In the thirty-seventh year of the First Emperor, Sand Dune.
Before Ying Zheng took his last breath, he finally knew the answer to that question:
Great Qin, the second generation died.
Zhao Gao corrected the imperial edict and Fusu committed suicide. Hu Hai ascended the throne and slaughtered all the Ying family.
He refused to die with his eyes in peace. His soul remained, transformed into an ancestral dragon, and hovered over China for two thousand and two hundred years.
He saw the great fire in Xianyang, saw that the Han Dynasty inherited the Qin system, and saw that "Qin politics and laws have been followed for a hundred generations."
He also saw Yashan, saw a hundred years of humiliation in modern times, and saw the lights of Kyushu two thousand years later.
Every time, he hated that he was just a spectator.
In the ninth year of the Qin Dynasty, in Qinian Palace, it was the eve of the crown ceremony.
Ying Zheng opened his eyes suddenly.
Outside the palace, Lao Ai's rebels were gathering. In the palace, the court still regarded him as the puppet who had been there for nine years.
In this life, he returned with two thousand years of memories.
Lao Ai's rebels were invited into the urn overnight.
The signature of the pro-government military newspaper contains only two words: King of Qin.
He didn't kill the second son because he had seen enough of the words "Nang Pu's second brother" in the history books.
He stayed to repair the Zheng Guo Canal because he knew what kind of Qin State this canal could support.
When the memorandum for the guest was handed over, he approved one word: stay.
In this life, he has seen the endings of everyone including Lao Ai, Lu Buwei, Zhao Gao, and Li Si.
This time, it was his turn to write.
I have been waiting for this day for two thousand years.
