My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed, and Qin Shi Huang Forced Me to Build an Empire Where the Sun Never Sets

After transmigrating to the Great Qin dynasty, Ying Wuyou just wants to keep his head down until the Incident at Shaqiu, then run off with the treasury and become a wealthy man in Baiyue, living off his riches until the end of his days.

Who could have guessed that his inner thoughts would accidentally be exposed, and that the First Emperor would discover the world map and bulletproof carriage hidden under his bed on the spot?

“You insolent wretch! Not only did you secretly make a dragon robe, you dare claim my Great Qin is only the size of a fingernail?!”

To save his own skin, Ying Wuyou is forced to produce potatoes that yield ten thousand jin per mu. He also uses middle-school chemistry to send every alchemist digging for coal in Shanxi.

He thinks that once he's saved his life, he can go back to lying flat. Instead, the entire court has fallen into a state of “Di-hua” delusion!

The scrap paper he casually uses to level a table leg is examined by the Mohist leader, who clings to his leg and weeps: “This is immortal physics! I, an old man, would gladly empty your chamber pots for the rest of my life!”

A casual explanation of the lever principle makes the eldest prince, Fusu, tear up the Analects on the spot and force all the scholars in the realm to haul manure and farm in the back courtyard!

The strategist Zhang Liang hurls a 120-jin iron hammer, but it can't even scratch the cement-plated car Ying Wuyou built. Terrified, he applies overnight to work at the factory as a junior bookkeeping clerk!

Worst of all is the First Emperor! After giving up elixirs, this emperor who will go down in history is stronger than an ox. He's become the most terrifying construction foreman of all time, showing up every day with the Tai'e Sword to demand new blueprints.

“Number Nine! Pig iron is too brittle to withstand gunpowder? Make steel! Great Qin's torrent of steel will crush the Xiongnu royal court!”

Looking at Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Chu, swinging a sledgehammer in the blazing-hot workshop, and Liu Bang, the founding emperor of Han, frantically washing stinky socks in the back courtyard, Ying Wuyou throws his head back and howls:

“Father, I really just want to be a salted fish! When will this never-setting sun of Great Qin finally be finished?!”