Word of the mysterious figure commanding the spectral army beyond the Great Wall spread like wildfire, leaving shock and bewilderment in its wake.
Soldiers and civilians alike, those who labored tirelessly to fortify the Empire's geart wall
found themselves grappling with the revelation—the long-lost Prince Fu Su had returned, in a way that no one ne could have imagine.
As whispers of the prince's identity reverberated through the encampment, a summons was issued, calling forth the leaders of the work crews that toiled under the general Meng Tian orders.
Seven thousand and sixty men, each responsible for a thousand strong laborers
were ordered to gather before the military tent, anticipation and curiosity mingling with a hint of trepidation.
"What do you think the prince intends to do with us?" murmured one of the leaders, his eyes darting nervously towards the armed guards stationed nearby.
"It's hard to say," replied another, his voice barely above a whisper. "None of us truly know the eldest prince or his temperament."
A third man chimed in, his tone hushed, "Perhaps he seeks to increase our work hours, or maybe he'll grant us additional provisions. We can only hope for the latter."
The air crackled with tension as the assembled leaders exchanged whispered speculations, their fear of drawing the ire of the royal family evident in their furtive glances.
Just as the murmurs threatened to reach a crescendo, a soldier's voice rang out, loud and clear:
"The prince has arrived!"
Heads turned in unison as all eyes fixed upon the figure that had emerged, a collective breath held in anticipation.
Even as the lingering uncertainty weighed heavily upon their shoulders, a sliver of hope endured, a fragile ember in the darkness.
As they stood before the enigmatic Prince Fu Su, the laborers and their leaders could not help but wonder if, perhaps, the tides of fate were about to turn in their favor.
Amidst the sprawling encampment, the spectral figure of Prince Fu Su moved with purpose, his ethereal form cutting through the crowd as whispers followed in his wake.
The air crackled with a potent blend of emotions, curiosity, and awe as soldiers and laborers alike strained for a glimpse of the enigmatic prince.
The lost eldest son of the Qin Empire, returned from the mists of legend, now stood as a symbol of mystery and resilience in the face of civilians.
As the prince ascended the steps of the Great Wall's imposing stronghold, an expectant hush descended upon the gathering.
His ghostly visage was stark against the fortifications, an otherworldly sentinel surveying the fruits of his people's labors.
With a subtle gesture, he beckoned the crowd closer, a silent invitation that sent a ripple of anticipation through the throng.
Stepping forward, Prince Fu Su's voice resonated with unwavering strength and conviction as he addressed the assembled masses.
"Loyal subjects of the Qin Empire," he began, his gaze sweeping across the crowd with an intensity that spoke volumes of his gratitude and respect. "I stand before you, humbled by your tireless efforts and unwavering dedication to our great nation."
A murmur of acknowledgment rippled through the crowd, their eyes locked on the spectral prince as he continued, his every word weighted with sincerity.
"The fruits of your labor, the sweat of your brows, and the blood spilled upon these very walls have fortified our defenses, ensuring the safety of our people."
"For your selfless sacrifice, I offer you my deepest gratitude. People of Qin, thank you for all your hard work.
As the prince's voice echoed across the encampment, silence settled upon the sea of faces upturned in awe and reverence.
The simple yet profound act of a royal figure expressing gratitude to commoners and soldiers alike was a gesture unheard of in a society where status and hierarchy were deeply ingrained.
Prince Fu Su's heartfelt "thank you" resonated through the crowd.
A shockwave of emotion that left even the most hardened warrior moved by the spirit of unity and respect embodied in those two simple words.
Prince Fu Su stood upon the battlements, his spectral form silhouetted against the darkening sky, a sudden ripple of energy pulsed through the air.
With a graceful wave of his hand, a grotesque figure materialized beside him, its bony form shrouded in tattered vestiges of life long since extinguished.
The slave skeleton, an entity both haunting and mesmerizing, elicited a collective gasp from the gathered crowd.
Their initial terror was tempered by the stony resolve of the soldiers surrounding them, their unwavering discipline, a silent reassurance that allayed the fears of the laborers and civilians.
A heavy silence descended upon the gathering as Prince Fu Su began to speak, his voice resonant with authority and conviction.
"This creature you see before you is a slave skeleton you can call it immortal slave," he explained, gesturing to the spectral being at his side.
"They require neither foods nor rest, and though they cannot speak, they understand and obey any command given to them."
As the implications of the prince's words settled upon the crowd, curiosity began to replace their initial fear, a murmur of intrigue rippling through the masses.
Prince Fu Su continued, his spectral form imbued with a regal air befitting his lineage.
"You may wonder whence this creature came. It hails from the immortal world, where I have resided for the past six years."
"Now, as an official disciple of my master, I have been granted the gift of these skeletons to aid our great Qin Empire in its relentless pursuit of progress and growth."
At the mention of immortality, the crowd's eyes widened, their expressions shifting from curiosity to reverence.
Immortality was a dream shared by all who faced the inevitability of aging, a tantalizing promise of eternal youth and vigor.
The knowledge that their prince had not only walked the path of immortality but had become an official disciple in that mystical realm elicited a wave of awe and admiration.
With a unanimous cry of "Congratulations to His Highness for achieving immortality!"
the entire assembly fell to their knees in a gesture of fealty and respect.
The soldiers were the first to kneel, their unwavering loyalty to the Qin Empire anf the Ying royal family embodied in their swift obedience.
In their wake, the civilians followed suit; the sight of their prostrated forms a powerful symbol of the unity and devotion that bound the people of Qin together.
The gathered masses held their collective breath; Prince Fu Su's voice carried through the night, his spectral form illuminated by the flickering torches.
"Hear me, good people of Qin," he declared, his tone resonant with compassion and resolve.
"I hereby decree that all civilians who have labored tirelessly to build the Great Wall shall return home. Your days of toiling under the shadow of this far away land are at an end."
A ripple of surprise and relief swept through the crowd, their eyes shining with gratitude as the weight of their burden began to lift.
But the prince was not yet finished.
Turning his gaze towards the skilled craftsmen among them, he spoke once more.
"To you, the artisans and supervisors who have given your blood and sweat to this noble endeavor, I offer my deepest appreciation."
" Your knowledge and expertise are invaluable, and thus I beseech you to remain, guiding the skeleton slaves in their labors. In return, your salaries shall be increased tenfold."
A roar of approval erupted from the crowd, the air filled with cries of
"Long live Qin! Long live Prince Fu Su!"
For the craftsmen, the promise of increased wealth was a welcome boon, ensuring their families would live more comfortably than ever before.
Yet for many, the true treasure lay not in gold but in the opportunity to command the immortal slave skeletons—a chance to wield power beyond their wildest dreams.
"Now, my friends," Prince Fu Su concluded, his spectral form radiating warmth and camaraderie,
"go forth and spread the news of this day. Tomorrow, the skeleton slaves shall await your commands, ready to serve and build a brighter future for us all."
As the crowd dispersed, murmurs of excitement filled the air, anticipation for the coming day buzzing like an electric current through the encampment.
The promise of commanding the skeleton slaves and the generosity of their prince hung heavy with the promise of a new era for the people of Qin.
Watching the people depart with newfound joy in their hearts, Prince Fu Su turned to General Meng Tian, his trusted advisor and the supreme commander of the Great Wall.
"General Meng Tian," he began, his voice resonant with purpose, "tomorrow I shall summon one million skeleton slaves to serve under the leadership of the craftsmen."
" Together, they shall expedite the construction of the Great Wall and ensure our Empire's safety."
General Meng Tian bowed deeply, the respect and admiration he held for the prince evident in his unwavering loyalty.
"As you command, Your Highness," he replied, his voice filled with conviction.
"Rest assured, the full force of my authority shall be directed towards achieving this noble goal."