I'm a burned-out office worker from the twenty-first century, and somehow I've transmigrated into the body of Fusu, the famously unlucky prince of the Qin dynasty.
At this very moment, I'm holding the poisoned wine my imperial father bestowed on me, my hands shaking like I've got Parkinson's.
The eunuch delivering the decree smiles like a blooming chrysanthemum. "Your Highness, please drink."
I splash the wine in his face. "If you're so eager to drink it, you go first!"
Then I grab General Meng Tian and run. "General, someone in Xianyang is trying to kill us!"
Meng Tian stares at me, baffled. "Your Highness, are you possessed?"
I run and shout, "Possessed, my foot! This is the start of Great Qin 2.0!"