Within the inner sanctum of the palace, Long Su's eyes were drawn to two figures, one a man in armor, the other a skeleton.
The loyal Zhang Han skeleton, didn't see him for some time didn't change and remnant of his former self, was an unmistakable presence.
The unknown man, wielding his weapon with practiced ease, exuded an air of unquestionable importance can't be someone other than zhang han the human
Ying Zheng's voice, heavy with the weight of betrayal and retribution, sliced through the silence.
"Fu Su, I am aware of everything. Zhang Han has been most forthcoming, and in the past days, I have cleansed the empire of all who sought to undermine our legacy."
His eyes, burning with a fiery resolve, bore the scars of his son Huhai's treachery.
The emperor's sacrifice his entire life to build the Qin Dynasty, knowing that his own son would destroy his family and the kingdom that generation of Ying family creat,
was a burden no father or emperor should bear.
Yet, for the sake of the Qin Dynasty, he had forsaken the bonds of kinship and the preservation of their hard-won power, a responsibility that superseded all else.
No one konw where the eighteen price disappeared, the same go to Zhao Gao both of them finished from the palace
But everyone inside the palace is a smart man who will not do something stupid like asking the king why your son disappeared
Long Su, stirred by the gravity of their circumstances, offered a voice of reason amidst the turmoil.
"Father, let the past be past. The future that Zhang Han has witnessed and lived is not our own. We shall forge our destiny, guided by our own hands."
A sense of kinship, tenuous yet palpable, bridged the chasm between emperor and son.
Ying Zheng, his eyes momentarily softened, echoed Long Su's sentiment.
"Well said, Fu Su. Our own future, by our own hands."
With the weight of the past momentarily lifted, Ying Zheng's thoughts turned to the promise of longevity that Long Su had bestowed upon their loyal subjects.
Ying Zheng looked intently at his son, his voice filled with unwavering conviction.
"Qin is your home and your kingdom. It is your birthright, and no one can take that away from you. You are my eldest son, and ruling Qin is your destiny."
Long Su returned his father's gaze, his own expression mirroring the seriousness in Ying Zheng's face. "Royal Father, you are the First Emperor, and soon you will have a lifespan of 150 years, perhaps even more. I will do everything in my power to help you achieve true immortality so that you may reign over our empire eternally. And I will always be Fu Su, your eldest son, supporting you every step of the way."
The air in the room was heavy with emotion as the father and son exchanged these heartfelt words. Ying Zheng felt a surge of pride in his son, seeing the determination in his eyes and knowing that the future of the Qin Empire was in capable hands.
"Is it true what you have offered to the ministers and their families? Can they truly be granted the gift of 150 years?"
The emperor's voice, though laced with skepticism, betrayed a glimmer of hope, an unspoken desire to see their empire flourish beyond the constraints of mortality.
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As the days unfolded within the Qin realm, whispers of the crown prince's magnanimity spread like wildfire.
The once-secret immortal bath, now a beacon of hope, had bestowed the gift of longevity upon the empire's loyal soldiers and their kin.
The promise of vitality and youth, a testament to the prince's divine connection, had ushered in a new era of prosperity and strength.
Throughout the land, the fruits of this miraculous blessing were evident.
Elders, once frail and wizened, were rejuvenated, their visages now akin to their children's.
The veil of age had been lifted, and the people of Qin stood united, bound by the shared gift of extended life.
In the shadows, the enigmatic Black Ice Platform, a clandestine force of assassins and spies, worked tirelessly to ensure the empire's stability.
Under the watchful eye of Ying Zheng, these skilled operatives eradicated any threats that dared to challenge the Qin Dynasty.
With their newfound powers, born of the Blood-Pool Building, these elite warriors transcended the limitations of mortality, their strength and longevity a testament to the empire's might.
Amidst this turmoil, Long Su prepared to embark on his journey to the university.
The bitter and sweet farewell, tinged with the promise of new beginnings, weighed heavily upon his heart.
His father, the mighty Ying Zheng, stood before him, his own transformation a reflection of the empire's newfound strength.
"I must take my leave now, Father," Long Su said, his voice steady despite the well of emotion that threatened to consume him.
"Please, take care of yourself."
Ying Zheng, his once-mortal form now imbued with the power of a level 2 creature, regarded his son with a mixture of pride and paternal affection.
"Your home will always be here, yhe ceremony of the crown prince is waiting for you " he said, his voice rich with the warmth of a father's love.
As Long Su turned to face the vast assembly of soldiers gathered at the foot of the great wall, a resounding chorus of voices rose to meet him.
"Long live the Qin Dynasty."
Long Su said loudly as he faced the hundreds of thousands of great wall soldiers who come to the village to see him off.
"Wind, wind, wind! Strong wind!" The soldiers' collective voices reverberated through the surrounding mountains.
a symphony of loyalty and devotion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.
The outpouring of support served as a powerful reminder of the bond that united the Qin Dynasty. As Long Su embarked on his journey to the Sederth university.
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As the day of departure dawned, Long Su meticulously prepared for his journey to the esteemed Sederth University.
His belongings, a collection of cherished memories and practical necessities, were carefully packed, each item holding a piece of his past and a promise for the future.
Among the most treasured were the photographs of his parents, a tangible reminder of the love that bound them, transcending the barriers of time and identity.
The allure of the university, nestled within the bustling metropolis of Sederth City, lay not only in its academic prowess but also in the vibrant tapestry of cultures and species that converged upon its streets.
This melting pot of knowledge and diversity provided a unique opportunity for students to explore the boundless potential of their seed worlds, forging powerful alliances and unearthing the secrets of the cosmos.
Boarding the sleek, high-speed train, Long Su settled into his seat, immersing himself in a magazine that extolled the virtues of Sederth University.
The vivid descriptions and captivating imagery fueled his anticipation, the promise of adventure and discovery emboldening his spirit.
As he delved deeper into the pages, a gentle voice, tinged with a hint of embarrassment, broke through the hum of the train.
Lifting his gaze, Long Su found himself captivated by the striking visage of a young woman, her moonlike eyebrows framing a pair of expressive eyes.
"Hello, can you help me put my luggage upstairs?" She inquired, her delicate features etched with a sheepish expression.
Her slender frame, adorned with a simple yet elegant ensemble, was juxtaposed against the voluminous bag that lay at her feet.
Long Su, ever the gentleman, sprang into action, effortlessly hoisting the cumbersome luggage with a single hand.
The sheer weight of the bag surprised him, prompting a quizzical arch of his brow.
"No problem," Long Su replied, his voice warm and reassuring.
With a grateful smile, the girl settled into the seat beside him, her presence a welcome addition to the journey ahead.
As the train hurtled towards Sederth City, the magnetic pull of anticipation and the shared experience of embarking upon a new chapter in life wove an invisible bond between the two travelers.
"Thank you," she said, her voice a melodic whisper that echoed
Long Su studied the girl beside him; his gaze took in her striking red ensemble, a bold statement that accentuated her youthful features and fair complexion.
Her slender frame was adorned in a scarlet symphony of fabric, an exquisite interplay of textures and hues that danced upon her gentle curves.
A pair of pristine white stockings graced her slender legs, a stark contrast to the crimson tide of her attire.
The delicate lace, fastened securely around her thighs, elicited a tantalizing glimpse of soft, porcelain flesh that peeked out from beneath the intricate folds.
With a subtle glance, Long Su absorbed every intricate detail of the enigmatic young woman who had fortuitously entered his orbit.
A gentle fragrance, redolent of blooming flowers and fresh spring mornings, wafted from her, a delightful aroma that lingered in the air between them.
Long Su couldn't help but think about Chen Shuirong.
Even though she never wore thin clothes, she was the most beautiful girl in his heart.
He wanted to call and meet her, but time didn't allow, and more importantly, he didn't want to say goodbye.