Great Qin: After Becoming a Saint, I Stole Brother Zheng's Spot in the Group Chat

Yan Dan slit the throat of a pregnant palace maid and pursued her. In her womb, the baby Zhao Chen kicked furiously, trying to force his way out. By the time Meng Wu and Dun Ruo arrived with their troops, he had clenched his tiny fists and poked half his head out. Xianyang was already under lockdown. Holding his breath, he listened to the conversation outside the wall, then rubbed his cheek against his mother's warm blood and grinned, blinking at the gaps between the black-armored figures outside. “Don't panic. I've got a tough life. Even the King of Hell has to wait in line.”