Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 755 Chapter 309: Emperor Qin Shi Huang's Fury! You Rebellious Son! (Part 3)

Ying Zheng spoke unhurriedly, "Qin is vast; you can settle anywhere."

Hearing these words,

His heart gripped by terror, Zhao Gao raised his head and stammered, "Your Majesty, I do not wish to leave."

"Even though the incident hasn't happened yet, I've witnessed it myself. If I allow you to remain beside me, I might truly end up killing you."

"Go."

"Let this settle our thirty years as master and servant; I grant you your life." Ying Zheng flicked his sleeve.

Witnessing this scene,

Zhao Gao shed tears as he kowtowed deeply to Ying Zheng. "This servant thanks Your Majesty for your mercy!"

"Li Si."

"Rise."

Ying Zheng let out a sigh.

"Your Majesty."

"I bear the blame."

Li Si bowed his head, his face flushed with shame.

"The mistake hasn't come to pass, and you toiled diligently for Qin. Perhaps in your old age, your judgment faltered." Ying Zheng uttered slowly.

While Ying Zheng retained some master-servant affection for Zhao Gao, he extended far more leniency to Li Si.

Furthermore, within that foresight,

Li Si had schemed, yet he strove fiercely to preserve Qin's dominion, only succeeding in the end not at all.

In the final analysis,

Executing Li Si over this would prevent Ying Zheng from standing as an eternal sovereign emperor.

"This minister thanks Your Majesty for your grace." Li Si prostrated before Ying Zheng, relief flooding his chest.

"Ministers."

"Do you now grasp the Crown Prince's vital importance to Qin?"

Ying Zheng gazed down at the assembled civil and military officials below the dais, his voice measured.

"Your Majesty possesses a Crown Prince; thus does Qin."

"A fortune for Qin."

"Qin shall endure through countless generations."

The entire court of officials chorused their heartfelt acclaim.

Having personally endured that earlier vision,

In moments of execution by Hu Hai's hand, amid family slaughters, they had sharply sensed the agony.

Such horrors they never wished to relive.

Thanks solely to Zhao Feng's existence, none of it would repeat.

Toward this Crown Prince, their reverence and faith deepened profoundly.

"Huai Zhuang."

"You have profoundly disappointed me."

Ying Zheng fixed his gaze on Huai Zhuang and his ilk, brimful of letdown.

"This old minister has failed Your Majesty."

"From the beginning, I may have erred." Huai Zhuang gave a wry smile.

In that vision mere moments ago, he had perished too, his entire clan butchered by Hu Hai.

This revelation made clear

That even absent Zhao Feng, Fusu—the one they backed—was fated never to claim the throne.

Their efforts were doomed to futility.

Had they refrained from opposition at the outset, the result might have differed.

Yet now, all was set in stone.

"Confine them to the Tingwei prison."

"Tingwei shall deal with them."

Ying Zheng gestured dismissively.

The Imperial Guards swiftly dragged Huai Zhuang and the other turncoats away.

The corpses strewn at the dais's base heralded a seismic upheaval in the imperial court.

Countless officials who had lived through the fresh vision felt they had narrowly escaped calamity.

"Tomorrow,"

"the Crown Prince shall return to his ancestral lineage, with every official present at the Ancestral Temple rite."

"Court is adjourned."

Ying Zheng swept his hand.

"Your ministers withdraw."

The officials deeply bowed before filing out sequentially.

Clearly,

They required time themselves to compose their rattled nerves.

Ying Zheng had been shaken to his core, leaving them mute in awe.

Before long,

The court emptied.

Atop the steps lingered only Ying Zheng and Zhao Feng.

"That vision revealed to me merely the pointing-deer-as-horse farce."

"What transpired next?"

"Without your existence, what fate awaited Qin?" Ying Zheng eyed Zhao Feng, traces of worry in his gaze.

Though such events would never recur, Ying Zheng burned with curiosity.

"Qin would fall by the second generation." Zhao Feng replied deliberately.

"Who bore the guilt?" Ying Zheng inquired.

"Initially, uprisings erupted among Qin's laborers, then chaos swept the realm as Six States remnants rose anew, leveraging old glories to incite turmoil throughout Qin." Zhao Feng explained.

"How could Qin's forces fail to grasp victory? Even with Hu Hai's ineptitude, Qin's crack troops ought to have quelled the realm." Ying Zheng questioned in astonishment.

"Hu Hai proved inept and was ultimately driven to suicide by Zhao Gao."

"In the true course of history, Father dispatched Qin's vanguard legions to secure the Northern Frontier and Baiyue."

"He further decreed their eternal vigilance at the borders, barring barbarian hordes from ravaging the sacred Huaxia lands."

As he recounted this, Zhao Feng radiated deep veneration.

"Indeed, that's precisely what I would have done." Ying Zheng nodded in contemplation.

Myriad emotions flickered across his face.

"Qin was doomed to fall after the second generation."

"Fusu."

"Utterly incompetent—he took his own life without a second thought upon receiving that one edict."

"Hu Hai, completely worthless."

"Feng'er."

"Your strategy was spot on."

"Had you not been my son, fleeing to Baiyue would have been your wisest move, lest that traitor bring harm upon you."

"Yet, given your power, he could never touch you."

"Truly blessed by the heavens."

"You and your mother's return not only saved me from a lifetime of loneliness but also rescued Qin from collapsing after the second generation."

Ying Zheng turned toward Zhao Feng with a smile, his heart overflowing with profound thanks.

Zhao Feng's presence alone.

Ensured Qin would avoid ruin after the second generation and enter a new era of glory.

The once-fated course of history had been altered.

Ying Zheng felt deep gratitude!

Thank heavens for this recognition, or the mighty unified Qin would plunge back into chaos.

"Maybe it's the will of the gods."

"Father."

"Perhaps it really is destiny."

"Had I not distinguished myself in the army and simply left after two years in the Logistics Army."

"You died at Shaqiu, and by then, Mother and I would have been there too."

Zhao Feng smiled back at Ying Zheng, equally moved in his heart.

Maybe.

This was heaven's own design.

These words struck him.

Ying Zheng recalled his demise at Shaqiu from the vision.

Ying Zheng grinned, "Yes, even in death, I'd stay close to your mother!"

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