I transmigrated into the body of a young eunuch about to be executed at the moment Qin Shi Huang died.
Zhao Gao held out a cup of poisoned wine to me.
I looked up and described the hidden pattern on the jade pendant at his belt. I had “seen” it in historical records the night before, when Li Si and Zhao Gao were meeting in secret. His hand froze in midair.
