My head hurts.
His temples throbbed as if he had been hit by something.
I opened my eyes drowsily, and what I saw was a pair of legs wearing black boots. The boots were old, their soles shiny and stained with dried mud.
"Zhao Gao, His Majesty summons you to see him."
Someone called me.
I subconsciously looked up and saw a face covered with stubble. The man was wearing coarse clothes and had a wooden plaque on his waist, like a chamberlain in the palace.
"What are you doing standing still? Follow me quickly!"
He urged, turned and left.
My name is Zhao Gao?
This name...
My heart skipped a beat.
Anyone who graduated from the history department doesn't know who Zhao Gao is? The one who called deer a horse, the one who brought down the Qin Dynasty, the one who was nailed to the pillar of shame by history books.
I stood up with a start and raised my legs to follow. After taking two steps, he looked down and saw that he was also wearing coarse cloth and had a wooden sign hanging around his waist with several seal characters engraved on it.
I couldn't quite understand it, but I vaguely recognized the words "palace" and "ling".
My heart sank.
The man took me through several doors and turned a few corners. The surrounding buildings are getting taller and taller, and the walls are getting thicker. There is a moist earthy smell in the air, mixed with a touch of incense.
I struggled to remember how I got here. One second I was staying up late in the dormitory to catch up on my thesis, and then I looked at the screen - I didn't recognize any of the words on the screen. Then he passed out.
There are so many portraits of Qin Shihuang painted in history books, but none of them are really as impressive as this. Just sitting there, saying nothing, but making people's legs weak.
