[Selfcest] [Novella] [Ying Zheng × Zheng] [The logic is a little shaky] [I might forget to tie up some foreshadowing] [Feel free to criticize or drop it] [Pure fiction, not historical fact] [Entertainment comes first]
His name was Ying Zheng. He was the First Emperor, the ruler of all under Heaven, a name that history would remember with awe and loneliness.
On a night when Mars appeared in the Heart constellation, a beam of white light fell into the Xianyang Palace. He found someone who looked exactly like him.
The man said his name was Zheng, and that he had returned from the end of time. His eyes held no reverence for an emperor, only the calm of someone who had seen it all, and a deep, hidden tenderness that made Ying Zheng’s heart burn.
Zheng said the Qin dynasty had only fifteen years left. Zheng said someone close to His Majesty would betray him. Zheng said, “I won’t let those people get away with it.”
Ying Zheng believed in neither fate nor Heaven, nor any other person. But he began to believe what he saw in this man’s eyes.
When the conspiracy came to light and blades in the shadows turned toward the emperor’s throat, Zheng ran barefoot into the great hall of Xianyang Palace. This time, he would not let history repeat itself. This time, the soul that had wandered alone for more than two thousand years would shield his younger self from every storm.
All encounters in this world are reunions after long separations.
And in this lifetime, in this winter, the First Emperor finally waited for the person who had truly returned for him.
