Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 756 Chapter 310: Acknowledging Ancestry! Gaining the Treasure Box! Ying Zheng: The Crown Prince's Command Is My Command!

Having beheld the slaughter of his heirs by Hu Hai's hand, observed the disordered proceedings of the Qin Dynasty court where a deer was declared a horse.

Ying Zheng now felt deep relief that it hadn't come to pass, and even greater thanks that such disasters would never arise again.

His son stands here!

"How do you see Qin's future unfolding?" Ying Zheng inquired, a hint of worry in his tone.

Evidently.

That vision had profoundly shaken Ying Zheng.

After uniting Shenzhou, he once harbored endless ambitions, dreaming of Qin's eternal legacy through generations.

Yet in the end, the second generation fell.

Particularly upon seeing his aged form perish at Shaqiu.

Experiencing his own demise firsthand left an inexpressible sensation.

"Father."

"Rest easy."

"The leftover forces of the Six States are nothing but rats, unworthy of note."

"Regarding Qin's destiny, your son has already devised strategies. I shall enact the national policies, while you merely approve the memorials; all matters remain firmly in my grasp."

"As for worries over your lifespan? No cause for alarm; your son shall grant you immortality, allowing you to witness Qin's gradual transformation." Zhao Feng chuckled, soothing his father.

"Now I grasp one truth." Ying Zheng fixed his gaze on Zhao Feng.

"What is that?" Zhao Feng inquired.

"Having a capable son to shoulder the loads."

"Hahaha." Ying Zheng burst into booming laughter.

Observing this.

"That's enough."

"Rest properly."

"With my presence, none of those visions will ever occur."

"Take a short sleep, and it shall all fade away."

Zhao Feng grinned at Ying Zheng, delivering words of reassurance.

Then, he pivoted and descended the stairs.

"Feng'er."

"Tomorrow brings the recognition ceremony—treat it with utmost seriousness." Ying Zheng instructed.

"No need to fret."

Zhao Feng waved casually.

"This lad."

A warm, reassuring smile spread across Ying Zheng's features.

"He seeks to let me execute that traitor free of remorse."

"Lest he withhold Qin's future from my sight." Ying Zheng pondered inwardly with a sigh.

He fully recognized his son's efforts on his behalf.

Today!

For Qin, turmoil looms inevitable.

The assembled Hundred Officials had beheld the shift in Great Qin's court, the Emperor's demise, the tampering of the imperial decree.

At the very least.

Those present probably won't disseminate it, given its immense repercussions.

Wei Territory.

Within a hidden underground chamber.

"In the end, the plot fell through."

"Proving Zhao Feng can't be slain so simply."

"This occasion, Zhao Feng deliberately dangled himself as lure to draw us out; in the end, we couldn't restrain ourselves."

Zhang Liang let out a sigh.

"Over a thousand dead soldiers dispatched, every one felled by Zhao Feng."

"A heavy blow, no doubt."

Xiang Liang wore a bitter expression too.

Yet this instance.

Despite awareness of Zhao Feng's scheme, such a prime chance proved irresistible.

After all, Zhao Feng now holds the title of Qin's Prince, the Crown Prince.

Escorted solely by several hundred loyal guards from Xianyang this time; repeating such a chance grows unlikely.

They simply had to strike.

"Maybe Zhao Feng defies assassination altogether."

"Furthermore, his true aim this round targeted not us, but the insiders in Xianyang."

"Post-assassination bid, Zhao Feng commanded Xianyang's lockdown."

"Undoubtedly, major upheavals unfold in Xianyang presently." Zhang Liang sighed.

"Zi Fang."

"What course now?" Xiang Liang questioned.

"Before Qin's vaunted national policy takes full effect, we must gather every scrap of copper and iron feasible to craft arms."

"Lest Qin amass all metals from the realms, leaving us no chance." Zhang Liang declared.

"Our funds barely suffice for adequate amounts."

"Former nobles play it safe, refusing aid."

"Scoundrels." Xiang Liang spat.

"No alternatives." Zhang Liang gave a wry smile, shaking his head.

Despite his brilliance, even he couldn't halt Qin's policy rollout.

"Is there really no path?"

"Should Qin enforce its measures, our path darkens further; restoration becomes mere fantasy." Anxiety gripped Xiang Liang's heart completely.

Restoration, vengeance.

National enmity, personal vendettas.

He could never let go.

Yet presently.

Zhao Feng's rise, his ascension to Qin's Prince, casts a shadow over all hopes.

If Emperor Qin Shi Huang embodied the dread sweeping the world, stabilizing the Daqin realm.

Zhao Feng's reputation has now spread far and wide, his name instilling greater dread among the Six States' remnants than Qin Shi Huang's ever did.

These two names by themselves suffice to crush the remnants of the Six States, forcing them to keep their heads bowed low.

Hatred or fear notwithstanding, they dare only mutter curses from the shadows, too terrified to reveal themselves.

"Father."

"Is it possible that I truly cannot avenge you?"

Zhang Liang felt utterly despondent.

To him,

Revenge and restoration consume his every thought.

Yet against this brutal reality, even the legendary Sage of Strategy senses total helplessness.

...

In Qin, Xianyang!

A profound solemnity envelops the Imperial Palace today.

Within the palace's ancestral temple.

The sacred site honoring Qin's ancestors and past sovereigns.

The Hundred Officials have convened.

Clan elders attend as well.

Meritorious retired soldiers from humble origins are also gathered.

This very day.

All shall bear witness as Zhao Feng receives official recognition and entry into the ancestral annals.

"His Majesty arrives."

"The Empress arrives."

"The Crown Prince arrives."

"The Crown Princess Consort arrives."

Amid three resounding announcements.

Clad in the Black Dragon Emperor Robe and crowned, Ying Zheng escorted Xia Dong'er attired in Imperial Concubine Palace garments.

Following close behind the pair.

Zhao Feng donned a Black Dragon King's robe, topped with a six-pearl crown.

Qin Shi Huang has transcended mere kingship to become an emperor—the first in all the world.