I Forged Qin Rule with My Remnant Soul

Imprisoned in Handan, he endured one long night after another. Carrying a fragment of a soul from a later age, he stepped into the Warring States period and became the only one to hold a lamp for the young Ying Zheng. Court intrigues played out like a game of chess, undercurrents ran deep, and people’s hearts were impossible to read. When the book-burning began and elixirs ensnared the ruler, every plan was pushed to the edge of a precipice. He laid bare the secret buried in his heart and offered himself as a sacrifice, giving the emperor a chance at eternal life. The course of the Qin Empire quietly turned. Harsh rule eased, and the fighting gradually subsided. Ying Zheng was never trapped and left to die in the palace. Once Fusu had secured his place at court, Ying Zheng laid down his imperial crown and traveled across the land in search of the everyday warmth of human life. A thousand years of Qin rule, and a different path written on a single sheet of paper. Everyone knows the First Emperor’s ambition, but no one knows that at the highest point in Xianyang, there was once a bond that transcended life and death, and even the relationship between ruler and subject. (He initially has no memories.)