On the day he became the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, Fusu, the First Emperor's edict was being sent to Northern Xinjiang.
In the history books, I will drink that cup of poisonous wine and let the Qin Empire collapse in three years.
But this time, I tore up the edict.
In the court, I interpreted the "Book of Shang Jun" with modern management theory; under the Great Wall, I used gunpowder and steelmaking to recast the border.
When the First Emperor placed the Tai'a sword across my neck: "Confucian scholar, do you want to bring chaos to my world?"
I raised my head to face the sword's edge: "No, Father."
"I want to give you a world that will last for thousands of years."
At this moment, history opens a new fork in the road.
