Wushuang transformed into the twentieth son of Ying Zheng and did not wait for the system for a year. The night banquet in the main hall was filled with singing and dancing. He huddled in the corner and ate mutton chops. Li Si, Wang Jian and Meng Yi pushed cups and changed cups, but no one paid attention to this transparent prince. Wushuang chewed the meat and thought: "We can't fight, let's stop fighting." He raised his eyes and looked at his father on the throne, who turned sideways and whispered to Zhao Gao. The hand holding the bone paused - Zhao Gao handed over a piece of tissue paper, and the First Emperor took it. Wushuang put the bones back into the plate: "I'm afraid there will be a few missing names from that list tonight." The charcoal fire crackled in front of him.
