"Your Majesty! The situation across the Three Realms has now stabilized, our Human Race is flourishing by the day, and all things proceed along the course Your Majesty has set."
Above the Hall of Supreme Harmony, several Old Ministers clasped their hands and bowed their heads, their words earnest and filled with undisguised reverence, as though they had firmly engraved Ying Zheng's many past achievements in governing the realm upon their hearts and into their bones.
Though the other ministers said nothing, their brows were relaxed and their expressions resolute, clearly deeply heartened by the Human Race's present prosperity and utterly convinced by this Emperor.
Especially those Old Ministers who had followed Ying Zheng from the earliest days of Great Qin, when the nation had only just been founded and its strength was frail—
they had personally witnessed how Great Qin had once been battered by storms, besieged on every side.
Had the Emperor before them not boldly pursued reform and wielded an iron hand to restore order, with the entire civil and military court striving as one, Great Qin would likely have long ago been ground into dust beneath the combined forces of the Six States!
Now, they spoke of it in calm tones;
yet the weight they had borne upon their shoulders and the peril that had pressed upon their hearts could never be conveyed in a few words.
They had even prepared themselves for a fight to the death, swearing to live and die with the state!
Fortunately, the Mandate of Heaven had not been severed, nor had the Human Race been abandoned. Great Qin had ultimately weathered its darkest hour.
Thereafter, its national fortune rose steadily. It swallowed the Six States in succession and united the Eight Wastelands, achieving a feat unseen since time immemorial.
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