Ying Zheng's Invitation (3)

The Black Ice Platform held a very special position.

They answered only to the current King of Qin.

As for who that current King of Qin was, that did not matter.

In other words, even though Ying Zheng had yet to take power and rule in his own right, as long as he remained the King of Qin—the current King of Qin—the Black Ice Platform would unconditionally serve as the most loyal intelligence force under his command. Even Zhao Ji, the Queen Dowager, other royal clansmen, or Lü Buwei, the Qin Chancellor who wielded immense power in the open, had no authority to command them. They did not even know where to send an order, since the Black Ice Platform had no fixed station.

This indirectly ensured Ying Zheng's safety.

Of course, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it ensured the safety of the current King of Qin.

If Ying Zheng had not been the current King of Qin—

If he had lost to Cheng Jiao in the competition all those years ago—

Then the Black Ice Platform would have pledged loyalty to Cheng Jiao. Even if Ying Zheng later became the First Emperor, he would never be able to shake the Black Ice Platform's stance.

Still, that was for the best.

The Kings of Qin throughout the generations had placed absolute trust in the Black Ice Platform.

Their position was one reason for that.

Thus, at this late hour, Ying Zheng, King of Qin, did not fly into a rage when he was disturbed by a Black Ice Platform spy. Instead, he endured the throbbing pain in his head and forcibly pulled himself free from that dazed state between waking and sleep. Draped in a long robe, he looked at the gray-clad man kneeling on one