“Young master, please.” The envoy held out the poisoned wine, his face full of pity.
Fusu slowly rose to his feet, snatched the bowl from him, and smashed it to pieces.
Gripping the envoy’s wrist, he seized the bronze tally and shouted, “By secret imperial decree, return to the capital with me at once, traveling through the night!”
Reborn into a second life, he turned the tables in just thirty seconds.
Only when he was at death’s door had Fusu understood that benevolence and righteousness could never secure Great Qin for ten thousand generations.
At the moment before his execution in this new life, the World Map System awakened: conquer each new territory, and gain boundless power.
Whether they were powerful ministers at court or foreign peoples thousands of miles away, they all faced the same fate: submit, or be crushed.
This time, starting with the envoy bearing the edict, he would conquer the world and plant Great Qin’s black banners in every corner of it.
