The "bees with quasi-long eyes" recorded in history books are right in front of us at this moment. The bridge of his nose is as high as a bee, and his eyes are slender and deep. But what those words didn't describe were the shadows under his eyes, the knife-like wrinkles on his forehead, and the lines on his lips caused by long-term tightening.
The First Emperor looked much older than his forty-nine years. His exhaustion was not physical, but something deeper, like a deep well that was about to bottom out.
"Xu Sheng is dead." The First Emperor said, his tone as calm as if he was describing the weather, "From today on, your name will be Qin Mo. You will serve as a clerk in the Wen Palace and transcribe documents."
Qin Mo was stunned.
Not an alchemist, not an official, not even an ordinary official. Wen Dian Li - This is the lowest level of document scribe, but... This means that he survived.
"Back off."
Qin Mo kowtowed, stood up and walked backwards. It wasn't until he exited the palace door and turned around and walked into the corridor that he felt his legs trembling.
Survived.
But before he could catch his breath, an old eunuch appeared silently beside the pillar. The eunuch was as skinny as a withered bamboo, with a stooped back and cloudy eyes. He just tickled him with his skinny fingers.
Qin Mo followed hesitantly.
Without saying a word, the old eunuch led him through the intricate palace passages, and finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous small door, beckoning him to enter with his eyes.
