Ying Zheng's proclamation echoed throughout the assembly, the air crackled with the weight of his words.
"I am the First Emperor," he declared, his voice imbued with the authority of one who held the fate of nations in his hands.
In that moment, a beam of radiant light bathed his form, casting him in an otherworldly glow that seemed to elevate him beyond the realm of mere mortals.
To the gathered masses, he appeared as a divine figure, a celestial being gracing the earth with his presence.
The soldiers and common folk who bore witness to this awe-inspiring sight felt their hearts swell with pride and devotion.
"Long live our Emperor!" they cried, their voices resonating with a fervor that shook the very foundations of the city.
"Greetings to His Majesty, the First Emperor!" they exclaimed, their eyes shining with reverence and awe.
Amidst the clamor of adulation, Ying Zheng surveyed the scene below, his heart heavy with the weight of the empire he now commanded.
The glory of this day was tempered by the ache of a loss that no triumph could assuage
Amidst the sea of officials, the sons and daughters of the First Emperor stood tall
their hearts swelling with pride at their father's unprecedented achievement.
Numbering over ten daughters and twenty sons, each bore the mark of his bloodline, a testament to the strength and longevity of the Qin dynasty.
Yet, as the First Emperor cast his gaze upon his brood, a shadow of melancholy darkened his features
his thoughts drifting inexorably to the one who was missing – his eldest son.
"Fu Su," he whispered, the name a tender plea on his lips, "where are you now? When can I see you again?"
The absence of his firstborn weighed heavily upon him, a burden unlike any other.
The memory of holding the child in his arms for the first time,
the overwhelming sensation of love and pride, was a stark contrast to the despair that now haunted him.
For even as he had survived the cruel hand of fate during the assassination, it was his beloved Fu Su who had paid the ultimate price
"My first son," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, "today i have all the world in my hand but until now i can't find you "
As the First Emperor's voice trailed off, the festivities continued to swirl around him, a bittersweet reminder that even the greatest of victories could not erase the pain of loss.
the fate of his eldest son, a shadow that lingered at the edge of his vision.
The memory of that unspeakable tragedy haunted him, a taboo subject that no one dared broach, even as it festered within the depths of his soul.
As the jubilant voices of his subjects continued to rise and fall around him
Ying Zheng addressed the assembled officials, his words a vow to the future of his newly forged empire.
"My dear ministers, from this day forth, let it be known that the Great Qin Empire has risen!"
His proclamation hung in the air, a beacon of hope and unity for a people who had known only strife and division.
"The Great Qin Empire!" The officials shouted, their voices brimming with pride and determination.
The echoes of their proclamation spread like wildfire throughout the city, kindling a spark of hope and possibility in the hearts of all who heard it.
In the streets of Xianyang City, the people of the Great Qin exchanged glances of wonder and anticipation.
"From this day on, we are the people of the Great Qin Empire," they murmured to one another, their eyes alight with the promise of a new era.
Meanwhile, the citizens of the six vanquished nations exchanged bittersweet looks, their hearts heavy with the weight of their shared history.
"Alas, from this day forth, we, too, are the people of the Great Qin Empire," they acknowledged, their voices tinged with a mixture of resignation and hope.
As the echoes of Ying Zheng's proclamation continued to reverberate throughout the city
the people of the Great Qin Empire found themselves united by a common thread, bound together by the dream of a brighter, more prosperous future.
In that moment, the foundation of an empire was laid, the birth of a new age heralded by the vision and indomitable spirit of the First Emperor.
As the gravity of the moment settled upon the assembled officials, the First Emperor
his voice infused with a warm, congenial tone, addressed the ministers who stood before him.
"My dear ministers, on this auspicious day, we bear witness to the birth of the Great Qin Empire, a feat once thought beyond the realm of possibility."
The air was thick with a sense of camaraderie—the shared triumph of a people united under a common banner.
"Let us celebrate this joyous occasion," the First Emperor declared, his words an invitation to partake in the bounty of their collective achievement.
"Let us feast and drink our fill, for today is a day of revelry and gratitude."
In recognition of the historic significance of this day, the First Emperor graciously declared a respite from the pressing matters of state.
"The concerns of the empire can wait until tomorrow's court meeting."
He announced that his magnanimity was a testament to his wisdom and foresight.
As the weight of his words settled upon the assembled ministers, their hearts swelled with pride and a sense of accomplishment.
They had, against all odds, forged a new empire from the ashes of division and strife, a feat that had seemed an unattainable dream to the kings of Qin who had come before them.
Now, as they stood on the precipice of a new era, the First Emperor allowed himself a moment of quiet satisfaction.
The realization of a once-impossible dream was now a tangible reality, the empire he had envisioned now firmly within his grasp.
As the Emperor and his ministers reveled in the joyous atmosphere, a sense of camaraderie filled the air, and a voice from beyond the palace gates shattered the festive ambiance.
"Urgent report from the north; 800 miles report!"
shouted the soldier, his armor sullied by the dirt and grime of a hasty journey.
The celebratory chatter fell into an expectant hush, with the ministers exchanging concerned glances.
"From the north, you say?" one asked, a flicker of worry creasing his brow.
"Have the Huns mustered the audacity to attack us now, despite the might of our million-strong army?"
The voices of the ministers melded into a cacophony of concern, each trying to make sense of this unexpected development.
Amidst the tumult, Ying Zheng raised a hand, his calm demeanor in stark contrast to the anxious mutterings that surrounded him.
With a simple yet authoritative gesture, he beckoned the eunuchs to grant the soldier entry.
The soldier, his face etched with lines of weariness and urgency, hastened into the palace.
He kneeled before the Emperor, a symbol of unwavering loyalty, and offered a solemn salute.
"Your Majesty," he began, his voice carrying the weight of the news he bore. "I bring great news from the north."
Ying Zheng, his gaze steady and resolute, prompted the soldier to continue.
"Speak," he commanded.
"What has transpired in the northern reaches of our empire?"
The soldier took a deep breath, as if to steady himself against the weight of his revelation.
"Your Majesty," he reported,
"An immortal has appeared and light that makes the nights to a day upon the once-barren slopes of the Yinshan Mountains."
The word 'immortal' seemed to reverberate through the hall, hanging heavily in the charged silence that followed.
A murmur rippled through the assembled ministers, their expressions a mixture of awe and concern.
Such news, coming from a seasoned soldier under the command of the esteemed General Meng Tian, could not be dismissed as mere fancy.