. Give him some money and send him on his way. Execute the entire clan of anyone who dares help him. That’s the only way to root them out completely!”
…
“Zhige, the grassland tribes keep raiding our Great Qin. What should Grandpa do?”
“Follow the customs of the grasslands. Kill only those taller than a wheel.”
“They’ve used that strategy for years, and it hasn’t done much.”
“I mean, lay the wheel flat.”
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking