A long historical political thriller
[History + First Emperor + Transmigration + First Person + Heartfelt]
In the main hall of Xianyang Palace, a man below the steps bows with a lamp in his hands.
“Your Majesty, I can use the Seven Star Lamp to extend your life by ten years.”
“Granted.”
He abruptly looks up. “Why does Your Majesty have no doubts?”
I run my hand over the bamboo slips on the desk. The ink is still wet.
“Since I took personal control of the government, no fewer than twenty people have claimed to be visitors from later generations. One Chu man offered papermaking, and a traveler from Yan made horseshoes.” My fingertip pauses over the characters for “Emperor.” “You called me ‘First Emperor’ without thinking. That is the posthumous title I will receive after my death. People from the future never seem to learn to address me differently.”
The flame wavers in his hands.
“The art of extending life...” I gaze at the deepening dusk beyond the hall…
