On the night of his coronation, Ying Zheng asked the question he had long kept in his heart while facing an ancient bronze mirror.
A flash of light swept across the mirror's surface. He saw not only his uncle Lü Buwei's ambition to usurp the throne, but also the fate that should have awaited him:
As a son, his parentage was a mystery; as the King of Qin, power lay in other hands. Even if he ultimately unified the realm, he would still leave behind regrets that would haunt the ages.
Fortunately, this mirror could reveal people's hearts, and even show the future.
From this day on, every conspiracy would be exposed, and every regret made right.
This realm of Great Qin, I will hold firmly in my own hands.
