Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 754 Chapter 309: Emperor Qin Shi Huang's Wrath! You Rebellious Son! (Part 2)

Zhao Gao muttered to himself, as though he had revealed every one of his deepest intentions.

Soon after.

The imperial carriage, post-inspection, made its return to Xianyang.

Adhering to Emperor Qin Shi Huang's "last will," the Hundred Officials endorsed Hu Hai's ascension to the throne.

Thus, he earned the title of Second Emperor.

With Hu Hai now emperor.

In the midst of the grand mourning.

Throughout the national funeral rites.

Sensing peril from Fusu.

He swiftly proclaimed a Holy Decree under his father's name, commanding Fusu to take his own life.

Fusu followed the purported decree and ended himself at the Northern Frontier.

Commanding three hundred thousand soldiers yet failing to deploy them.

Later.

Hu Hai unleashed a savage bloodbath, where countless children of Emperor Qin Shi Huang fell to his blade—not via mere execution, but through relentless torture and horrific punishments unto death.

Following that.

In the Morning Discussion Hall.

Zhao Gao sprouted a beard and rose to the rank of one of the Nine Ministers.

Some sneered in mockery, others fawned eagerly.

The infamous "pointing to a deer, calling it a horse" episode transpired.

Afterward.

Li Si suffered extermination at Zhao Gao's hands, torn asunder in execution.

Every one of the court's Nine Ministers was purged.

...

The vision ceased right there.

The Array Plate's light curtain retracted fully.

All individuals within the formation's grasp blinked open their eyes, clarity returning swiftly.

However, in this instant.

Calm had utterly deserted everyone.

Instinctively, their stares converged on Ying Zheng, Zhao Gao, Li Si, and Hu Hai himself.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

"This servant would never dare commit such acts."

"Your Majesty..."

Zhao Gao dropped to his knees before Ying Zheng at once, his complexion ashen, body shuddering uncontrollably.

"I, I wouldn't dare either."

Li Si's expression soured gravely, and he promptly knelt as well.

Right then.

Ying Zheng's eyes blazed crimson.

At last.

Comprehension dawned.

Total understanding struck.

The reason his son resisted Great Qin's Xianyang before reconciliation, even yearning to exile himself guarding Baiyue, and scorned his other sons entirely.

This stemmed entirely from Zhao Feng's foreknowledge of the history unfolding sans his influence.

All these events.

Would unfold precisely without Zhao Feng's existence.

"Rebellious offspring."

"Killing you was right; I should have slain you."

"Slaughtered your siblings, eradicated your blood kin."

"Every one of my children perished by your hand."

"Why such malice? Why such brutality?"

"Death is what you deserve, absolutely."

Ying Zheng fixed his glare on Hu Hai, all paternal warmth extinguished from his eyes, replaced solely by loathing and revulsion.

"I... I never committed these deeds."

"None of this has occurred." Hu Hai stammered in terror.

He had witnessed the vision too.

Despite never acting thus, Hu Hai knew beyond doubt that the figure depicted was himself, and such atrocities lay within his capability.

"Without Feng'er's intervention."

"All this might well have come to pass."

"You merit death."

Ying Zheng pierced Hu Hai with his stare, devoid now of any fatherly bond.

"Convey my decree."

"Slay Hu Hai and his entire clan immediately." Ying Zheng ordered icily.

"As the Holy Decree commands."

Ren Xiao bellowed his assent.

Captured Hu clan members were dragged forward.

Swords flashed from the Imperial Guard Army, cutting them down instantly.

Turning to Hu Hai.

One Imperial Guard advanced.

Another seized him firmly.

"Father, don't let me die, show mercy, I beg you, I don't want to die..."

Hu Hai begged desperately, voice quaking.

Yet no plea availed him.

That history laid bare for Ying Zheng.

Hu Hai's savagery in butchering kin, spurning all brotherhood, exposed him as a monster cloaked in human form.

Under such revelation.

What fatherly tie remained worth preserving?

The Imperial Guard lifted his blade high.

Beholding this.

Zhao Feng silently amassed a thread of True Qi in his right palm.

Mid-swing of the descending sword.

Zhao Feng subtly extended a finger.

Sword Qi sliced silently through the void, impaling Hu Hai's heart prior to the blade's fall.

A sharp crack resounded.

The head tumbled earthward.

"Killed [future Emperor Qin Ershi Hu Hai], changed the great momentum of the Heavenly Dao, gained 200 points of All Attributes, gained 200 days of lifespan, rewarded with a Fourth-tier Treasure Box." The panel displayed a notification.

"Indeed."

"Rewards are also gained from slaying this Hu Hai."

"In the original history, he became Emperor Qin Ershi after all—killing him rivals eliminating Liu Ji, disrupting that so-called great momentum of the Heavenly Dao."

"Evidently, I've now fully shifted the great momentum across Shenzhou." Zhao Feng smiled to himself inwardly.

Though slaying Hu Hai falls short of Liu Ji's Fifth-tier Treasure Box, a Fourth-tier Treasure Box remains quite impressive.

At this instant.

All those gathered in the square struggled to snap back to reality.

Gazing upon Hu Hai's corpse right there, not a soul felt any pity.

They had just witnessed firsthand the ferocious cruelty Hu Hai unleashed upon ascending to the throne.

Most upright officials among the courtiers fell victim to his blade.

Zhao Gao orchestrated their removal via ruthless purges of dissenters.

Hu Hai now lay dead.

The eyes of numerous ministers shifted to Li Si and Zhao Gao, both prostrated on the ground.

Ying Zheng fixed them with a darkened, ominous expression.

Having beheld the unaltered flow of history, none could claim Ying Zheng harbored no murderous urge—and they wouldn't be telling the truth if they did.

Yet apart from Hu Hai,

Li Si and Zhao Gao hadn't committed any acts thus far.

Beneath Ying Zheng's icy, piercing stare,

the duo knelt with heads bowed low, too terrified to utter a word.

After a prolonged silence,

Ying Zheng finally declared: "Zhao Gao, how many years have you served at my side?"

"Replying to Your Majesty,"

"this servant joined the Heir Mansion at age ten—it's thirty years already." Zhao Gao responded, his voice quaking.

"Pack your belongings."

"Depart the palace tomorrow."

"I grant you a thousand gold and fifty servants; take your family's wealth as well."