Qin Shi Huang stepped down from the carriage, and the guards immediately closed in around him, protecting him tightly within their ranks.
Qin Shi Huang looked at the beautiful Taihu Lake, yet not a shred of his attention rested on the breathtaking scenery.
The shimmering lake reflected Qin Shi Huang's silhouette, but the image in his mind was another figure, one incomparably familiar.
"Kuaiji. Return to Kuaiji." Thinking of the familiar yet unfamiliar face he had caught a glimpse of by the roadside earlier, he let out a sigh.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Qin Shi Huang wore a complicated expression.
"Did you foresee this long ago, or did you arrange it deliberately, little brother Chao?"
The gravel beach was unpleasant to walk on, crunching beneath his feet, but Qin Shi Huang did not mind in the slightest.
In the end, he gave a bitter smile.
"No matter how much time passes, I still hate this part of you, little brother Chao." He absently stroked the Wayfinder in his hand, his expression conflicted. "Damn divination immortal arts!"
The Wayfinder had been polished to a patina again.
Why did I say again?
"You liked using this trick to toy with me before. Now that you're dead, you can still toy with me. Was I born to be toyed with by you?" Qin Shi Huang muttered to himself. He appeared somewhat angry, frightening the maidservants, Chief of the Imperial Carriage Office, and others following behind him into silence. Yet a faint smile never left the corners of Qin Shi Huang's mouth.
Qin Shi Huang raised his head, looked over the view of Taihu Lake, and smiled faintly.
*You said in the end that I should not disturb the lives the two brothers lived as ordinary people. Then I shall do