"Your Majesty..." The little eunuch who accompanied Hu Hai that day was still alive, and now he followed Ziying as he should have, sweating profusely.
"Shut up!" Ziying glared, and the slave knelt on the ground.
Ziying looked at the little eunuch lying on the ground and sighed.
"Don't call me the lonely emperor."
"My name is Gu... Your Majesty." Ziying's eyes were filled with sadness. Although he was humiliated, he still said so.
The young eunuch knelt on the ground and did not dare to speak.
Ziying didn't care, he just walked forward with a self-deprecating and sad smile on his face.
"Thinking about the centuries-old foundation of our Great Qin... Such wealth and power, but in the end we ended up like this..."
"Eunuch Li, do you think you want to call yourself a king?"
He sat on the stool and picked up the nine-rate golden crown in front of him that was once worn on the head of the first emperor Ying Zheng and the head of Qin II Ying Hu Hai, with a sad expression.
"Qin... his energy has been exhausted..."
His fingers raked through the crown's flow, and he shed tears unconsciously.
I wiped my tears with my sleeves, but heard a hurried report.
"Report——"
"Your Majesty, Liu Jijun has already arrived at the city!"
Hearing this "retribution", Ziying closed her eyes in pain.
"Eunuch Li... bring me my white robe."
"Your Majesty..." The little eunuch lay on the ground, raised his head and looked at Ziying.
"Go quickly." Ziying patted the desk and urged.
...
Liu Ji did not attack the city immediately.
Because, no one was seen at the gate of Xianyang City.
After capturing Lantian, he did not delay and came to Xianyang City without stopping.
But now, he had some vague guesses.
In a daze, he saw that the luxurious city gate had been opened, and there were crowds of people inside.
Not long after, I saw a young man in white robe standing at the front and walking out.
In his hand, he held a wooden plate.
The wooden tray was covered with a piece of luxurious cloth, and there seemed to be something underneath.
Liu Ji was riding on horseback, looking at the young man and squinting his eyes.
"That's...?" Liu Ji turned his head and asked Zhang Liang.
"That's Ziying." Zhang Liang was well-informed and could naturally recognize the young master of the Qin Dynasty, "Fusu's eldest son Ziying."
"Or you can call him...Qin Sanshi." Zhang Liang seemed to have a guess and glanced at Liu Ji meaningfully.
Liu Ji nodded and took a breath through his nose.
Behind Ziying were a group of veterans of the Qin Dynasty wearing black robes.
Zhao Gao has brutalized Zhongliang for three years, and there are only a few old ministers left.
What Ziying wears on her head is not the ninth-rate crown worn by the emperor, but still the crown of a young master.
Then, under Liu Ji's shocked and understanding gaze, Qin Sanzi Ziying...knelt down.
Even the black-robed Qin Chen behind him also knelt down.
But even after kneeling down, they were still walking forward, squirming, followed by two carriages, in which sat the tied up Ziying's wife, daughter, and family members.
Wearing white mourning robes, kneeling on the ground...
This is a gift.
Tears flowed from Ziying's eyes, dripping on the ground and on the stained white robe. Ziying gritted his teeth, and the hand holding the wooden plate trembled, trembling uncontrollably.
Humiliation, sorrow, pain, resentment.
But this was Ziying's only means to save Da Qin's last breath.
Liu Ji looked at Zhang Liang and Li Shiqi, then at Fan Kuai, Peng Yue and Ren Ao, and pursed his lips.
But he found that everyone's expressions were filled with sighs.
Even as enemies, they feel sad.
Absolutely sad.
Liu Ji turned over and dismounted, glanced at Zhang Liang again, and signaled him to take control of the army, and then walked alone towards Qin III... no, Prince Qin Ying.
Qin had only two emperors, the first emperor of Qin, Ying Zheng, who unified the world, and the second emperor of Qin, Ying Hu Hai, who lost his ancestral legacy.
Ying Ziying... did not proclaim himself emperor.
So he is just the King of Qin and the Prince of Qin.
Ziying lowered his head. Liu Ji was a thousand meters away from him, but he could clearly hear Liu Ji's footsteps.
Those were not footsteps.
That's the sound of a bell.
Sweat and tears dripped down Ziying's cheeks and onto the ground, but he could not make a sound, but the ground was already wet.
The wooden plate in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy, but Ziying had to support it.
This is the time for Da Qin to finally possess these things.
Liu Ji had already walked in front of Ziying.
The first thing he did was to pick up the luxurious cloth covering the wooden plate, throw it to the ground, and look at the truly precious thing covered by the cloth.
Those are the jade seal and the military talisman.
Ziying looked at Liu Ji's shoes and the piece of cloth thrown aside by Liu Ji, and felt her heart aching.
What was thrown away was not the cloth, but the dignity of his great Qin.
Liu Ji did not reach out to touch the jade seal and military talisman. He grabbed Ziying's arm and helped Ziying up.
Ziying stood up, but still lowered his head.
"Qin III?"
"King Qin."
Liu Ji nodded and raised his hands, but still didn't pick up the jade seal and military talisman. He just hugged his chest.
He looked at the puddle of water on the ground, then at Ziying's dancing eyes, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
After walking around Ziying for several times, Liu Ji kept looking at Ziying, but Ziying remained silent.
"Qin, are you willing to surrender?" After turning around three times, Liu Ji stood still, slightly raising his head and looking at Ziying.
"...I wish to surrender." Ziying raised his eyes and finally met Liu Ji's eyes.
After a long time, Liu Ji smiled and took away the jade seal and military talisman from the wooden plate as if snatching them away.
Then he turned around and shouted at his troops.
"Enter the city!"
...
Qin died.
The moment Ziying went out to present the seal, Qin died.
It only took Zhao Gao and Hu Hai three years to completely destroy the hundreds of years of foundation accumulated by the ancestors of Qin.
Everything must come to an end, but the end of Qin, the former overlord of the Central Plains, seems... so absurd and ridiculous.
I wonder if the First Emperor would have let out an eternal sigh while watching all this in the sand dunes.
What to sigh about?
Sigh...it's time to die.
Gain the world, lose the world.
The hope of being passed down for eternity is ultimately in vain.
And those who are still alive will eventually move on.
...
I don't know where, but there seems to be an existence hidden deep in a certain place, attached to something, as if it senses something.
In that empty place, only two sad sobs were heard, and everything returned to calm.
Continue to follow your own path and continue to do what you want.
For that crisis that could destroy the world, I had already arranged everything.
It's just that now, it's far from the time when I show up.