The day I became Fusu, the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, the First Emperor's edict was already on its way to the northern frontier.
According to the history books, I would drink that cup of poison, and three years later, the Qin Empire would crumble.
But this time, I tore up the edict.
In court, I used modern management theory to explain The Book of Lord Shang. Beneath the Great Wall, I reforged the frontier with gunpowder and steelmaking.
When the First Emperor laid the Tai'a Sword against my neck, he said, “Scholar, do you mean to throw my realm into chaos?”
I raised my head to meet the blade. “No, Father.”
“I mean to give you a realm that will endure for a thousand years.”
At that moment, history split open onto a brand-new path.
