Before the morning bell of Xianyang Palace stopped, I yawned in front of the ministers. Eyes from all over the hall came to him. Ying Zheng coughed twice on the high platform and said nothing. I know that the original owner of this body is a notorious loser - nine of the ten imperial masters ran away, and the last one went crazy. In five years of martial arts, he has not made any progress, but the slaves in the mansion are tyrannical. Today, the palace examination suddenly became urgent, and the eunuch carrying the order took me out of bed. I rubbed my eyes and stood in the queue of princes. The hem of Hu Hai's clothes next to me brushed the back of my hand. I could hear the sound of Zhao Gao sharpening his knife even across half the court.
