First Emperor

When he was thirteen years old, he touched the bottom of the imperial seal. Five words are engraved there: The third generation of Qin died. —— There is a book in the sky. Every person, every city, and every river in the world has a page in the book. If there is a reputation, there will be a line; if there is a line, the sky will collect it. The six kingdoms have been divided for thousands of years. It's not that they can't be defeated, but that God won't allow them to unite. Ying Zheng is the only person whose name cannot be found. So everything he does in his life is not for Qingshi—— Burning books is to prevent Heaven from understanding the world's accounts; building the Great Wall, building roads, keeping books with the same text, and cars running on the same track are to sew the nine states into one name so that Heaven can never tear them apart; to trap warlocks is to accumulate curses and thicken the armor for the people of the world. He knows the cost. He bears the name of a tyrant, scolds him for eternity, and cannot even protect his son. He reigned for thirty-seven years, defended the country for thirty-seven years, and was finally defeated by a false edict. He closed his eyes that night on the sand dunes, but his soul was still there. From the mercury rivers of Lishan Mountain, he watched the rain in Dazexiang, the fire of Julu, and the blood of Wujiang River; he watched the set of fights, rails, characters, and laws he created re-establish the world in the hands of a pavilion chief; he watched the people who had scolded him for two thousand years finally used his system to support his country. Two thousand years later, the underground palace opened. A piece of bone is engraved with one word: baby. A report read: Suspected place name, no test. And the word that was erased by the sky came back by itself. ——What God wants is to divide and conquer Kyushu. He gave an eternal name. China.