Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 753 Chapter 309: Emperor Qin Shi Huang's Fury! You Rebellious Son!

Instantly!

An invisible glow radiated from the array plate, expanding outward in a flash.

Nearly at once.

This formation's light barrier enveloped the full plaza before the Morning Discussion Hall.

While the formation light screen extended.

No backlash from Qin's Qi Fortune struck it, likely because Zhao Feng serves as Great Qin's Crown Prince and bearer of Qin's Qi Fortune.

The formation ignited.

It wrapped around every person there.

A wave of dizziness hit everyone, and the very next instant.

Their surroundings shifted completely!

A location's name materialized.

Shaoqiu County.

Shielded by tens of thousands of Imperial Guards, the First Emperor's imperial carriage journeyed across the lands, moving through Shaqiu.

Within the imperial carriage.

"Cough cough..."

The aged Emperor Qin Shi Huang erupted into harsh coughs.

"Your Majesty."

"Are you okay?"

The old Zhao Gao hurried close, his expression filled with concern.

"I... I can't defy heaven's appointed time after all, longevity... nothing but empty words."

"Fetch... fetch cloth and silk."

"Call Li Si."

"I... I must issue a decree of succession."

After the fierce coughing, the pale-faced elderly Ying Zheng forced himself upright on the imperial carriage bed, speaking to Zhao Gao.

"Your servant complies with the decree."

Zhao Gao swiftly retrieved a blank decree from nearby.

Ying Zheng seized the brush with shaky hands, inscribing words on the empty decree.

Meanwhile.

Zhao Gao quickly exited the carriage to fetch Li Si.

"Upon my passing, Great Qin must not lack a ruler."

"Fusu, my Eldest Prince, is kind and righteous; he shall inherit the throne."

"Let the Hundred Officials, upon this decree, uphold Fusu as Emperor, the Second Emperor of Qin."

Ying Zheng gripped tight, finishing the decree.

He lifted the Imperial Jade Seal and stamped it firmly.

"Fusu… Fusu..."

Once the decree was done, the old Ying Zheng's life seemed to ebb away completely.

After two feeble cries.

His form slumped lifelessly onto the bed, falling utterly silent.

"Your Majesty."

Outside the imperial carriage.

Li Si called respectfully, yet no answer came from within.

Entering the carriage, Li Si and Zhao Gao faced Ying Zheng sprawled on the bed.

"Your Majesty."

Li Si rushed forward, calling out twice with no reply.

Li Si checked under Ying Zheng's nose cautiously—no breath remained.

"Your Majesty… has departed."

Li Si's voice quivered as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Next to him, Zhao Gao showed stunned grief, tears falling, soon replaced by raw fear.

Zhao Gao's eyes darted urgently to the table ahead.

The decree lay completed.

Zhao Gao spotted the succession words for Fusu right away.

"Prime Minister."

"See this."

Zhao Gao indicated the decree on the table.

Li Si refocused, gazing at the decree.

"Succession to Fusu, eh?"

Li Si's tone shook slightly.

"Prime Minister, what do you think?" Zhao Gao probed carefully.

"What can I think?"

"Of course, we honor the First Emperor's final command and enthrone the Eldest Prince," Li Si replied steadily.

"Prime Minister, only we two are here—no one knows of the First Emperor's death yet."

"Speak freely."

"You know Fusu's nature well enough."

"Though you're his father-in-law, has he shown your daughter any favor these years? As leader of officials, has Fusu ever respected you?"

"If Fusu takes the throne, Prime Minister, your authority and gains vanish entirely." Zhao Gao spoke with venomous intent.

Li Si's brow furrowed: "What are you getting at?"

"Prime Minister."

"My point is plain."

"Fusu must not become Emperor."

"If he does, we're both doomed." Zhao Gao declared sharply.

At these words.

Conflict twisted Li Si's features.

All his influence stemmed from the First Emperor, but his ideals clashed with Fusu's amid deep rifts; Fusu's reign might sideline him, stripping everything away.

For Zhao Gao too, bitter foes with Fusu and the Meng Family loomed.

Should Fusu claim the throne, this eunuch faced an unknown gruesome fate.

"What are your plans?" After some hesitation, Li Si turned to Zhao Gao.

"Back the Eighteenth Prince to become Emperor."

"Though the Eighteenth Prince lacks remarkable talent, he cherishes loyalty above all. If we back him, we'll definitely gain his favor."

"Prime Minister, your skill in forgery is unmatched. Forge the First Emperor's handwriting right here to issue a succession decree for the Eighteenth Prince," Zhao Gao proposed with a sinister gleam.

"Altering the First Emperor's final edict is a grave offense," worry etched across Li Si's face.

"Should Fusu claim the throne, death may still await us down the line," Zhao Gao repeated firmly.

After intense inner conflict.

In the end, Li Si nodded his consent.

They modified the final decree to name Hu Hai as successor, then burned the original edict penned by the First Emperor.

"Prime Minister."

"The First Emperor has passed."

"We need to rush back to the Capital and install the Eighteenth Prince on the throne swiftly to avert calamity."

"For now, maintain secrecy and hold off on proclaiming the funeral," Zhao Gao added.

"Understood." Li Si nodded: "I'll deliver the decree to General Ren Xiao and order him to escort the imperial carriage back to the Capital."

Soon after.

Li Si spun around and exited the imperial carriage.

Yet as he departed, Li Si cast a glance at Ying Zheng's lifeless form on the bed: "Your Majesty, this minister isn't being disloyal; he's merely fighting to stay alive."

Once Li Si had departed.

Zhao Gao too fixed his eyes on the figure upon the bed.

"First Emperor."

"You forged the unification of the realm, an everlasting achievement."

"Yet in the end, you are but mortal."

"Mortals must all perish."

"With your death, how do you differ from the common folk?"

"This servant has trailed you from my youth; you bestowed boundless faith and splendor upon me. But this servant... this servant is merely human too. Without you, I'm no more than an insect—anyone could squash me flat. To endure, this servant has no choice but to go against your will..."