In the main hall of Xianyang Palace, candlelight flickered during the second watch. Ying Zheng put down his pen and asked Zhao Gao: Meng Yi asked to establish a crown prince, but Li Si resisted. What do you think? Zhao Gao bowed his head and knelt on the ground: Your Majesty is in good health, it is too early to appoint a prince. When I exited the palace gate, my clothes were soaked with cold sweat on my back. There was only one person sitting alone in the hall. Fu Su was kind but believed in Confucianism, Hu Hai was too young to hold a big position, and the rest of his sons were mediocre people. He closed his eyes and whispered: If I leave, who will guard this country? The wind blows over the eaves and the candle flame goes out.
