In Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng put aside the memorial and said he would patrol eastward. Meng Yi asked for the crown prince, but Li Si objected, and Feng Quji pretended to be mute. The First Emperor suddenly looked at me: You decide. The back of my clothes was soaked with cold sweat—I was torn apart by a car after answering questions in my previous life. This time, I looked directly at Long Yan: Your Majesty is in the prime of his life and is in no hurry to establish a throne. Ying Zheng paused with his fingertips. Zhao Gao outside the hall clenched his fists. This time, I made the right bet again.
