In 219 BC, it had been three years since the Qin Dynasty destroyed the six kingdoms and unified the world. The morning court at Zhangtai Palace in Xianyang had just ended, and Ying Zheng was wearing a black dragon robe with gold patterns and sitting on the high throne. "Li Si, what do you think of what the ministers said today?"
Li Si slightly raised his hand and said, "What is your Majesty referring to?"
He knew exactly what Ying Zheng was asking, but at the moment he could only pretend to be confused and dare not answer the question. "Forget it."
Ying Zheng waved his hand, "What is Ying Mu doing recently?"
Li Si's face turned bitter, and he said bravely: "Ninth Young Master... Is forging iron."
