It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

After this statement.

White light slanted in from afar, and the wind blew straight in, making the palace with dull decorations break through with light.

The ministers looked at each other in bewilderment, and then became suspicious.

What kind of place is this? This is the solemn place where the Qin Dynasty held ceremonies. Without the emperor's decree, no one could come here.

"Who dares to disrupt the ceremony?" They tried to see the identity of the visitor, but because the distance was too far, they could only see a black figure.

Ying Teng stared ahead, and the emperor gave him the gift of Naji with full authority. There must be no mistakes. In addition, although the protagonists in this hall have not arrived yet, Princess Yong'an and Prime Minister Li Si have both been assassinated. At Ying Teng's command, the Qin guards immediately separated from both wings.

Li Xian was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing thousands of waves.

In the shadows on both sides of the palace gate, there was a subtle but orderly sound of armor rubbing against each other. Then, dozens of heavily armored Qin guards, like ghosts suddenly appearing from the dark night, rushed out from all directions at a suffocating speed and tacit understanding, surrounding Li Xian.

Each of these guards was wearing armor and had a burly build. They held long spears with cold flashes on the tips, pointing directly at Li Xian, as if they could cut him into pieces with just a single order.

The circle formed by the guards was getting smaller and smaller. Li Xian stood in the center of the circle. The long spears around him were like dense thorns, trapping him inside.

Li Xian raised his head slightly, and his eyes swept across the cold and ruthless faces. There was no fear in the eyes of these guards, only absolute obedience to orders. He knew that as long as he made the slightest move, they would take him down without hesitation. However, his eyes were still firm, looking straight at the gate of Changle Palace through the layers of armor.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint sneer. He turned a deaf ear to everything around him, waiting for someone to walk out.

The guard tilted the halberd in his hand slightly forward, with the tip of the halberd almost touching Li Xian's robe, but always maintaining a subtle distance, which was intimidating enough without actually hurting anyone.

It was just this silent feeling of oppression that made the atmosphere in the entire palace heavy. The ministers outside the palace and the palace servants who were about to enter Changle Palace were also frightened by the sudden tense situation and dared not speak out.

They knew that if Li Xian made any unusual moves, these guards would subdue him without hesitation, or even kill him on the spot. At this time, a suffocating atmosphere of tension permeated the Changle Palace, as if a storm was about to come.

The armor and iron tools intertwined, but no sound was made.

The person at the center of the storm shocked everyone in Changle Palace.

His father had risen rapidly to the position of Prime Minister of the Empire, and his elder brother was already the governor of a county.

He had just been entrusted with an important mission by the emperor to go to Chu. Now that he came back, was he openly trying to snatch a bride from the Meng family?

Given his status, if she were an ordinary princess, Li Xian would have a very high chance of succeeding in marrying her.

But that was Yongan, not an ordinary person.

It was not until Yao Jia saw Li Xian that he was stunned by Li Xian's eyes after taking a sip of wine, before he could swallow it... Anger, resentment and doubts were all mixed together, making it complicated and strange.

As Li Xian grew more and more like his father, his eyes had an indescribable chill, a coldness beyond cunning, and even an elder like him didn't want to look him in the eye. It was chilly and cold, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Considering the clothes he was wearing, people who didn't know would have thought he had been in jail for a few days.

The armor on the guards reflected a cold light under the lights in the hall. Each piece of armor was like a talisman of death, tightly binding Li Xian's space for movement.

The wine rolled up and down Yao Jia's throat, and he felt a burning pain. After all, Li Xian was the son of his old colleague. Although they were not close friends, they could be called political allies. At this moment, he was extremely anxious. He wanted to remind Li Xian not to lose his manners, but he was also worried that his rash intervention would bring trouble to himself. He secretly calculated that if he could find an opportunity to take Li Xian away from Changle Palace, he might be able to resolve this storm. However, the current situation was like an arrow on a string, and a little carelessness would lead to a disaster.

Just as he was struggling, the voice instantly drowned him out.

"Your Highness, I, Li Xian, have used up my humble talents while on a tour of the southern lands. On the day I returned to the capital, I encountered something that I did not understand, and I wish to report it to Your Majesty."

Li Si's face turned pale when he heard this. Li Xian returned to the capital without an imperial edict and showed contempt for the royal family. Which of these crimes was not punishable by death?

There's no way he doesn't know what Changle Palace is!

Ying Hehua is present at the moment, and Meng Tian, ​​who has returned from Shangjun, will go to Changle Palace with Meng Yi.

Ying Zheng's intention is self-evident.

Li Xian was so exhausted, he didn't do it to report to the emperor, he was willing to sacrifice his life for a woman! !

And his rebellious son is still talking.

"My recklessness is my own fault. I sincerely hope that Your Majesty will be honored and will endure death for a moment."

The Naji ceremony has always been presided over by Zong Zheng, and Ying Zheng was not present at all!

What Li Xian wanted to see was not Ying Zheng, but Ying Hehua.

And what about Ying Hehua?

She knelt beside the table and did not react to this at all, not even her expression changed!

Li Si sighed, the cruelty of Yongan was evident from the stabbing of Zhao Jia, and her poisoning of Zhang Liang was just her cold-bloodedness. Her calmness at this moment made him feel a little uneasy.

Li Si felt that she would not take anyone's life to heart. He would never know that it was she who cared too much about them, until today.

Li Xian was determined to disrupt today's grand ceremony in Changle Palace.

Yao Jia was so excited by the scene that he almost coughed.

He really didn't understand. He had heard about Ying Hehua shooting Li Xian with an arrow in Longtai Palace. How could Li Xian like Ying Hehua? Or was he attracted by Ying Hehua's power? If it was the latter, he wouldn't have to take his head in his hand and compete with Meng Yi for the bride!

When Li Si was about to get up and go outside the hall to scold him, Xu Zhi got up from the desk first.

"I think it would be better for Prime Minister Li not to leave the palace."

Li Si raised his eyes slightly, his gaze lingered on Ying Hehua's face for a moment, then lowered his eyelids, his tone respectful but with deep meaning: "I failed to educate my son properly, causing him to act rashly and disturb the ceremony. This is indeed my fault. However, my son has always been cautious, and his actions today may have other hidden reasons. I dare to ask Your Highness the Princess to look carefully and not let a momentary mistake lead to a major event."

Li Si would not easily take all the responsibility on himself, but would instead retreat in order to advance.

"I will step forward to settle this matter. My son will certainly not dare to act recklessly. Princess can rest assured." Li Si continued.

Xu Zhi looked around and saw that there were no more than ten courtiers entering the upper hall. She looked at Li Si's expression and saw that Li Si wanted to continue reading the imperial edict. From this she knew that the only person present who had seen the real imperial edict was Ying Teng.

She smiled softly and said, "Now that the Prime Minister has left the palace, the nature of the matter may have changed. I don't want to distract the emperor from the private matter between me and your son."

"Your Majesty is busy with many things every day. The most important thing now is the ceremony of Changle Palace." He stood up, looked at Ying Teng, and said to him: "I think the ceremony of Zongzheng can continue."

Ying Teng looked at Ying Hehua.

Xu Zhi knew the six rituals by heart, and among them, the ritual of asking for the name of the bride required asking for divination in Yongcheng. She glanced at the sky outside. Before Ying Yuanman rushed from Yongcheng to Changle Palace, she still needed time to deal with Li Si and others.

It took her a lot of time just to convince Meng Yi.

Before she presented it to Ying Zheng, she handed him the written edict intact.

The lacquered wood was tied with golden and black cotton thread, and Azhi solemnly handed it to Meng Yi.

"Princess, this is a risky move. I cannot agree with it." Meng Yi did not respond.

She naturally took it from Ah Zhi and untied the knot while saying, "I acted so clearly, but Lord Meng dared not look at it?"

Under the flying phoenix pattern of Changle Palace, the clear blue reflected her eyes like apricots. Under her long eyelashes were a pair of dark pupils, which flickered with a dizzying light. If you looked at them for a long time, they were like a whirlpool.

Perhaps there really was a moment when he hoped that she was being cunning and not telling the truth.

She took a step closer and looked up at him. "Master Meng, please don't rush to reject my request. Don't say anything either. Only the chief of the clan can open it. I will present it to my father in two days."

Ying Hehua had no problem tearing up her own edict, but Meng Yi was not qualified to review it before giving it to Ying Zheng.

"Princess……"

He retreated and she advanced.

"I wanted to just talk to you about it, but you never believed me. You had to see it with your own eyes."

She only pulled out half of the black silk with a gold background, but the contents inside were enough to completely freeze him in place.

It took Meng Yi a long time to react.

"...Yongan."

"Don't make a decision for your brother yet. You have about two days to ask your brother's opinion before I submit it to our father. But I can tell you first that my sister's heart has been in her heart for a long time. I hope General Meng Tian will not disappoint her."

Xu Zhi did not tell Meng Yi that she had fought for these two days just to prevent the contents of the imperial edict from being changed so that she could imprison Li Xian.

Meng Yi was a close minister of Ying Zheng. The two neatly arranged and beautiful lines of small seal characters on the white silk were undoubtedly the work of Ying Hehua.

He recalled an incident that happened a long time ago. Before Ying Zheng became emperor, he once said: There was a kind father before there was a country.

He found only one possibility.

She left this only chance of freedom to marry to someone else. What should she do?

"I understand what my father wants. If my sister doesn't marry General Meng Tian, ​​then I will most likely marry you."

"Yong'an." He paused. After all, he was entangled in something too complicated and could not ask the second half of the question.

She then smiled, and much of the cunning in her eyes faded away, revealing a soft light as bright as pearls.

"This is not what you and I want. I thought, if I could tie a red string and fly together, why not?"

After she finished speaking, she hurriedly wrapped up the imperial edict and got on the carriage.

Meng Yi was not fortunate enough to see the second half of the edict, so he could only watch as all the anchors rushed towards him at a rapid speed.

He thought that the imperial edict only mentioned the marriage between the eldest princess and his brother.

The moment Xu Zhi stepped out of the palace gate with her left foot, she heard Li Si say to Ying Teng: "The chief of the clan can continue to announce the decree."

"Father!"

"Zong Zheng." In Ying Zheng's absence, Li Si's orders were extremely important.

Ying Teng didn't know what was going on. If the ceremony today was not completed smoothly, it would only cause more trouble for Ying Zheng. He really didn't understand Ying Hehua. Once the edict was read out, there was no reason to close it.

After all, he watched Ying Hehua grow up. At this last moment, he still hoped that Ying Zheng would appear and use his status as the emperor to prevent the little princess's edict from being made public.

[The Emperor, in accordance with the Will of Heaven, proclaims: I believe that the universe is in its proper place, and the yin and yang are in harmony, which is the great principle of heaven and earth; the prosperity of the family and the country depends on marriage, which is the foundation of the clan society. My eldest daughter is both virtuous and beautiful, prudent and mature, gentle and kind, and able to follow the rules of the inner world, and is able to cooperate with the rules of the inner world. General Meng Tian has been loyal for generations, has extraordinary courage and strategy, has made outstanding military achievements, and is feared by people far and wide. He is the pillar of the country and the pillar of the court. Now I have specially issued an imperial decree to allow the two of them to form a friendly relationship between Qin and Jin, and to strengthen the clan forever. You should obey my orders, abide by the etiquette, respect each other like guests, and work together to bring glory to the Qin Dynasty and enjoy peace forever. ]

The palace door slowly opened, and in the dim light, he appeared before her. The bloody mark caused by the dart that Wang Yan mentioned was still left on his cheekbone, making his already raised eyebrows even more fierce and a little evil.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, yet they also revealed a hint of unfathomable depth.

The air around her seemed to stagnate with his presence.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, his smile not reaching his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse: "You will still come."

No one could have imagined that Ying Teng did not stop reading the edict.

The sky was dim, and a pair of white geese were flying in the sky, which should not have happened in late spring.

It was as if in the previous life, he proposed to me late.

Every time she went down a step, Ying Teng's voice came from behind her, covering up his voice.

"I have heard that the way of heaven and earth is that yin and yang are in harmony, and all things come into being; the righteousness of ruler and subject is that the upper and lower are in harmony, and the country is at peace."

[I have heard that the Book of Rites says: "The bond between husband and wife shall not change throughout life." Princess Yong'an, my beloved daughter, once made an alliance with the Chu State to form the Qin-Jin alliance. The alliance was signed and the term was one hundred years.]

"High reputation and great salary are as insignificant as a gnat in the universe. I hope to use my tiny fluorescent light to be the edge of the bright pearl and reflect the princess's splendor."

[However, God did not give her a long life, and Fuchu died young. I am deeply saddened by the separation of our lover. The princess was chaste and respectful, and asked to leave the capital and go to Chu to be a widow. I am impressed by her integrity and will, and I have granted her request.]

"I dare not ask for anything out of turn. I only wish to serve the princess with my remaining loyalty and protect her. I will pledge my three lives in stone and serve my flesh and blood spirit to ask for the best of the world."

[You should go to Chu, take care of the orphans and offer sacrifices to them, to comfort the spirits of the deceased and to show the virtue of the royal family. The subjects of Chu should not be treated with disrespect.]

Ying Teng stopped talking, and all the winds stopped. Everything was silent, except for the sound of his heartbeat roaring in his ears.

He knelt under the numerous swords and spears and looked up at her.

Li Xian had difficulty breathing. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found his throat dry. Thousands of silver needles pierced his throat, making it impossible for him to make a sound. In the end, he could only ask three words in a hoarse voice.

"why?"

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice flowed like a clear spring, with determination and a look of calmness and fearlessness.

"I am not unmarried."

She didn't lie, and even what she said to Ying Zheng was almost the same as what she is saying now.

She had married into the State of Chu, had actually worn a wedding dress once, and had sincerely thought about being someone's wife.

Although it was only three days, I was absolutely sincere and there was no deception.

It's just a little sad that her sincerity only fulfilled her scheme.

Even though Zhang Liang had forgotten her, even though Li Xian would have been her best choice to a large extent, even though she could have taken advantage of the Meng family, she could not deceive her own heart.

She never wanted to treat marriage as a transaction.

But she admitted that she had used him by any means necessary. She subconsciously grabbed her sleeves and endured this feeling of melancholy.

"Jingqian," she called him by his given name so tenderly for the first time, and then, she looked at him and said, "Forget it."

It was clearly not the same outcome as last time, yet the defeat was even more tragic than the last time. There was not a single wound on his body, yet it seemed as if he was covered in blood. The pain surged into his heart, crushing his entire body again and again, worse than the chopping of knives, axes, or hammers, and worse than the burning of thunder and fire.

He was the one who planned Fu Chu's death.

He even taught her how to do it himself.

Every heartbeat was like a blunt knife cutting, blood dripping, but there was no escape. The pain was not sharp for a moment, but a long dull pain that spanned five years, fifteen years, thirty years... like ice penetrating the bone marrow, and burning the internal organs like a raging fire. He wanted to grab something, but found that his hands were empty, only the endless regret and despair, like a poisonous snake entwined in his heart, gnawing at his soul.

Words cannot describe how heartbroken I am.

It is a despair that goes deep into the bone marrow, an irreparable loss, and a distance that can never be reached in this life.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat.