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 seize power and rule in his own right, so long as he remained the King of Qin—the current King of Qin—the Black Ice Platform would unconditionally serve as his most loyal intelligence force. Even Zhao Ji, the Queen Dowager, other members of the royal clan, or even Lü Buwei, the Qin Kingdom's Prime Minister who wielded enormous influence in public, had no authority to command them. They did not even know where to send an edict, since the Black Ice Platform had no fixed base.

This indirectly ensured Ying Zheng's safety.

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

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

If he had been defeated by Cheng Jiao in their competition back then—

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

Still, that was for the best.

The Qin Kings of every generation had absolute faith in the Black Ice Platform.

Their stance was no small part of the reason.

Thus, in the middle of the night, King of Qin Ying Zheng was awakened by a secret agent of the Black Ice Platform. Yet he did not fly into a rage. Instead, he endured the throbbing pain in his head, forcibly dragging himself from that muddled state between sleep and wakefulness. Wearing only a long robe, he looked at the gray-clad man