A Conversation with Qin Shi Huang

This was bad!

Countless people wailed inwardly.

"We're doomed!"

Just from the expression on the young man who had traveled through time, they sensed that something was wrong.

Looking at the figure who had suddenly appeared before him, Ying Zheng, the First Emperor, was deeply shocked.

At the same time, an intense sense of vigilance surged within him. Reacting swiftly, he grabbed the sword hanging on the wall behind him.

A flash of cold light streaked past as the sword was drawn. On instinct, he moved to strike first, placing the blade at the young man's neck.

Yet something shocking happened. When the sword touched the young man's shoulder, it actually passed through slightly.

The young man's body seemed almost illusory...

"Brother Zheng, stop! He's one of us!"

Luo Xiaobai nearly pissed himself.

It was not just Luo Xiaobai—countless online viewers watching were startled as well.

Ying Zheng's swift, murderous movement just now had truly made their hearts leap.

"Holy crap, is this martial Great Qin?"

"As expected of the First Emperor, that reaction speed..."

A stream of amazed comments appeared.

Ying Zheng, who had been about to call out, revealed a doubtful look. He was shocked by the strange condition of the oddly dressed young man's body, and puzzled by the bizarre words he had spoken.

Strangely, although those words sounded very peculiar, he understood their meaning.

At the same time, he saw the emotions contained in this strange man's words, as well as his unusual gaze, with perfect clarity.

"He is extremely excited, and seems to greatly admire me?"

Ying Zheng's eyes flickered.

The young man's excited, worshipful gaze made him relax slightly from the turmoil and vigilance caused by the young man's sudden appearance.

"Who are you?!" he asked.

"Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng, I'm from the future, two thousand years later!" Without thinking, Luo Xiaobai blurted it out excitedly.

The moment the words fell, not only was Qin Shi Huang stunned, but countless online viewers were also dumbfounded, their hearts sinking with a thud.

The last shred of luck they had been clinging to vanished in that instant, shattered into pieces.

"Holy crap, is this guy insane?"

"Oh my god, we're screwed!"

Listening to Luo Xiaobai speak, they were terrified beyond measure, panicking like crazy.

Was he mad, saying so bluntly that he came from two thousand years in the future?

Countless people looked at Luo Xiaobai as though he were an idiot and a lunatic.

"But it's fine. He only said two thousand years later—we can still keep this under control..."

"Yeah, yeah, it should still be manageable..."

Some people spoke with a sliver of hope.

Hearing the young man's words, Ying Zheng could not help but freeze. His first instinct was disbelief, and he was about to rebuke him.

But just then, a series of footsteps came from outside the hall. It seemed that some guards had noticed the disturbance and wanted to come in to investigate.

Ying Zheng gave the young man before him a deep look. After hesitating for a moment, he shouted toward the outside, "Stand down!"

The hurried footsteps paused, then gradually retreated.

"What proof do you have?"

Though he did not believe him, he still asked probing questions out of a desire to test him.

Or rather, the young man's strange manner of arrival, strange body, bizarre clothing, and peculiar words had instinctively made him somewhat inclined to believe.

Faced with Ying Zheng's questioning, his imposing face and stern ruler's aura bearing down on him, Luo Xiaobai remained excited but also grew somewhat uneasy.

"Uh..."

In his panic, he thought for a long time but could not come up with any proof.

Having seen countless people, Ying Zheng easily understood the meaning hidden in the young man's flustered expression.

His intuition and experience judging people told him that what this young man had said earlier might very well be true.

Though it was unbelievable and shocking, he quickly calmed down and began to ponder.

In the end, he decided to ask something else. "If that is so, where is I in later generations?"

As he spoke, a trace of anticipation could not help but appear in his majestic eyes.

He did not trust Great Qin to anyone else. Even his eldest son, Fu Su, lacked experience in his view and had an indecisive temperament.

So, as he gradually began to feel unwell, he prepared to send Xu Fu to the Eastern Sea in search of the immortal mountains.

If all went smoothly and he obtained an immortal elixir to live forever, the Qin Dynasty he could not let go of would naturally endure for ten thousand generations as well!

Ying Zheng was confident.

So now, he looked expectantly at the young man before him, hoping to hear what he wanted to hear.

Yet, the moment he asked that question, the young man—who had been brimming with excitement just moments ago—suddenly changed expression. He became somewhat uneasy, his gaze evasive, as if he did not dare look at him.

Ying Zheng's heart sank. His eyelids lowered slightly as he wondered what to make of it.

At last, clinging to his final shred of hope, he probed, "Where is My Great Qin?"

"Uh... Brother Zheng, your Great Qin... Great Qin..."

Facing Qin Shi Huang, whose imposing aura bore down on him as he stared fixedly, Luo Xiaobai's mind went blank. He stammered, unable to get the words out.

The viewers' hearts lurched again. They had initially been relieved that Luo Xiaobai had not said anything, but seeing his expression now, all their faces fell.

Wasn't this practically a confession without saying anything?

With the insight of Ying Zheng, the emperor of the ages, how could he possibly fail to notice something was wrong?

Forget Ying Zheng—even if it were them in his place, they could see there was a problem!

Sure enough, although Luo Xiaobai had said nothing, First Emperor Ying Zheng seemed to have understood something.

He lowered his head slightly. Under the lamplight, shadows covered his face, and no one could clearly see what he was thinking.

But perhaps it was only an illusion—the mighty, domineering aura of Qin Shi Huang seemed to have grown somewhat subdued.

"Brother Zheng, you..."

Seeing Brother Zheng like that, Luo Xiaobai grew anxious, regret appearing on his face.

Seeing how troubled Qin Shi Huang had been over what happened during the day, Luo Xiaobai had planned, before traveling through time, to comfort him if he came here. Who would have thought that before he could offer any comfort, things would only get worse?

The countless viewers watching also fell silent and somber.

"Brother Zheng..." Luo Xiaobai wanted to say something.

Knowing what he intended to do, and having seen through it, Ying Zheng gave a self-mocking laugh.

"If My Great Qin has already fallen, and I no longer exist, why do you still seek me?"

Judging by the young man's evasive manner, Great Qin had most likely fallen, and he himself had failed to obtain the immortal elixir and achieve eternal life. Then why seek him out?

To seek a dead man?

"Brother Zheng!" Luo Xiaobai said urgently. "Do you know how later generations judged you? Do you know how many people admire you?"

Ying Zheng, whose spirits had been sinking, froze at those words. "Oh?"

Luo Xiaobai drew a deep breath and murmured, "A Qin emperor of a generation. You ascended the throne at thirteen, took personal control of the government at twenty-two, and from age thirty to forty, you swept aside the Six States and unified the realm."

"Carts shared the same axle width; writing shared the same script."

"You also built the Great Wall, giving the borders another line of defense and warding off many invasions by foreign tribes."

"In the words of us later generations, you are praised as an emperor of the ages. In many people's eyes, you even rank first among all emperors!"