The Great Qin Empire's Prime Minister Wushuang

Da Qin When I opened my eyes, I became Lao Ai. In the ninth year of the First Emperor's reign, the countdown to the punishment of chariot breaking was less than one year. Good news: I am a doctor of pre-Qin history, and I am familiar with every move Qin made to destroy the six kingdoms. Bad news: I am the Queen Mother's male favorite, a thorn in Ying Zheng's side, and a rebellious official who has been stamped in the history books. In the court, Lu Buwei was waiting for me to die. Deep in the palace, the Queen Mother is waiting for me to rebel. And my title of "fake father" is the two words that Ying Zheng hates most in his life. Everyone thinks I'm dead. But they don't know - I hold the key points of the Six Kingdoms in my hands, I have the blueprints of counties and counties in my chest, and I have all the answers in my mind that are enough to prevent Da Qin from taking a hundred years of detours. I don't rebel. I bow to Ying Zheng. I acted as a riding guide and let him shoot the buck. I sent the treasury account books to his desk. I started from the humblest staff member and let him see with his own eyes how a "damn male favorite" turned into the sharpest knife around him. Some people called me cowardly, others laughed at me for destroying the Great Wall. Until Ying Zheng worshiped me as his father-in-law in public at the grand ceremony of annihilation of the country, and the history books carved my name on the bamboo slips - not a rebellious minister, not a coward, but the true founder of the empire. They say there are no ifs in history. Then I will let history know: I have written this if.