At the end of the tunnel, the backyard of the Prince's Mansion is at your feet. The leading assassin grinned gloomily. His name was Wei Jiu. He used to be Lord Ningling of the Wei Kingdom. In the 22nd year of the First Emperor's reign, the Wei Kingdom was crushed by the Qin army. He was reduced to a commoner and sent thousands of miles away. At first, he only hated Ying Zheng and didn't take Fusu seriously at all - in his eyes, Fusu and Hu Hai had the same virtues and were weak and lacked courage. But Fusu suddenly changed: the Xiongnu were beaten to pieces in the battle on the grassland, hundreds of thousands of prisoners were brought back as coolies, and the corvee service in the Qin Dynasty was suddenly lightened; Qin paper and Qin pens were produced again, and scholars all over the world were so grateful; the Prince's Mansion was recruiting talents from all over the world, and this slap was directly slapped on the face of Wei Jiu and the old nobles. The people are no longer making trouble, but they still start a ridiculous rebellion? What made Wei Jiu even more furious was that he heard that Fusu had also developed a high-yielding grain. He gripped the dagger tightly and lowered his voice: "Do it."
