[Cute baby + Great Qin national destiny + hard core infrastructure + Machiavellian slap in the face]
Mount Tai was enshrined in Zen, and the bronze cauldron vibrating violently to offer sacrifices to heaven. The civil and military officials throughout the dynasty feared disaster from heaven, but the lid of the tripod opened with a bang, and a three-year-old milk dumpling carved in pink and jade crawled out.
The little girl ignored the killing intent in Qin Shihuang's eyes, hugged the thigh of the emperor of all ages, and said with a sweet voice: "Father, hug me!"
Ying Zhao, a female doctor in engineering, traveled through the Qin Dynasty with her soul, knowing full well that this huge empire was about to fall. In order to save her own father and her own life, she could only disguise the knowledge of future generations as "dreams from gods and men".
The stove with random graffiti allowed the Shaofu to smelt fine steel that was as sharp as mud; the ditches drawn by playing with mud in the fields solved the century-old drought in Guanzhong; a child's words made the deceitful alchemist group disappear into ashes.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty exclaimed: The little Emperor Ji is the destiny of the country sent from heaven! Great Qin for ten thousand years!
Until the Dune Palace incident, Zhao Gao prepared to usurp power with a false edict, but he ran into Ying Zhao who was supposed to be in Xianyang.
The three-year-old Naituanzi tilted his head, smiling softly, but his eyes held the cold oppression of a superior: "Master Zhao, why did my father's jade seal grow a second shadow?"
