In the thirty-fourth year of the First Emperor's reign, Ying Zheng's body collapsed and there was no hope of everlasting life. Looking at all the scholars, the pattern of Fu Su, pedantic and Hu Hai is too small, and no one who succeeds will worry about growing old. Just as he was sighing, a report came from outside the palace: "Your Majesty, the eighteenth son wants to see you." Ying Zheng waved him in. The young man in front of him raised his eyes and smiled: "Father, I will take over the annexation of Wan Dynasty."
