False Edict

It rained in Xianyang for three days and three nights. The officials of Zongzheng Mansion called the roll call, and every time a name was read, a life was lost: the twelfth son was killed in the city, and the tenth princess died in Du County. The young master was kneeling on the porch, his name was the next in line. He didn't wait to die. He wrote a letter of "please die", wishing to die as the late emperor, and his words were so respectful that Zhao Gao could not make any mistakes. On the night of the funeral, the body covered with white cloth was carried into the coffin, and the nails were hammered in one by one. No one lifted the white cloth - the person in the coffin was the body of a death row prisoner, and the real young master Gao Zheng was drilling into the underground waterways of Xianyang from the cracks of the dry well. He crawled all night. Mud water poured into his throat, and gravel cut open his flesh. The only thing he wanted to protect was a fragment of a manuscript in his arms - the Qin Fa's manuscripts personally annotated by the First Emperor. From now on, there will never be a nobler man in the world. Outside Xianyang, the world is in chaos. The prisoner raised his knife, the Six Kingdoms were revived, and the heroes competed. A dead man who is nothing, holding a roll of Qin's bones, is trying to survive in the cracks of troubled times. He had no way out and nowhere to hide. He just wants to live. Live long enough to see the answer to this troubled world. But he didn't know at that time that the edict that he saw through Feng Ni was just the beginning.