247 BC, Xianyang Palace. A dull coughing sound resounded in the palace, four black curtains dropped, and the person on the bed was left with only one breath left. The cloudy eyeballs suddenly became shiny, and a blush appeared on his face. The man sat up suddenly and said in a weak but majestic voice: Summoning Lord Yongyang, Queen Mother Huayang, Prime Minister, and Zong Zheng to come to discuss matters. I want to explain the affairs of the deceased. The maids and chambermaids in the palace all fell to their knees, trembling all over.
