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White Jade felt uneasy; every time she watched such videos, her heart would tighten, and she would inevitably shed tears.
At that moment, the tablet playing the video slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. White Jade quickly bent down to pick it up and decided to wash her face in the restroom.
This action of White Jade was not a big deal. However, all the realms of Heavenscape turned dark.
"Why has Heavenscape changed back again?"
"What happened to the footage?"
"Where's the video?"
"Which one is Japanese?"
Before long, Heavenscape reappeared.
"Sorry, everyone, Ancestors, I always tear up when I see such videos," White Jade said with a heavy nasal tone.
"Japanese should be referred to as Eastern Japan in your era," White Jade explained.
"Alright, let's not talk about that for now; let's discuss something else." White Jade adjusted her mood and continued speaking.
"Now let's talk about those troublesome Crown Princes. When it comes to the second generation, everyone is surely familiar with the rich second-generation kids. The phrase 'My dad is Li Gang' is known by all, and there are countless troublesome children like that."
"What we are going to discuss now are those historical Crown Princes. Looking back at history, after the unification of the world and the heroes settling into peace, most of their descendants remained obscure. If we talk about the son who caused the most trouble in history, it has to be our First Emperor, Ying Zheng." After saying this, White Jade playfully blinked her watery eyes.
Ying Zheng frowned, his face turning pale. If the troublesome Crown Prince was indeed referring to the developments after the Qin Dynasty, he wanted to see which descendant was so incompetent! If he knew who it was, he would certainly educate them strictly; after all, the throne was out of reach for such a foolish descendant. The empire he fought hard to establish must be passed on to a capable son!
After pondering for a moment, he turned his gaze towards Fusu.
Fusu had not yet come back to his senses from Heavenscape. Suddenly feeling a chill behind him, he looked up and saw his father's serious expression. His head cleared immediately: "Father, such a miraculous scene must be a manifestation from future generations warning Great Qin. We should see what these future people want to say next."
Ying Zheng nodded slightly at Fusu. He looked around at the ministers and scholars kneeling on the ground, still wearing their swords at their waists and standing straight.
"Who could he possibly be? I believe if I don't mention it, all subsequent dynasties of Great Qin would certainly know about this person's foolishness and cruelty because it is recorded in our history books.
So what I want to highlight is this Crown Prince's speed in causing trouble; this guy managed to ruin everything that took Qin Shi Huang three years to build up—five hundred years of accumulation for the Qin state was completely wasted!" White Jade took a sip of water and continued speaking.
Crash! The thick bamboo slips held by the Registrar, recording the Record of Daily Activities, fell to the ground.
Ying Zheng looked at the pale golden Heavenscape, only to feel a wave of black and red before his eyes. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, imagining thousand year of Qing transforming into the Second Emperor of Qin. No matter how strong he was, he could not withstand this fatal blow.
The surrounding ministers all rushed over in panic.
"Quick, get the physician!"
"Summon the imperial doctor!"
In the midst of the chaos, only Prince Fusu was left alone. He gazed at the softly glowing Heavenscape and the beautiful Divine Maiden, feeling a chill run through him, his body stiffening.
Was he really so useless that in just three years he had squandered everything his father had fought for, ruining the Qin dynasty's five hundred years of foundation?
Then why was he still alive? What face did he have to continue living in this world?!
Prince Fusu looked at his hands and slowly raised the long sword that had fallen from his father's grasp...
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