It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

The severe winter passed, and the spring chill slipped out through the wind between his fingers and poured into his cuffs.

Li Xian came out of the West Hall and walked all the way here as if there was no one around.

The windowsill was low, without any branches blocking the view, and he could see the mechanical crossbow on her desk. Just as he expected, he laughed to himself, was she really not interested in her marriage?

At this point, can she still spare the time to do other things like when she decided to marry into the State of Chu?

He took one last look at Zhilan Palace, and a black shadow suddenly appeared. He looked closely and saw a dragon shadow materializing in the plum forest.

The dragon shadow suddenly opened up, stretched out its sharp claws, and gathered in mid-air.

As early as in his previous life, he had seen Gengchen. At first, the shadow was very light, and after the Qin Empire was established, the color of the shadow gradually deepened.

As a staunch atheist of the Legalist school, he never believed in these false claims.

Until he resurrects.

In front of him, Gengchen turned into a dragon's shadow, its body winding around the beams and pillars of the main hall, like a giant spirit snake. No matter how huge it was, it was only a shadow, and only Li Xian could see it.

Li Xian ignored it and was about to leave.

With a whoosh, two wings came rushing towards him, trying to block his way.

Li Xian had never heard Gengchen speak, and only regarded Gengchen as a divine beast, a beast, that is, an animal.

"What do you mean?" He frowned.

It stood in the air, and the scales that symbolized the dragon flashed a dazzling light in the dim winter sun. Li Xian felt an invisible sense of oppression. He said it several times, but the shadow of the dragon did not dissipate. It was more concrete than any time before. He thought that there must be something wrong with his mind again, and it must be because he was imprisoned for a few days. He rushed over and waved his sword to disrupt it.

"How dare you do that!"

He was shocked; this voice actually came from his heart!

He raised his eyes and stared into the beast's eyes that were as black as the abyss, but they were empty and he only saw himself in them, which would have almost seemed like an illusory shadow if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

"Who are you?"

No voice responded to him.

He took a deep breath. Xu Zhi had not told her the reason why she came to Qin. From what he saw, this dragon and the one that Ying Zheng ordered to be found must be closely related to it.

He is different from ordinary people in one respect: he is not afraid of death.

Now that he has seen the unpredictable changes of events, experienced pain that ordinary people cannot endure, suffered repeated setbacks, and given up everything, the severe cold has penetrated deep into his bones. What is left, what is left is only a heart tougher than ice.

Li Xian's sword was drawn very quickly, and his sword technique was smooth and flowing, covering the entire plum garden in a cold light. The scattered plum blossoms and the remaining snow were mottled on the white snow, and a layer of mist was mixed in. Boom! With a loud noise, a strong recoil force came from the sword, and he swayed sideways, but still stood firmly.

He saw that it was holding him back.

No one can stop it.

A female voice suddenly rose in my heart, "You are really interesting." Geng Chen smiled, "Since we are not looking for the same thing, why do we insist on seeking this journey together?"

He was unable to hear any further meaning from the words 'jointly hold'.

It's just that he is trapped in his past and present life, and she is obsessed with rewriting the ending.

He couldn't think about it any more. The more he thought about it, the more he should persuade himself to give up.

Be it the rest of her life or the remaining fifteen years, even if she hates him, the only person who will stay by her side is him.

The dragon's shadow disappeared as he watched.

The sun was high in the sky and there was not a single cloud in the clear blue sky.

Li Xian came to Xingle Palace, which was the place where the marriage alliance books between Qin and the six countries were stored since the time of King Zhao of Qin. It was recently converted into the royal family's official residence.

And he was not the only one heading towards Xingle Palace...

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In Zhangtai Palace, not far from Xingle Palace, a heavyweight secret discussion was taking place. Black beams and pillars, gilded halls, and gorgeous lamp stands made of paulownia wood.

Ying Zheng stared at his daughter kneeling under the dragon throne and listened to her calm and logical explanation of what she had written in the edict.

Ying Zheng felt a kind of anger as if he was disappointed in her. He was certain that he had given her the freedom to choose!

Before he handed the imperial edict to Wang Wan for safekeeping and allowed his daughter to open it with her own hands, he had thought of a foolproof plan.

No one guessed, no one knew, that he had not written any name on the edict he originally gave her!

It was a blank imperial edict with a royal seal on it!!

Ying Zheng had long taken notice of everything in Liyang and even Yongcheng. As the saying goes, no one knows a daughter better than her father. Many years ago, when his daughter confessed who she liked, he knew that it was not just a casual joke.

That man was able to pull the Zhang family out of the whirlpool of old Yingchuan affairs during his diplomatic mission to Wei. Zhang Liang was no ordinary person.

But Zhang Liang’s surname is Zhang after all, the same as Zhang Ping, the Prime Minister of Han.

This means that suspicion will never subside.

This last edict written in advance was both his kindness as a father and an appropriate measure chosen by the emperor.

Ying Zheng would not know that in such a complicated network, his daughter killed not only the past Zhang Liang, but also her past self.

For a moment, Ying Zheng didn't know whether he should be angry or relieved, praising his daughter for being so sensible!

Xu Zhi entered the palace with the Zongzheng official, who was none other than Ying Teng. He noticed that the air around him suddenly turned cold after Princess Yongan finished speaking.

It's really scary that Ying Zheng doesn't speak.

But this time, Princess Yong'an did not soften her attitude first.

Ying Teng roughly understood what was said. He didn't know what the emperor and the princess were thinking. He only knew that the cause of the strange atmosphere between them was the gilded edict placed in front of him.

Ying Hehua had already stood up from the table and knelt down on the steps.

The only sound the three of them could hear was the sound of water ticking in the bronze bell in the front hall. Time passed by minute by minute...

Ying Teng is of the same generation as Ying Zheng, but he is twenty years older and his children are already married. In this situation, he naturally thought that Yongan was dissatisfied with getting married. He didn't know that the edict was written by Ying Hehua herself. She was just about to smooth things over and nodded to indicate that she would give the edict to Princess Yongan.

He froze halfway through reading and looked at Ying Hehua in shock.

At this moment, Ying Zheng opened his mouth to ask questions.

He stood up from the main seat and looked at Ying Teng, "Does the Zongzheng also find this ridiculous?" He turned and stared at Ying Hehua, "This is a serious matter. Wang Wan never told you that I don't need you to do this?" Ying Zheng was obviously angry, but his long-formed habit made his voice still flat, making it unclear what he was thinking.

Xu Zhi paused.

There are probably two possibilities for this matter.

The statement that Ying Zheng wanted her to marry Meng Yi was misinterpreted by Wang Wan, or perhaps Wang Wan deliberately concealed it in order to balance the court and strike against Li Si before his death, thereby giving her psychological hints.

But what Wang Wan probably didn't expect was that the once domineering Ying Hehua had become different after returning from the State of Chu, and she actually thought the same thing as he did.

"Prime Minister Wang did not know his daughter's intention before he passed away." She said, bowing down.

Ying Zheng waved his sleeves and said, "If Wang Wan had done the right thing, you wouldn't have given this letter to me now!"

She paused, lowered her head, and tried to explain, "The Prime Minister dare not disobey the Emperor."

dare not.

These few short words are more damaging than what Chunyu Yue and others said about his arbitrary reforms.

At this time, she said something else.

Ying Zheng stared at her, and to a certain extent, he suddenly felt familiar with her, as if she was someone he had looked at in the same way many years ago.

——Han Fei.

Thinking about it carefully, Han Fei's student had taught her for six years. Could it be possible that he had taught his lovely and intelligent daughter to be so stubborn and unyielding?

"Father will give you a chance, Hehua." He tried his best to remain gentle. "Now that the imperial edict has not been issued, you can write it again yourself."

Hearing Ying Zheng's emphasis, Xu Zhi paused. It was a very false feeling.

When a person is already the anchor point of concentrated power in the world, how can he expect those around him to gain freedom under such a structure?

Isn't this a kind of absurd "Why not eat meat?"

The light from the candlelight poured down from Ying Zheng's black dragon robe and fell on the gold-thread carpet woven on the table, like gold powder pouring down all over the floor.

She looked at Ying Zheng, but the layers of glazed bead curtains were more obstructive than before, so she couldn't see his eyes.

"Father. That is my wish."

Every time Ying Zheng glanced at the imperial edict, he was so angry that he raised his hand to throw it in front of her, but he finally held back. "Write it again!"

"Father."

This was the first time that Xu Zhi was looked at like this by Ying Zheng. Even though she tried her best to restrain herself, one could see the intimidation in those black pupils at a glance.

She finally understood why Qin Wuyang was so scared.

And Ying Zheng's eyes, after all, were on his daughter.

So she didn't really resist, she just didn't kneel down and just looked directly at her father.

"Father, I never thought of retreating when I put pen to paper, not to mention that Sister Yuanman is about to return to Xianyang from Yongcheng."

Ying Zheng doesn't like people who are too stubborn and inflexible.

Now this person has become his daughter.

And she also learned the habit he disliked the most - 'act first and ask for permission later'.

Ying Teng spoke first, "Your Majesty, calm down!"

After saying that, he stood up again and said, "Your Highness is young and does not know the importance of marriage." "I, an old minister, have overstepped my bounds. Your Highness's letter is really inappropriate. I hope you will think twice before doing anything." As he spoke, his gray stubble trembled on his lips.

Ying Teng thought over and over again during the conversation between the father and daughter, but couldn't figure it out. Why would Ying Hehua write like this! ?

Ying Hehua lowered her head and put her forehead on the back of her hand, "My daughter doesn't dare."

Ying Teng was present, so she didn't say much.

"The emperor's words are as good as gold. I am the emperor's daughter, so I should write without regrets."

-

At the same time, the atmosphere outside the palace did not relax at all. From Wei Liao to Feng Quji, including Yao Jia, all the Qin Dynasty's most important ministers held their breath.

They came here to offer sacrifices to the gods at Mount Tai, but they were more concerned about Ying Hehua's marriage.

The marriage of princes and princesses was no longer a matter of Qin, but a matter of the whole world, and was closely related to their duties as subjects.

Ying Hehua was the most special one among them. She had participated in small discussions in Fuqiu Palace for many years, and had been active in the events of the destruction of various countries. After she came back from Chu, she took advantage of the assassination in Bolingsha, and she had her own guards, a private seal that could mobilize the Yongcheng army, and her staff served as court officials.

Looking at the fact that Li Si was appointed Prime Minister, her hands have already reached into the internal affairs. If this continues, her weight in the court will be no less than that of the eldest prince.

No one dared to speak in front of Zhangtai Palace. Seeing the eye contact between his colleagues, Li remained calm and didn't care at all. He let the wind blow his sleeves. In his opinion, he and his son were far away from this matter. The witch tribe in Chu could hold him back for at least a month, and there was no way he would appear in Xianyang City.

At this time, the palace door opened, and Zhao Gao announced that His Majesty was ill and the matter of Fengshan at Mount Tai would be discussed at another day.

The next person who came out of the hall was not Ying Hehua, but Ying Teng, who was the official of Zongzheng.

When Meng Yi arrived, the smoke in front of Zhangtai Palace had already dissipated.

The sky light broke through the blue.

There was a solemn atmosphere in Changle Palace. Nine huge lanterns cast their shadows on the wall. A Qin totem hung at the top of the hall, and the large red lacquered table was covered with neat scroll patterns.

Ying Teng held the jade slip in his hand and read aloud: "Today is the day for Naji, asking for the name and horoscope."

Then, the fortune teller held the tortoise shell in his hand, placed it on the incense burner, and chanted something. After a while, he turned the tortoise shell over, carefully examined the hexagram, and then announced loudly: "A match made in heaven, and our descendants will prosper..."

The fortune teller was halfway through reading when a voice suddenly interrupted him.

"What is a match made in heaven?"