It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Three months before Zhang Liang left Xianyang.

The order in Xianyang is being rebuilt.

The long steps beneath her feet led all the way to the heart of the empire.

The winter was filled with severe ice and cold, and the snow finally reached its heaviest on this day. The winter wind blew, floating her skirt.

Xu Zhi clearly remembers how the brick patterns under her feet were once buried under the loess, and how surprised she and her colleagues were when they unearthed the fragments of the patterns.

On the high platform, Zhangtai sits in the middle, and the subordinate palaces on both sides are also very high.

At that time, she stood on the rammed earth remains of the Xianyang Palace ruins and looked into the distance. Within her sight were the tombs of two emperors of the early Han Dynasty. In the northeast, she could see the Changling of Liu Bang and Empress Lu, in the northwest, the Anling of Emperor Hui Liu Ying, and not far away was the Yangling of Emperor Jing.

At that time, the ruins were surrounded by Han Tombs, and only the dilapidated and desolate mounds of the Qin Palace could be seen.

The bleak wind that had been blowing for two thousand years brushed across Xu Zhi's cheek, so cold that her pores suddenly contracted.

She lowered her head and could clearly see the patterns carved on the one-meter-long hollow brick under her feet.

The distance from Fuqiu Palace to Zhangtai Palace is not very far, and it only takes half an hour by car.

The distant past and the present are mixed together, and the road under your feet has become narrower and harder, as if it is drenched in killing and blood.

Inside the Zhangtai Palace, the main hall is solemn and dignified.

One month before Princess Yong'an officially entered the Zhangtai Palace, the ministers were mentally prepared.

The crowd of court officials did not dare to look up at her and nodded their heads to avoid her.

Perhaps it was thanks to Li Si's publicity.

Zhang Liang's death seemed to have made Li Si feel an unprecedented fear for her. Without her even asking, he was even more anxious than her and used a method of stealing the truth.

Li Si reported the matter to Ying Zheng at night.

In the eyes of the people of the six kingdoms, Zhang Liang was in and out of Jingxing, Zhao, in the name of Qin. He got rid of Li Mu, and then went to Wei as an envoy. Later, his father committed suicide in prison, and he was slandered by the Chu Kingdom for having an affair with Ying Hehua.

Zhang Liang went to Qin to serve as an official. This time, he was implicated by the Han royal family and was thrown into prison.

In the eyes of these people, Zhang Liang was a pro-Qin person.

The reason why Ying Zheng did not kill Zhang Liang was not just because of Ying Hehua's pleading. It was also because Qin could not make any mistakes at the critical moment of advocating Qi's surrender and the nobles of the six countries to return to Qin.

The so-called rooting out the problem requires priorities.

Li Si felt it was a difficult situation, and there was also Zhang Liang.

Probably because Zhang Liang made friends with Xiang Chan and other famous figures in the State of Wei, his reputation has grown in Wei and Chu in recent years.

Both of Li Si's sons knew that Zhang Liang was not as gentle and comfortable as he appeared.

Zhang Liang had clearly committed treason against Qin, but he himself was well aware that Qin had to protect him for a short period of time.

He calculated the time accurately and gave Zhang Yuan enough chance to survive.

He is so young, yet has such energy and commitment, and he is not stingy with the Zhang family's century-old wealth, the Qin State's accumulated contributions to the founding of the country, and even Ying Hehua's favor.

He doesn't want wealth, fame, or women.

Even though Zhang Liang died, it dealt a heavy blow to Li Si invisibly.

This kind of person scares Li Si.

He is too much like Han Fei, or in some ways, too much like Han Fei.

Han Fei would rather die than surrender.

Zhang Liang was able to lower his proud head, lie dormant for many years, and deliver the most fatal blow at the most appropriate time. He did all this without asking for anything, just to fulfill his responsibility to Han for many years.

Perhaps the only thing Zhang Liang did not expect was that he would die at the hands of Ying Hehua.

Not long after the incident, late at night, Li Xian heard the news.

It was not until Li Xian saw it with his own eyes that he realized what kind of profound understanding the abyss soaked in deceit had created.

It was a hazy night, and the broken leaves of roses were scattered all over the ground.

The people in Zhilan Palace had already been dismissed.

The woman had her hair untied, and it flowed down like a waterfall. She stood under the moonlight, holding a snow-white sword in her hand, and all around her were chopped branches and leaves in a mess.

"Are you here to ask for your father?" Her voice was calm. After he didn't answer, she laughed again, "Ask whatever you want to ask. You must have obtained evidence since you took such a risk to come here. I can't lie to you."

There was only a stream of cold moonlight flowing slowly between the two of them. It was a winter night sky, and the icy blue sky reflected the broken leaves on the ground, making them seem a little cold and lonely.

Li Xian had too many questions to ask. Unexpectedly, she smiled and spoke to him first.

Her abrupt behavior frightened his father greatly.

Now it is easy-going.

"I don't dare."

When Xu Zhi heard these three words, he put away his sword and turned around.

Li Xian stood far away from her, and he finally remembered to fulfill his duties as a minister.

"I have fulfilled your long-cherished wish, sir." As she spoke, she lazily kicked the branches that were blocking her way, causing the broken snow on the ground to roll with it.

She just smiled, but it made him feel heavy and indescribably stuffy.

Li Xian was not as happy as he had imagined.

"You can't do it," he said.

She did not answer immediately, but took a step towards him, her silk robe reflecting a little arc of light, and she stopped three steps away.

She chuckled, "Li Xian. Do you think you know me well?"

He was silent.

"Tonight... you are here to question me on behalf of your father,"

Li Xian didn't let her finish her words.

"I come to ask for peace."

Xu Zhi didn't think Li Xian was sincere at all.

"Ask for peace?" She tilted her head, a barely perceptible smile flashing across her eyes. "The Supervisor has always been flexible. But I am not a very generous person. I was framed by the Court Judge regarding the banned book, and then you used Grandmother Wang's past to trade with me. You are not kind at all. I can't let bygones be bygones."

"The princess is threatening me,"

Xu Zhi interrupted him, "Why would I threaten you? I won't get anything good out of it. As for me, I just want to seize the opportunity to get you to help me temporarily when your father is hostile to me and you want to bow your head."

Her tone was as gentle as it had been many years ago, and although she was smiling, there was no warmth in her eyes.

Li Xian also didn't know when the names they used to address each other became just "Lord Li" and "Your Highness", which made them even more distant than ordinary ministers.

"Since I have come to seek peace, I sincerely want to help Your Highness."

In addition to asking Zhang Liang, Li Xian also wanted to ask for mercy tonight.

Because of Mo Qi's frequent guidance and Xu Zhi's attitude in his relationship, he gradually developed some ideas about autonomy and equality.

But the relationship between the feudal monarch and his subjects could not be ignored by him.

He kept a very low profile from the beginning.

Dun Ruo had already staked his reputation for the rest of his life, and it was clear that he wanted to kick Li Si out of Qin's political situation as soon as Xunzi came to Qin.

After all, Li Xian didn't know Ying Zheng well enough. If Li Si dared to think of eliminating dissidents under his eyes and threatened his daughter, he would have to chop off several heads.

He lowered his head. "I sincerely seek peace." "I beg the princess not to make any comments on the king's forbidden book."

They looked at each other for a quick second, and her glance was full of the arrogance of a superior.

"I have two conditions," she said.

The sky was full of flying snow, which now covered my head.

"I promise, Princess."

She smiled, "I haven't said what it is yet." "If the court official persists in his delusion,"

Li Xian paused. The branch was broken by his step, and he came closer to her, his eyes sunk into it, and thousands of words did not come out of his throat.

Ying Zheng had asked him a similar question long ago. Now he just recounted the answer to the daughter of the King of Qin.

Those who have mastered the essence of secret plots will definitely react earlier than ordinary people.

Suddenly, a black figure was seen kneeling in the snow in the distance.

"I will kill my father and then kill myself."

Xu Zhi's breathing stagnated. Even though he was kneeling, his words were still sharp. These words were more piercing than ice. He was not afraid of bleeding.

He didn't meet her eyes, just lowered his head.

She bent down and said, "If your Excellency always had this attitude, things would be much easier."

The scabbard on Xu Zhi's waist just passed his shoulder and easily rested on his neck.

The tip of the sword moved up, and the cool touch made him swallow.

The snow and wind were not strong, just completely upside down.

Li Xian could never have imagined that over the years, he had encouraged her to be cruel, but unexpectedly, she used many of her skills on himself.

"First, no matter how Hou Sheng instigates, you must ensure that Xunzi is safely brought back to Qin." "Second, share your intelligence network with me."

Li Xian didn't ask any questions. He smiled and said, "I thought the princess would take the entire secret chamber."

She waved her hand, "I want to live two more years."

Xu Zhi had already asked him to get up, and as if nothing had happened, she gently asked him to dust off the snow before leaving.

He clearly shouldn't ask this last question, but he couldn't help but turned his head and asked.

"If Zhang Liang really..."

She raised her eyes slightly and stared into his black pupils.

Her tone turned colder.

"If he is really dead,"

He heard her say again, "Then you are jealous of him."

Li Xian suddenly felt dizzy.

The last time he used this kind of argument was when he was trying to put the blame on others when he was eliminating dissidents for the Li family.

If she is the cruel and ruthless person, she happens to be able to calculate accurately.

He was willing to use this name to atone for Li Si's crime, and he was also willing to atone for her crime.

But this was clearly the result of his early planning.

Before Zhang Liang became her teacher, he had already become a classic case.

Days and months, year after year, he taught her to use doubt as a criterion, killing as a solution, and the sword as a shield.

If Xu Zhi were to be like her father one day, and given a cup of poisoned wine, he would have no choice but to drink it.

Even if it is like arsenic, he should eat it with pleasure.

He smiled solemnly, "Princess, be decisive in killing, and the main hall of Zhangtai Palace will be opened for you soon."

Xu Zhi reached out and picked up a cold snowflake.

"I hope it will be as you say." There was no joy in his voice.