Great Qin: The Child Guardian of the Nation, Weeping at the First Tomb of the Ancestral Dragon from the Start

"Father! Don't die! If you die, bad people will dig up your grave and steal my little wooden horse!"

At the Dune Palace, nine-year-old Fourth Prince Ying Zixiu clung to Qin Shi Huang, who should have been breathing his last, and wailed.

"I also dreamed that Zhao Gao killed my eldest brother, and that big idiot Hu Hai bullied all my brothers and sisters until they were gone. Boohoo, I'm scared!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the First Emperor, who should have been dead, suddenly opened his eyes on the couch and glared at Zhao Gao, standing outside the door with a cup of poison.

From that day on, the Great Qin's story took a wildly different turn.

At court, a little toddler played with mud and accidentally made Roman concrete that could withstand anything;

At the frontier, the toddler thought the Xiongnu were ugly and, crying, tossed out a "big firecracker," blowing the Chanyu's camp sky-high.

Qin Shi Huang looked immensely proud. "My prince is only playing around. How did he end up conquering the whole world?"