"Xiang Yu, you... what are you trying to do?"
Hearing Xiang Yu's words, Ziying could not stop himself from speaking.
His voice drew Xiang Yu's attention.
Xiang Yu did not answer. He looked at Afang Palace, then at Ying Ziying, who stood there with his body trembling, fists clenched, glaring furiously at the two brothers.
"You have some backbone, at least. If you had been the Qin Emperor, we would not have had to go to such lengths to set the Central Plains in order." Xiang Yu shook his head. "But unfortunately, the throne was given to Hu Hai, plunging the realm into misery and turning your Ying clan into sinners."
"Xiang Yu, if you bear resentment or hatred toward my Ying family, toward my Great Qin, then kill me. I will have no complaints." Ziying pressed his lips together, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Xiang Yu. "But you cannot destroy Xianyang. Though I gave the order to flee long ago, more than a hundred thousand civilians still remain in the city. It must not be ravaged!"
As he spoke, he knelt, completely casting aside the dignity of a Qin King. With grief in his voice that threatened to break through his restraint, he pleaded with Xiang Yu.
Looking at Ziying in his white robes, Xiang An could not help but sigh.
People like Zhao Gao and Hu Hai sat high in the halls of power. Everyone other than them was a victim.
Ziying's father was named Fusu, the legitimate eldest son of Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng. Yet he had died because of Hu Hai's forged edict. One could only say...
"Qin King, please rise first." Xiang An stepped forward and took hold of Ziying's arms, helping him to his feet. This made Xiang Yu, whose hand