The First Emperor with Two Souls: Ying Zheng and I Share One Body

I transmigrated and became Ying Zheng, the emperor who would rule for the ages. But the script was all wrong: the original owner of this body was still living inside me. He wasn't a System or some old master. He was the thirteen-year-old young ruler who had taken power and would one day conquer the six kingdoms. We shared one body and two souls, sharing every sensation. He could hear all my modern-day grumbling, while I could sense his every calculation as an emperor. We became the strangest alliance in history. He used my knowledge of the next thousand years to crush our enemies with a vast advantage, while I relied on his imperial cunning to stir up the world. We destroyed Lao Ai, dismissed the Lü clan, and pacified the six kingdoms. We were the confidants who understood each other best, and two halves that could never be separated. We both thought we were working together to build a stronger Qin unlike any other. It wasn't until the Fengshan Ceremony on Mount Tai, when thunder struck down from the heavens, that I realized a force known as the "power of historical correction" was determined to erase our impossible symbiosis. On the night at Shaqiu, the history books record that he died suddenly of an illness. But the truth was, I burned my soul to defy fate and change his destiny, while he gave me all his remaining life force, leaving behind only one sentence: "A world without you is nothing but a bigger