"Zhang Zifang? You mean the Zhang Zifang who once tried to assassinate Qin Shi Huang at Bolangsha!?" Liu Ji looked utterly astonished, then immediately became flattered. "Quick! Hurry and invite him in!"
Zhang Zifang was quite the celebrity!
Qin Shi Huang had ruled over all under heaven, his might unparalleled. But everyone understood that a tall tree caught the wind. He had likely faced more assassination attempts than Liu Ji had eaten meals, yet until Qin Shi Huang died of illness, no one had succeeded in killing him.
Even so, there had still been a few people who had come infinitely close to succeeding.
Gao Jianli, who had destroyed his own eyes; Jing Ke, who revealed the dagger when the map was unrolled; and Zhang Liang, Zhang Zifang, who had smashed Qin Shi Huang's carriage with a hammer at Bolangsha.
The most important reason, of course, was that Zhang Liang had survived after his failed assassination attempt, while Gao Jianli and Jing Ke had both been caught red-handed. They had been dead for a long, long time now.
The former people of the six states had little fondness for Qin Shi Huang. Although Liu Ji thought his unification of the realm had been impressively imposing, and had once looked upon Qin Shi Huang and said, "Ah, a true man ought to be like this," Liu Ji himself did not hold much affection for the man.
So Liu Ji had naturally admired Zhang Liang, Zhang Zifang, for a long time—the man who had attempted to assassinate Qin Shi Huang and lived to tell the tale.
He had always possessed a strong sense of chivalry. As a child, after hearing the tale of Lord Xinling, Hou Ying, and Zhu Hai stealing the tally to save Zhao, he had become enamored with the