Traveling back to the eve of Qin's destruction of the six kingdoms, Zhao Yu fell silent when he looked at the Qin Wangzheng who was worried about a few cities and was upset by the alliance of the six kingdoms.
When Ying Zheng was still angry about Han, Zhao, Wei, Chu and Yanqi's leap, Zhao Yu silently presented a parchment scroll.
"What is this?" Ying Zheng frowned.
"Your Majesty, this is called a globe."
"What is this big piece?" Ying Zheng pointed to the Asian plate.
"This is our Great Qin, and these little dots around are the Six Kingdoms that Your Majesty thinks about day and night."
Ying Zheng's pupils were shocked: "What about the surrounding area?"
Zhao Yu smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, this is the Mauryan Dynasty, rich in spices and gold; this is the Roman Republic, with the craftsmen and iron ore we urgently need; here is the vast grassland to be conquered..."
From then on, Ying Zheng no longer suffered from insomnia.
He just looked at the globe every day and became more and more impatient with the envoys from the Six Nations:
"A mere South Korean dares to threaten me? Tell Wang Jian to destroy the Korean flag first!"
"What Chu Di is thousands of miles away? Tell Xiang Yan to wash his neck and wait. I want to open up the trade route to the Maurya Dynasty!"
Many years later, when the Qin cavalry was laid to rest and troops were approaching the Mediterranean, the elderly First Emperor held Zhao Yu's hand and looked at the stars in the sky:
"My dear, this ball... I haven't seen enough yet."
