Zhu Biao Transmigrates to Great Qin, and the First Emperor Goes Wild with Joy!

Zhu Biao, the Ming Crown Prince whose life ended in tragedy, opens his eyes again only to find himself as Fusu, the First Emperor's eldest son. He looks at the old man in front of him, still scolding him. That's my dad, the First Emperor? Am I being lectured by my dad for opposing the burning of books and burying of scholars? Zhu Biao immediately declares, "Kill them. Bury them all!" Although later generations haven't recorded much about this period of Great Qin's history, he remembers enough. "Kill them! Why have you killed so few? Father, you're being foolish! Kill those alchemists in the palace too." "What? Chunyu Yue and the other old men want to guilt-trip me with moral principles?" Fusu: "Benevolence is what I stand for. Wiping out your entire clan is how I do it." The First Emperor: "Good son, stop killing them! If you keep going, no one will be left to run the court." Fusu: "Old man, when it comes to killing officials, you're nowhere near as good as my other father in the Ming. Kill them! If I don't, I'll hardly deserve my reputation for benevolence." Fusu: "General Meng Tian, are the 300,000 troops ready? I want to change the face of Great Qin." "So you're Zhao Gao, the man who wants to climb step by step to the very top?" Zhu Biao: "No rush to kill him. I'll take my time playing with him!" "Brother Hai, I see your injuries have improved. I've come today to return you to the way you were before." One small beating every day and one big beating every three days. Did you think my reputation for beating up my younger brother in Ming was undeserved? Hu Hai grew visibly fatter. Late at night, the First Emperor sat on the edge of his bed, deep in thought. Why is Fusu the one who should be known for benevolence, not me?