Rebirth + system + imagination
Reborn as the poor little prince who had been forgotten by Ying Zheng, I decisively bound the sign-in system and ran away. Check in every day to get an army of divine soldiers, the white horse's righteousness will shock the world, the big snow dragon ride will shake up the government and the public, and Zhuge Wuhou will personally assist you. Seeing that the list of heroes is empty, Ying Zheng laments that there is no successor to the Qin Dynasty. I was disguised as a wealthy businessman and paid a private visit incognito, but I didn't know the identity of the person in front of me. I enthusiastically offered advice: "Brother, I think you look like an emperor. How about we rebel together after Ying Zheng's death?" As I was sharing the details of the rebellion, I was shocked to find two small characters engraved on the jade pendant on the other person's waist - "Ying Zheng".
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Deep in Xianyang Palace, the autumn rain beat on the broken eaves of the palace, dripping, like hitting the apex of the heart, cold and astringent. This place is so remote that even the guards on night patrol are too lazy to take a step further. Spider webs are knotted in the corners of the beams, and there is a lingering musty smell in the air.
Yingxuan wrapped himself tightly in the thin old clothes that were obviously out of season, but the cold still penetrated into the seams of his bones like needles. The pitiful bit of food on the table was so hard that it could knock out his teeth. He nibbled on it in small bites, while the corner of his eye sharply scanned the dead courtyard outside the window.
A child without a mother is no better than a weed in this man-eating Qin Palace. The weeds could still get some rain and dew, but all he got was the threat of disappearing quietly.
Bite! It is detected that the host has a strong will to survive, and the 'Emperor Hegemony Sign-in System' is successfully bound!
A cold and abrupt mechanical sound exploded in his mind.
Yingxuan froze suddenly, and stopped chewing food, but deep in his eyes,
