If Fusu had not committed suicide, what would have happened to Da Qin?
I am Zhang Zhao, the last disciple of Qi Guoji's Academy.
That year, in the Shangjun military camp, a false edict came - Fu Su was granted death and Meng Tian was buried with him. Everyone thought that the last ray of benevolent governance in Great Qin was about to be extinguished.
Only I can see through it: this is an edict.
I took the sword from Fusu's hand and told him: "Your Highness, it's time to raise the army."
Three hundred thousand troops, fifty thousand Huns cavalry, a huge gamble.
From a scholar in the border county to the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty, I spent ten years to regain the country for Fusu, wash away the shame of the Qin Dynasty, and create an unprecedented prosperous age for the people of the world.
Hu Hai was imprisoned in the cold palace, the Huns knelt under their horses, and all the countries in the western regions bowed their heads and came to court.
History books call me "Yi Yin of Qin". Before Fusu died, he held my hand and said, "Without you, I would have been gone long ago."
But no one knows that behind every comeback is my desperate move as a chess player.
——This is the battlefield of counselors. There is no blood, but it is more dangerous than swords.
Open this book and see how a scholar used his wisdom to move the world and rewrite an immortal Qin Dynasty.
