He shrugged and sighed, and Wang Yuan sat down next to Zheng.

"Aren't you going back?" Zheng asked.

"I'm tired, I want to sit down."

Wang Yuan was calm:

"By this Zheng, do you think His Majesty is really dead?"

“…”

Zheng chuckled: "Who knows?"

"What's wrong? If His Majesty wasn't dead, would you do that?"

"Does this?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuan thought about it and nodded seriously:

"Maybe he will still be able to fish."

"Hahaha!"

“Ha~ha~”

Both of them were laughing, just one was loud and the other was perfunctory.

...

Xianyang, in Zhangtai Palace.

When Fusu returned, everyone was discussing who the second emperor of the Qin Dynasty should be, and at the same time they were hunting down the murderer who killed His Majesty.

Although there was no surveillance in ancient times, it was better to kill a thousand mistakes than to let one go if you were assassinated.

This is the dignity of the Qin Dynasty, and there is no room for compromise!

All those who are not involved will die!

For a time, basically all the remnants of the six kingdoms, whether they surrendered or not, were included in the scope of suspicion.

Tianji Pavilions everywhere are waving butchers' knives, and every day thousands of remnants of the six kingdoms are implicated and killed.

Especially after the reorganization of Fusu and Han Xin, Wei Di has strengthened its efforts to an unprecedented level, with blood covering the earth!

This is the base camp of Wei State, with too hidden chaos.

All the nobles of the six countries were trembling, and the people of the six countries were also affected by fear and incited by the nobles of the six countries, and everyone began to be in danger.

Everyone is afraid that the person who dies tomorrow will be himself.

Although the people who die now are all former nobles of the Six Kingdoms, who is sure that they will not have themselves in the future?

As a tense atmosphere came, the whole world seemed to have become a volcano that was extremely depressed, and I don’t know when it would erupt.

Qin Shihuang did not deal with the nobles of the six countries because he was afraid that they would fight back.

And now, the counterattack can no longer be imprinted.

The situation is gradually getting out of control!

The purge is underway, and in Zhangtai Palace, Fusu is also preparing for the throne ceremony to become the second emperor of Qin II, the second emperor of Qin.

"If Master is here, that would be great."

Fusu, who just waited for Qin Shihuang's dragon body to return, could ascend the throne, was in a very complicated mood.

He raised his hands and held the dragon robe left by his father.

As the eldest son of the emperor, although he had thought that he would become the emperor this day, when it really came, he realized that he was actually not prepared at all.

How should he govern the world?

Enfeoffment?

But the master must not like to do that, and the father will be disappointed with him.

At this time, he really wanted someone to help him, and hoped that Wang Yuan could become the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty and help him stabilize the world.

It’s not that Li Si and Feng Quji are unreliable, but that they cannot compare to their father.

The father could rely on Li Si and Feng Quji, so he would definitely stop, but he couldn't!

What his father could do was too difficult for him, as his eldest son.

"Report to Mr. Fusu!"

"There is an imperial edict to convey it!"

The attendant came in and reported.

Although many important officials knew about Qin Shihuang's death, they were still controlled externally.

The people from the six kingdoms wanted to spread the situation, but under the suppression of Tianji Pavilion, the effect was very little.

It can be said that the role played by the Daqin intelligence network proposed by Wang Yuan and Li Si is emerging.

Mastering intelligence in feudal time basically means mastering everything!

"Imperial Order!"

The hand holding the black dragon robe trembled slightly, Fusu gritted his teeth and nodded slightly to the attendant.

"I understand, please step down first."

"yes!"

Is the will coming?

Fusu closed his eyes slightly, then opened it again, stabilized his mind and left the palace.

On this day, not only Fusu, Wang Jian, Li Si, Feng Quji, Meng Yi, Hu Hai and Fusu all received the imperial edict, which was conveyed by Zhang Han.

But this imperial edict was not as they expected, as His Majesty confirmed the next heir to the empire.

Instead, they were asked to follow on the day Qin Shihuang entered the tomb, and someone would pass on the final will of Qin Shihuang there.

All arrangements are in the imperial tomb.

"It seems that my father has already anticipated this day."

"The staff is arranged."

Fusu sighed and looked at Hu Hai: "Eighteenth brother, it seems we'll have another competition."

"Ha ha!"

Hu Hai smiled awkwardly and didn't know how to respond.

Originally, he had given up on fighting for the throne, but in this situation, he didn't seem to have no hope at all.

The father left a will to let himself and Fusu enter the imperial tomb and listen.

This alone represents many meanings.

Fusu is easy to understand, after all, he is the eldest son of the emperor.

But apart from Fusu, Qin Shihuang has countless children, so why is it himself? Why is it just himself?

Does it mean that you really have a chance to compete?

Hu Hai's mind was a little moved, but he was not too presumptuous.

After so many things, even if he was eager for the throne, he would not show it directly, and he had basically no hostility towards Fusu.

"Brother, let's talk about it then."

Hu Hai left, Fusu pondered.

If the person chosen by the father was Hu Hai, could he accept it?

It seems to be really possible.

"Young Master Fusu, are you planning to fight?"

Feng Quji, Meng Yi stepped forward and whispered:

"If you want to fight, we can help you."

They didn't care about Li Si and Wang Jian on the side, and just said their thoughts, which made them very embarrassed.

Unlike Li Si, both of them are the most loyal supporters of the imperial power. In their opinion, the only one who can inherit the throne is Fusu.

"Two, I have always respected you for my uncle. Please don't say that."

Fusu smiled:

"I will not argue. No matter what my father thinks, I will believe in him."

"Young Master Gao Yi!"

Feng Quji, Meng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and so was Li Si and Wang Jian.

The thing they fear most was that Hu Hai and Fusu would have a fight because of their will.
To be continued...