He distrusts his ministers, keeps his distance from scholars and commoners, abandons the kingly way in favor of personal power, bans books and enforces harsh laws, and values deceit and force over benevolence and righteousness. Cold, aloof, and ruthless. That is the King of Qin.
Gentle, helpless, dashing and valiant. That is Ying Zheng.
Though I transmigrated, I know neither martial arts nor politics. Still, I travel through Qin, matching wits with Lu Buwei, befriending pigs, and conversing with spirits and gods. I pass through towering walls and deep courtyards as I please. I face the smoke of battle, the cries of warhorses, and the suffocating stench of blood. I pledge to live and die with Ying Zheng, while swearing never to have anything more to do with the King of Qin.
In the resplendent palace, admired by thousands, everyone has a story of their own. Tangled romances and ruthless struggles for power and the throne. Who will be the ultimate victor? What seems like an ending is often only the true beginning. This life, my past life: what I give you is more than just a dream.
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