The candlelight in Xianyang Palace flickered, and Ying Zheng covered his mouth and coughed lightly. The remnants of the six kingdoms have not yet been destroyed, and the art of immortality has not been achieved for ten years. He asked Li Si in a low voice: If I am gone, who can succeed me? Li Si bowed his head and kowtowed to the ground: Your Majesty, be careful what you say. After pondering for a moment, he said: I thought I might as well give Eighth Young Master a try. Ying Zheng raised his eyes: Midnight? The child who was sent out of the palace at an early age? The candlelight on the case suddenly flickered, and the sound of footsteps came from outside the palace - a servant urgently reported: Your Majesty, the Eighth Young Master is waiting for orders outside the palace.
