Fusu's Three Souls in One Body

The moment Xi Duan opened his eyes, someone was waiting for him to kill himself.

Xi Duan, who had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder by his stepmother at the age of eight and a half, was about to curse. Then he looked down and saw a sword at his throat. He swung it backhanded and killed the other person.

He'd been proud and unyielding since childhood. Even the moon being less than perfectly round could make him angry. Suicide? Even if the Earth were destroyed, he wouldn't do it.

But what was going on? Why was the sword in his right hand at his throat again?

At the crucial moment, his right hand failed him. It dropped the sword and slapped him across the face.

Ying Zheng: I died of illness, opened my eyes, and found Fusu about to kill himself. Can you believe it?

Mouth: "I don't want to die. It's all my right hand's fault."

Right hand: "You rebellious son, find a better excuse."

Mouth: "The First Emperor is dead, Qin will fall, and an age of chaos is coming. With Meng Tian, the man who can crush the Xiongnu, on our side, even a dog wouldn't choose to die."

His right hand was so furious it went limp, unable to write.

Fusu, horrified: I didn't say anything! Aaaaaah!

Fusu, stunned: I didn't write anything! Aaaaaah!

Theme: A gentleman should treat all things with great virtue