Ying Zinian had transmigrated from the modern world into this one. Though he was Qin Shi Huang's ninth son and of noble status, his knowledge of history told him that this identity was no good thing for him.
It was a blade! A blade pressed against his neck!
Though Great Qin presently appeared prosperous and flourishing, anyone familiar with history knew that it was already riddled with holes. Once the First Emperor died, this vast empire would collapse along with him.
Beyond its borders, the Xiongnu watched like tigers. The Hundred Schools of Thought and the remnants of the Six States stared relentlessly at the Qin State like venomous snakes, seeking to overthrow its rule.
At court, Fusu, the First Emperor's eldest son, had been influenced too deeply by the Confucian School.
He was far too gentle!
In a prosperous age, such a temperament would indeed have been excellent for a nation's people. But the Qin State did not need a gentle emperor now!
It was precisely because of this temperament that when Huhai and Zhao Gao falsely invoked the First Emperor's name and ordered him to commit suicide, he truly did so.
Ying Zinian did not know whether Fusu had truly failed to realize that others had falsely used the First Emperor's name.
Perhaps he had realized it, but simply did not dare gamble on it.
After all, Fusu himself knew just how disappointed Ying Zheng was in him.
Ying Zheng had not chosen a crown prince even now, likely because none of them could satisfy him.
The reason Great Qin could still endure and maintain its apparent strength was that—
The remnants of the Six States and the Hundred Schools of Thought did not dare show themselves, instead plotting with utmost caution.
It was solely because Qin Shi