Great Qin: Take a Rest, Young Master, Before Entering Daliang

In the fourth year of King Zheng of Qin, a carriage rolled leisurely into Daliang, the capital of Wei. A dozen guards rested their hands on their sword hilts, their gazes as cold as blades. The curtain lifted a little, revealing the face of a boy around thirteen or fourteen. There was still a hint of childishness in his features, but his air of nobility was impossible to hide.

“Find us an inn. Let’s rest for a while,” Ying Wei said gently.