Destiny Is the Highest

He is the "Qin dog" that everyone in Handan City shouts and beats, and he is the trembling proton in his mother's arms. Before he was nine years old, he lived only for one thing - not to be beaten to death by Zhao people. Until that day, his father died and he became King of Qin. The road back to Xianyang is paved with thorns: his grandmother wants to depose him, his brother wants to kill him, powerful ministers treat him as a puppet, and the queen mother and her lover control the harem. He sat on the throne in a pool of blood and sharpened his fangs on the tip of his sword. Fortunately, there is still an Afang. She handed him a piece of wheat cake, and he offered her the whole world. But Zhao's cavalry came, and the brother's rebel flag was raised, and the sharpest knife was placed on Afang's neck. Ying Zheng looked at the war-torn land, and there was no youthful tenderness in his eyes. "Do you want the country or her?" "I want both." "Destiny only allows you to choose one." He smiled. That would be outrageous.