The day Lin Xi transformed into Zhao Ji, she had just given birth to Ying Zheng.
The system said: Take him out of Zhao country within three years and send you home.
She took the crumpled baby into her arms, and it snowed heavily all night in Handan. She held him in his arms, changed swaddling clothes seven times, and fed him five times. At dawn, the child was fast asleep holding one of her fingers. She looked down for a long time and said, "Zheng'er is not afraid, Aniang is here."
Later, she taught him how to read, shielded him from hidden arrows, and carried him to escape from the rebel army. The child lay on her shoulder, holding the hem of her clothes and asked: "Aniang, will we die?" She kept on walking: "No, Aniang is here."
On the night when Ying Zheng ascended the throne at the age of thirteen, the lights in Xianyang Palace were as bright as day. He put on his crown, looked through the palace full of crowns and landed on her behind the curtain, and stretched out his hand towards her: "Auntie, I did it."
Lin Xi smiled. She closed her eyes and said to the system: "Mission accomplished, send me home."
Then she dispersed before his eyes, like smoke and snow, leaving nothing behind.
Ying Zheng knelt in the empty hall, his crown tilted, and his pearls and jade pieces shattered on the floor. He stared at the place where she disappeared, and the light in his eyes shattered into madness.
The next day, King Qin issued an edict: Queen Mother Zhao Ji died of illness and was buried in Lishan Mountain. The tomb is empty. But he goes alone year after year, drinking a pot of wine all night long.
Two thousand years later, Lin Xi, a female college student, opened "Historical Records" in the library. When she saw the word "Zhao Ji", her chest suddenly became so tight that she couldn't breathe.
She doesn't know——
The young emperor she raised had been looking for her for two thousand years.
He called her, A Niang
