Ying Xu transmigrated and became Qin Shi Huang’s overlooked seventeenth son.
His mother died young, his father ignored him, and his brothers pushed him aside. He decided to lie flat: grow chives, make chicken soup, and live happily as a lazy nobody. What did he care about the throne or the world?
Then one day, a sky screen stretched across Xianyang Palace, broadcasting the history of later generations to all of Great Qin:
“Ying Xu, the seventeenth son of Qin Shi Huang, led three thousand cavalry deep into the grasslands, claimed Wolf Mountain, and watered his horses at the vast northern sea. The tribes of the grasslands honored him as the ‘Heavenly Khan’!”
“He abolished cruel punishments in Lingnan and opened the Maritime Silk Road. The Hundred Yue called him the ‘Sun King,’ and the South Sea called him the ‘Sea King’!”
“He was the long-forgotten ruler who revived Great Qin!”
The chicken leg fell from Ying Xu’s hand.
The First Emperor’s gaze settled on him. Zhao Gao began sharpening his knife, Fusu grew thoughtful, and Huhai stared at him with jealousy.
Ying Xu was on the verge of tears. “I swear, that’s not me… I just wanted to make chicken soup!”
But the sky screen would not let up. It kept revealing more and more history, until everyone was convinced he was the man destined to change Great Qin’s fate.
Beneath the sky screen, the lazy nobody was forced to compete.
A transmigrator who only wanted to lie flat was forced to become the Heavenly Khan.
