Over the following year.
Ying Zheng brought Fusu to visit Jiang Yang many times.
Sometimes, when he was busy with affairs of state, he would have Fusu come on his own.
Little Fusu lacked the heroic air Ying Zheng had possessed as a child; instead, he had a gentle, jade-like bearing, the temperament of a Confucian gentleman.
Though he was very young, his manners were impeccable. Even at such a tender age, he was meticulous.
Such a prince was undoubtedly a likable heir to the throne.
For Jiang Yang, however.
Circumstances were different now. When he saw Fusu, he did not feel what he once had upon meeting Ying Zheng in the Zhao State.
Nor did it compare to what he had felt toward Ying Yiren, who had been a hostage then.
A year later.
The king of Qi, the last of the Six Kingdoms, surrendered his entire kingdom to the Qin State.
With that, Qin accomplished the great undertaking of unifying all beneath heaven!
On the day news of Qi's surrender reached Xianyang, the whole nation celebrated.
Ying Zheng also relaxed for once.
He brought wine to Jiang Yang's courtyard, where they raised their cups and drank freely, letting the feelings in his heart flow out.
It felt so good!
But his capacity for wine needed improvement, and Jiang Yang soon drank him under the table.
That night.
Bai Weiwei helped Ying Zheng inside to sleep and heard him murmur to himself.
"My ancestors, Great-Grandfather, Grandfather, Father, this flourishing age is as you wished."
She laughed softly.
"Congratulations, First Emperor."
The next day.
Ying Zheng returned to the royal palace.
Then came a series of great reforms.
Writing was standardized, and carts shared the same axle width.
Ying Zheng declared that his achievements surpassed the Three Sovereigns and his