Three hundred and thirty-eight years BC.
Under the sky, in the setting sun.
Shang Yang died in Tongdi.
His body was brought back to Xianyang, cut into pieces and displayed to the public.
Eliminate descendants and cut off lineage.
So what?
He is already a wisp of his soul, so what is there to fear? What if it's about fear? I'm just afraid that the Qin Dynasty has run out of energy.
On happiness? That means this life is not wasted.