King Qin swept through the Six States with glorious, unstoppable force.
Conquering the Six States was easy, but winning the people's hearts would take at least a century.
During the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, Di Xin's Great Shang Army had swept through the Jiuli Tribe. Yet even after defeating and killing their enemies, it had taken hundreds of years to bring the Jiuli Tribe fully under Great Shang's rule and make them feel a true sense of belonging to Great Shang and Di Xin.
Now the burden of uniting the realm fell to First Emperor Qin, Ying Zheng.
The Great Qin Imperial Palace.
First Emperor Qin, Ying Zheng, wore a black dragon robe and a Gilded Crown, looking imposing and domineering. As he surveyed the civil and military officials in the great hall, his gaze swept down over them, exuding a truly awe-inspiring presence.
"Chen Sheng and Wu Guang have rebelled. The remnants of the Six States have raised the banner of restoring their kingdoms and declared themselves kings. The crisis facing Great Qin is now even graver than it was when we first swept through the Six States."
"My ministers, what do you think we should do?"
First Emperor Qin, Ying Zheng, addressed them.
It had been more than twenty years since Qin conquered the Six States, but the remnants of those kingdoms remained a thorn in his side.
In the early days of unifying the Central Plains, First Emperor Qin had shown great magnanimity, hoping to win over the remnants of the Six States through conciliation. He had thought that, even if it took a century, the people of those former kingdoms would eventually become subjects of Great Qin.
But he had never expected the remnants to grow restless after a mere twenty-odd years!
"Reporting to Father,