Xianyang, the afternoon sun slants into the yard. Ying Changqing lowered his head and looked at his hands - they were white and tender, and it looked like they had never been worked on. A social animal died suddenly in his previous life, and he traveled through time and became the son of the First Emperor, Prince Changqing. Outside the city, there was a long queue of gift-giving carriages at the gate of Zhao's mansion. Today was Zhao Gao's daughter. The dignitaries used the congratulatory message to ask Zhao Gao to persuade the emperor to resume enfeoffment. Zhao Gao? He knew this man too well.
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