The carriage door swung open, a spectacle of awe and reverence unfurled before Long Su's eyes.
A sea of silent figures, comprised of skeletal soldiers and Qin warriors, stretched towards the horizon their unwavering discipline show how much of a palpable force they are .
The sight stirred within Long Su a profound sense of connection and nostalgia, memories of Fu Su's life flowing through his mind like a river, carrying with it the ebb and flow of conversations and experiences that had once shaped his very being.
Overwhelmed by the weight of these reminiscences, tears pooled in Long Su's eyes.
"The incompetent son greets the Royal Father."
His voice, though choked with emotion, resounded with reverence as he addressed the familiar figure of Ying Zheng.
Despite the passage of time and the stark contrast of Long Su's white hair against his once-dark locks, the bond between father and son was undeniable.
Recognition and pride mingled in Ying Zheng's gaze as a rare, warm smile softened his imposing features, the coldness that often characterized him dissipating like frost in the morning sun. "Welcome home, son."
The exchange between father and son reverberated throughout the assembled masses, their own voices rising in a resounding chorus of reverence and adulation.
"Greetings, His Highness, the Eldest Son!"
Thousands of voices melded into one, a testament to the deep respect and affection the people held for their beloved prince.
With a subtle gesture, Ying Zheng beckoned Long Su to join him within the confines of the royal carriage.
The journey through the city streets revealed a bustling populace, their spirits buoyed by the promise of a brighter future.
Long Su's return from the immortal realm had heralded a new era of prosperity; the Emperor's decree abolishing forced labor and free tax for a year was all a direct result of the eldest prince's return.
A rippling sea of adulation and gratitude enveloped the carriage as it wove its way through the city, a cacophony of voices chanting in unison. "Long live the Qin Empire! Long live the Qin Empire!" The people's fervent admiration for the eldest son was evident, the tale of his acquisition of immortal skeletal soldiers that could work tirelessly from dusk till dawn inspiring awe and reverence.
The firstborn of the royal family, Fu Su, had transcended his mortal origins, the people proclaimed.
He was now an immortal, a savior who had harnessed the power of the celestial realm to usher in an unprecedented age of hope and renewal.
With each passing moment, the legend of Fu Su grew, as did the people's fervent prayers for a golden era under his benevolent guidance.
As the majestic silhouette of the imperial palace loomed on the horizon, Long Su couldn't help but be humbled by the weight of his people's expectations.
An air of anticipation hung heavy within the imperial palace as the day of Fu Su's grand revelation drew near.
The triumph of the Qin Empire over the six warring kingdoms had sent shockwaves throughout the lands
the black birds banners unfurled as a testament to the relentless might of the ruling dynasty.
However, it was the news of an immortal's descent and the involvement of the eldest prince, Fu Su, that truly shook the very foundations of the remaining noble houses.
In the shadows of this revelation, the empire had seen its darkest days.
Blood flowed like rivers, the crushed embers of rebellion extinguished under the cloak of darkness.
The stench of death permeated the streets of Xianyang, a silent reminder of the price of being a week person.
Under the watchful eye of Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, the wheels of fate turned, and none dared to challenge his iron-clad rule.
It was amidst this tumult that the four generals of the Qin Dynasty—Huan Yi, Meng Tian, Wang Ben, and Wang Jian—returned to the imperial city, including Li Su, who was leading the ministers to every part of the Dynasty to inspect the law of Qin.
Their presence was a clear indication of the significance of the upcoming announcement as the empire stood on the precipice of a new era.
Within the grand halls of the palace, a gathering of civil and military officials convened, their regal robes and ceremonial tablets a testament to the solemnity of the occasion.
As the echoes of the eunuchs' voices heralded the arrival of the emperor and the eldest son, an undercurrent of surprise rippled through the assembled throng.
The conspicuous absence of Zhao Gao, the most trusted Eunuch, did not go unnoticed.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. May the Great Qin rule forever, and may the King live forever."
The officials proclaimed in unison, their voices resonating through the vast hall as they bowed in reverence.
Ying Zheng, his commanding presence undeniable, raised his hand, a silent command for the officials to rise.
"Stand up," he declared, his voice echoing through the chamber.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," the officials replied in practiced unison, their synchronized movements a reflection of the strict order that defined the Qin Empire.
As the officials took their seats on either side of the hall, an air of anticipation settled over the gathering.
The moment of Fu Su's grand revelation was at hand, and the fate of the empire will fall in his hands .
None could foresee the consequences of the prince's ascension, but one thing was certain: the immortal student's identity would be forever etched in the annals of history, a legend that would echo through the ages.
Within the grand confines of the imperial court, an air of solemnity pervaded as Ying Zheng's authoritative voice resonated through the hall.
"Imperial Censor," he called, his commanding tone leaving no room for hesitation.
"Draft an imperial edict, and choose an auspicious day to hold the ceremony to enthrone the crown prince."
His piercing gaze settled upon his son, a mixture of pride and expectation etched upon his features.
"My son, you have wandered the outside lands for many years, devoted to the pursuit of the immortal path. The time has come for you to return to your roots and establish a legacy of your own."
The weight of his proclamation hung heavy in the air as he continued, his voice unwavering.
"This matter shall be announced to the world this very day. Let it be known that Fu Su, my son and the eldest son of the Qin royal family of the Qin Dynasty, has mastered the way of immortals. Let the name of our royal family be forever synonymous with the divine path."
A palpable silence settled over the court, the gravity of the emperor's words etching themselves into the hearts and minds of all those present.
" Congratulations your Majesty, congratulations for the Ying family "
All the minster said in one loudly voice
None dared to challenge his decree, the fear of invoking the King of Qin's terrible wrath a suffocating presence within the hall.
"Royal father, I have something to say."
Long su said loudly after the silence covered the ministers.
"Alright," Ying Zheng agreed, his voice resonating through the chamber.
"I wish to express my deepest appreciation for your selfless service to the Qin Dynasty."
"As a token of my gratitude and with my father's blessing, we shall bestow upon each loyal subject and their families a gift—a life-altering elixir that shall enhance your vitality and extend your lives to at least one hundred and fifty years."
Long Su's voice, rich with empathy and gratitude, broke the silence.
facing the ministers of Qin; who send money , their sons, and some of them even lost their lives for the dream of destroying the other kingdom's
This is the best way to win the hearts of everyone here including all the soldiers across the empire and in the same time the Blood-Pool can be used
The court erupted in a chorus of reverence and elation, the promise of longevity infusing the room with an electric energy.
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live the eldest son!" The resounding chants filled the hall, their echoes reverberating long after the emperor and his heir had departed.
In the wake of the momentous announcement, the court remained steeped in a stunned silence.
Each individual grappled with the weight of the revelation, the knowledge that their lives and the very fabric of the empire would be forever transformed by the dawning of this new era.
"If there are no other matters to discuss, let us adjourn the court. Fu Su, accompany me to Zhangtai Palace."
As the father and son made their way towards the back hall, a hush fell over the assembled officials.
As they stood, united in awe and anticipation, the echoes of change reverberated through the chamber, a harbinger of the incredible future that lay ahead.
The austere walls of the Zhangtai Palace loomed before Long Su and Ying Zheng, the sanctity of the emperor's domain an imposing presence.
The palace, typically forbidden to all but a select few officers and royal families, bore the weight of history and power within its walls.
Even members of the royal family were not privy to its secrets, the burden of the empire segregating the Qin ruler from the comforts of familial intimacy.
As they ventured further into the palace's confines, an uncomfortable silence settled between father and son.
The duality of Ying Zheng's existence—emperor and father—had long necessitated a division of self, his role as the architect of the Qin Dynasty overshadowing the man beneath the regalia.
The isolation of power, a mantle donned by all who bore the title of emperor, was a burden that demanded a solitary existence. To stand alone was to ensure the empire's survival.