"Is this the legendary Afang Palace?"
At that moment, Liu Ji was strolling brazenly through the Qin Royal Palace. He raised his head to look at the towering, majestic halls and asked the person beside him.
Ziying kept his head lowered and nodded. "Yes. This is the Afang Palace built by my imperial grandfather."
He walked slightly behind Liu Ji, like an attendant.
"Whoa."
The Qin Royal Palace had always been lavish and magnificent, but after three years of Hu Hai and Zhao Gao's extravagance and debauchery, it had become even more luxurious.
And that very luxury was precisely why the Qin Dynasty had ended up in its current state.
"Prepare a welcoming feast for my soldiers. I want to host a banquet for the generals." He sighed. Knowing somewhat that Ziying had not had it easy, he patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry. At the very least, I won't kill you, and I won't touch your family."
After a long silence, Ziying nodded and went to carry out Liu Ji's orders.
Zhang Liang, Li Yiji, Xiao He, and the others stood behind Liu Ji. Watching Ziying's desolate back, they could not help clicking their tongues.
"A ruler of a fallen state..."
Ziying's body suddenly trembled. He stood there motionless, taking several seconds before he recovered.
Then he continued on, arranging for people to prepare the things Liu Ji required.
Liu Ji did not care. He laughed and threw his arms around several old companions' shoulders. "Come, come! Today, we'll taste the wine Qin Shi Huang drank!"
His gaze settled on a certain spot.
He had once stood there too, but his identity then had not been that of Western Chu's great general, but that of an ordinary laborer.
Back then, he had raised