Great Qin's Calamity Star: From the Start, I Fabricated the Firstborn Son of the First Emperor

I transmigrated into the Qin Dynasty, and from the start, it was hell mode! I became a death-row prisoner in the book-burning and scholar-burying case. In three days, I’d be torn apart by chariots, and my entire clan executed! At the brink of death, the [Historical Identity Editor] suddenly awakened! Since I was going to die either way, I might as well go big! As long as it made logical sense, I could become the most mysterious “insider” in all of Qin! “Constructing a logical chain: I am Xuan Niao, a Black Ice Platform agent who infiltrated the Confucian scholars five years ago to investigate a royal secret!” “Generating evidence: the Xuan Niao brand on my right shoulder, and a classified Black Ice Platform dossier. Everything is in place!” First, Li Si, the Minister of Justice, believed me enough to spare my life. Next, I let clues slip while “suffering from amnesia”: the northern foot of Mount Li, beneath a cenotaph. When Black Ice Platform elite agents secretly broke into the tomb and pried open the long-sealed false grave, there was nothing inside but a rushing underground river and half the remains of an infant’s swaddling cloth! That night, Emperor Ying Zheng entered the imperial prison with a sword in hand, his gaze sharp as a blade. “Tell me, what lies beneath Mount Li?” That night, as I looked at his brows, so much like my own, a wild thought began to take root: Perhaps the identity I’d made up wasn’t prestigious enough. From then on, Qin had a new “ill-fated” prince, one who had clawed his way out of the imperial prison, understood power plays better than Li Si, had more support from the army than Fusu, and kept Zhao Gao awake with worry! A calamity from the heavens? Then I’ll use disaster to overcome disaster and defy fate! Political attacks at court? Let’s see how my “folk wisdom” crushes the arrogance of corrupt scholars and cruel officials! Questioning my identity? The blades of the Black Ice Platform, the sword Emperor Qin Shi Huang gripped ever tighter, and the bizarre reality that kept confirming my “lies”... They would give the final answer.