As a newly hired archaeologist, Yin Man scoffed at the saying that disturbing ancestral graves would bring down divine punishment. China had five thousand years of history. What was wrong with studying her own ancestors' tombs?
But...
She gazed at the magnificent pavilions and towers before her. There really was a tower every five paces, a pavilion every ten, stretching on without end.
Then she turned to look at the young boy beside her, who smiled at her warmly. He stepped forward and felt her forehead. "A Man, are you still asleep?"
Yin Man's mouth twitched. She looked down at her tiny hands, took a deep breath, then raised her head to gaze at the clear blue sky and silently rolled her eyes at the heavens.
Damn heavens! One earthquake had sent her all the way back to the Qin Dynasty. Hurry up and send her home! She was done with archaeology. She'd change careers as soon as she got back.
"Um... Brother Fusu," Yin Man, no... she should be called Ying Yinman now, forced a smile at the boy. "Yes, yes! I'm still dreaming. Don't say anything."
Fusu looked puzzled. He felt that A Yin's tone was a little strange.
Ying Yinman looked at the towering Qin palace before her. Who could have imagined that in little more than ten years, the great Qin Empire, where carriages shared a single axle width and books shared a single script, would collapse overnight? Both Fusu before her and she herself would become sacrifices to the empire.
She didn't know what fate awaited the other daughters of Qin Shi Huang, but as it happened, Ying Yinman was the only princess recorded in later generations. As a beloved daughter of Qin Shi Huang, her fate was only a little better than Fusu's: in the first year of Qin Er Shi's reign, Hu Hai had her dismembered and executed.
Thinking of that, she looked at her fellow sufferer. "Brother, let's go beat up Hu Hai."
They could take revenge first and worry about the rest later.
Fusu nearly choked at her words, then laughed. "A Man, little Hu Hai is only two. You can't hit him. Wait... he's our younger brother, so you can't hit him in the future either." Hu Hai was ten years younger than him.
Ying Yinman gave a dry laugh. When it came to life and death, she wouldn't hesitate to beat up a child.
As the daughter of Qin Shi Huang and a noble princess of Qin, Ying Yinman had done the math. Her future prospects were far too dangerous. The career of a Qin princess was clearly going nowhere. Even if she somehow survived the coming catastrophe, she would probably still be used for a political marriage.
After weighing things over, she decided to switch career paths.
As the daughter of the First Emperor and a descendant of the Chinese people, it didn't seem all that difficult for a princess to become an empress.
Take a chance, and a bicycle might become a motorcycle. Could anything really be worse than being dismembered and executed?
Years later, someone asked the empress what she thought of those around her.
Ying Yinman: "Brother Fusu is a good person."
Fusu beamed. "A Man is, too."
Meng Tian and the others: ...
Ying Yinman: "Marquis Wu'an is also a good person."
The jade-faced Asura, Marquis Wu'an, Bai Xu, wore a frosty expression: ...
A Man had said that calling an unrelated man a good person meant, "You're very nice, but I don't like you."
Theme: Face life and death calmly. If you won't accept defeat, fight back.