In 221 BC, at the celebration banquet in Xianyang Palace, Qin Wangzheng toasted.
"The world is united!"
In the flickering candlelight, the envoys from the Six Nations looked pale. At the bottom of the steps, a young swordsman in a dark short coat lowered his head, his fingertips caressing the broken sword at his waist - only two-thirds of the blade was left, and the fracture looked like it had been chewed by a giant beast, but there were dark red lines flowing on the sword's spine.
His name is Jing Li, Jing Ke's nephew.
That night, his uncle's body was hung on top of Xianyang City for public display, and all the Mohist assassins were surrounded and suppressed. Jing Li snatched the broken sword out of the sea of fire and fled into Zhongnan Mountain.
Three years have passed.
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It's good-looking, I love watching it. It's a plus since it doesn't have cheats or time travel.
It's good-looking, I love watching it. It's a plus since it doesn't have cheats or time travel.