Farewell to the Qin Dynasty

In 210 BC, the First Emperor died in a sand dune. Hu Hai usurped the throne and Zhao Gao came to power. The city of Xianyang was filled with blood and the Ying clan was massacred with blood. I, Ying Yan, a graduate student in the Department of Modern History, became Ziying's eldest son when I opened my eyes. The date of Da Qin's death is engraved in my mind, and my father's ending is engraved in my mind: Three years later, Zhao Gao killed Hu Hai and made Ziying the king of Qin. After reigning for 46 days, Liu Bang's troops came to the city and Ziying surrendered. A month later, Xiang Yu entered Xianyang, slaughtered all the Ying clan, burned Epang Palace, and the Qin Dynasty was completely destroyed. The whole world knows that Ziying must die and Da Qin must perish. Only I know that history needs to be changed. As a sixteen-year-old boy, Zhao Gao was making camp every step of the way. Taking advantage of the purge of the clan, he invited himself to be sent to Nanjun to hide his talents, gather elite soldiers, and lay a dense network. In three years, I trained three thousand dead soldiers, built a pervasive intelligence network, and laid an iron foundation in Nanjun. Ziying ascended the throne on the 46th day. When Liu Bang's troops arrived at Xianyang City, hundreds of officials tried to persuade him to surrender, and everyone in the court was in panic. At the moment when my father was preparing to leave the city with a plain chariot and a white horse to present the seal. I took three thousand warriors and attacked from Nanjun thousands of miles back to Xianyang! Zhao Gao? I cut it off. Liu Bang? I kicked him out. Xiang Yu? I wait. History says that the third generation of Qin died? I'm sorry, I'm here, this Great Qin, I promise you forever!