I Will Not Be Reasonable

Qianlong was furious when he saw that "Overthrow the Qing and Restore the Ming" was openly proposed in the group chat. This was disrespectful, especially since he, the emperor of the Great Qing, was still alive.

Killing intent flared in Qianlong's eyes. He coldly snorted, "Are these people trying to assassinate me? Overthrow the Qing and Restore the Ming? Heh, come at me. If you dare, I'll show you the might of my Manchu."

"The Jurchen are not ten thousand, but ten thousand are invincible." This saying wasn't just for show. He, Qianlong, would surely sweep away these traitors.

At that time, the Han people of this world would need another purge. With so many anti-Qing figures appearing at once, it seemed the Han people had forgotten the cruelty of my Manchu. They needed a reminder of the massacres during the early establishment of the Manchu dynasty.

This world ultimately belongs to my Manchu, and it must remain the Manchu's world.

[First Emperor of Great Qin]: Old Zhu, you're wrong. What do you mean you can handle it alone? Do you want to keep it all for yourself? That's not fair.

[Erlang of Great Tang]: Old Zhu, it's not right to keep it all to yourself. This is clearly a mission for us emperors.

[Emperor Wu of Han Liu Che]: Old Zhu, my armies are already assembled. How dare you say you're going to keep it all for yourself? Come on, say that to my face again!

Zhu Yuanzhang saw the messages in the group chat and smirked. He knew these people wouldn't give up on this mission. He had hoped to use his emotions to keep it all to himself. It seemed that wouldn't be possible.

[Old Zhu of Great Ming]: Mister, tell us, how do we carry out "Overthrow the Qing and Restore the Ming"?

[Hong Huang Little Shrimp]: Hmm, before we go tackle this dungeon, I'll show you some materials first to build up your anger.

Liu Bing didn't immediately tell them to go purge the Great Qing. After all, they didn't know much about the Great Qing. It would be more satisfying to handle things after understanding them clearly.

At the very least, these emperors would be more ruthless in their missions.

[Ding, Hong Huang Little Shrimp uploaded historical materials of the Great Qing, treaties of indemnities of the Great Qing, and records of massacres of the Great Qing.]

The emperors clicked on the materials Liu Bing had sent. Liu Bing had uploaded them in the form of memories, so the emperors quickly finished reading them.

Then, the emperors, whose moods were already sour from knowing their world was ruled by foreigners, became even more displeased. Their killing intent even reached a boiling point.

They saw the thick indemnity treaties, a total of 1182 unequal treaties. Reading them caused the emperors' blood pressure to skyrocket.

What kind of pathetic country would sign so many humiliating treaties without any bottom line? This was equivalent to saying that any country could come to the Great Qing and fleece it!

And they call themselves the Great Qing? They were practically the "Indemnity Qing"!

And then there were the massacres: the Ten Days of Yangzhou, the Three Massacres of Jiading, the Eighty-One Days of Jiangyin...

Each one was simply insane.

Was this something a ruler should do? They didn't treat people as humans at all, but as beasts. Even beasts wouldn't slaughter so indiscriminately. How could the people of Huaxia suffer such atrocities? How could they?

Ying Zheng's hands trembled with rage. He had never wanted to kill someone so badly before.

Everyone called him a tyrant, but he knew he wasn't. He wasn't bloodthirsty. Everything he did was to end the chaotic, warring world.

He knew that only through unification could the world achieve stability.

He walked out of the palace hall and onto the square outside Xianyang Palace. He desperately needed an outlet for his frustration. He couldn't afford to get sick before even starting the mission.

The people tied up in the square all had vacant eyes, looking half-dead.

When Hu Hai saw Ying Zheng, his eyes lit up slightly. Fusu, who had been feeding Hu Hai, quickly stood up and bowed to Ying Zheng.

Although Ying Zheng had assigned Fusu to the army for training, he hadn't allowed him to leave Xianyang. Ying Zheng was genuinely afraid that if his foolish son left Xianyang, someone would issue a fake order and have him killed again.

Moreover, Ying Zheng would often test Fusu to see his changes.

That was why Fusu was still in Xianyang.

Since Fusu was in Xianyang, he naturally knew that Hu Hai was tied up in the square outside Xianyang Palace by Ying Zheng. He didn't know what Hu Hai had done to be treated this way, and he had pleaded for Hu Hai before.

The result was that he also got beaten. After that, he knew that no one should plead for Hu Hai, or they would be beaten too. So, he could only come and take care of Hu Hai often, doing his duty as an older brother.

The others also saw Ying Zheng's arrival. A flicker of light appeared in their numb eyes.

Zhao Gao was the first to speak, "Your Majesty, I am wronged! I am loyal to Your Majesty and to Great Qin! My loyalty is known to heaven and earth!"

Ying Zheng glanced coldly at Zhao Gao, snorted, and then said to the guards beside him, "Bring the horsewhip."

He took the horsewhip and walked up to Zhao Gao. Looking at the man who would later misidentify a deer as a horse and cause the downfall of Great Qin in its second generation, he let out a cold laugh. Then, he beckoned to the guards, "Go, fetch me a horse."

"Yes." The guard bowed and retreated.

Soon, a horse was led before Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng looked at the horse, stroked its mane, and said calmly, "Zhao Gao, I ask you, is this a horse, or a deer?"

Zhao Gao was stunned, not understanding Ying Zheng's intention. The others were also confused. They were increasingly unable to understand Ying Zheng.

In the past, Ying Zheng's actions had a discernible pattern. But now, Ying Zheng's actions seemed entirely dependent on his mood, making him unpredictable and even more frightening to them.

Zhao Gao tentatively asked, "It's a horse."

Ying Zheng lashed Zhao Gao across the face with the horsewhip. He said coldly, "Wrong."

Zhao Gao grunted, not daring to cry out in pain. He was afraid that his cries would disturb Ying Zheng and lead to further punishment. He had been whipped again on Ying Zheng's orders before for crying out.

"Your Majesty, it is a deer. It is a deer," Zhao Gao said, recovering for a moment before quickly answering again.

"Wrong!" Ying Zheng calmly uttered a single word and then whipped him again.

Zhao Gao's face twitched in pain. He didn't know how to answer. Answering "horse" would get him beaten, and answering "deer" would also get him beaten. But then, a thought flashed through his mind: "Your Majesty, whatever you say it is, is what it is. Everything follows Your Majesty's will."

"I hate flattery the most," Ying Zheng snorted and whipped him again.

Zhao Gao was internally collapsing. No matter what he answered, he would be beaten. How could he possibly answer?

After enduring such torment for a while, his state of mind had already broken. Now, with these unreasonable lashes, he was somewhat resigned to his fate and said, "Your Majesty is beating me on such baseless charges. I have nothing to say."

"Oh? You mean I'm being unreasonable?" Ying Zheng whipped him again.

"Your... Majesty..." Zhao Gao gasped in pain, but he denied it. As soon as he said three words, Ying Zheng said something that left him speechless.

"I am being unreasonable."