"Zhao Gao, do you want to rebel!!!"

Facing the Eighth Young Master's questioning, Zhao Gao's face turned pale.

On one side is the Eighth Young Master of the Qin Dynasty.

Even if he is not favored, his identity cannot be changed.

On the other hand, he is his nephew.

When Zhao Gao was in a dilemma, Ying Ziye directly pulled out the Xuanyuan sword and threw it next to the groom Jianjiu.

"Behead this culpable dog slave!"

"What!!!"

Zhao Gao lost his voice and was shocked.

And Zhao An was so frightened by Ying Ziye's words that his face turned pale.

"Uncle, save me, save me! Uncle!"

Zhao An shouted for help, but Zhao Gao's expression became more solemn.

What puzzled him was how this eighth son, who usually never caused any trouble, could be so strong today.

"Your Highness, can you please forgive me for this mistake for the sake of my face?"

Finally, Zhao Gao lowered his head.

There was no other reason than that the person standing in front of him was the Eighth Young Master of Great Qin.

Even though he was not favored by the emperor, he was many times superior to him in terms of status.

"A dog in the palace, what kind of face does this young master need to see!"

"cut!!!"

puff!

Blood splattered.

The headless body fell to the ground.

Zhao Gao's face was ashen, but he didn't say a word.

Zheng!

As soon as the Xuanyuan Sword was sheathed, Ying Ziye stepped into the carriage with a calm expression.

"Enter the palace!"

"If anyone dares to stop the car again, behead him!"

"Here!"

As far as the eye could see, the carriage drove straight into the gate of Xianyang Palace without any obstruction.

Zhao Gao glanced at the body lying in a pool of blood, and said with a low expression: "Drag him away and bury him alive!"

…

Xianyang Palace.

At present, nearly a stick of incense has passed, and the faces of all the civil and military officials and many young men showed impatient looks.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Waves of loud shouts gradually came from outside the palace.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of officials and many princes, the eunuch hurriedly climbed onto the high platform and whispered in the ear of the First Emperor.

"What!!!"

"Are you telling the truth?!!"

The First Emperor's exclamations instantly attracted the attention of all the officials.

A famous minister and young master all looked forward to it.

"Back to Your Majesty, the body of Master Zhao Gao's nephew is still outside the gate of Xianyang Palace."

"What?!!"

"Zhao Gao's nephew was killed?"

“Who did it??”

All the officials looked at each other with shock on their faces.

Although Zhao Gao was not a minister of the court, he was a close minister of the First Emperor.

In addition, he is the master of the snare, and his methods are such that even the prime minister of the dynasty would not dare to offend him easily.

But now, Zhao Gao's nephew was actually killed, and he was still outside Xianyang Palace!

Who on earth has such courage?

Just as the officials were confused, an extremely unlikely figure appeared in everyone's minds.

Could it be him?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!!!!

"Hahaha!"

Hearty laughter rang out in the court hall, instantly interrupting the thoughts of the officials and princes.

"I didn't expect that Lao Ba, who is usually tolerant, would have such a side!"

"Hahaha!"

When the First Emperor laughed loudly, all the officials looked shocked and said: "What!!!"

"Really the Eighth Young Master?? But he...isn't..."

Even though it was said by the First Emperor himself, the officials and princes could not believe it no matter what they thought of Ying Ziye's past deeds.

"The Eighth Young Master of Great Qin has arrived!"

Then Lang Lang's trumpet sounded, and the originally noisy court suddenly became quiet.

As far as the eye can see.

Ying Ziye strode into the palace.

What was different from the past was that Ying Ziye at this moment gave them an unprecedented feeling.

Confidence, the confidence that dominates the world!!!

"What happened? How could the Eighth Young Master have such a big change!!!"

All the officials were stunned.

Especially the expression on Zhao Gao's face when he followed him more and more confirmed what the First Emperor said before.

"My son, I pay my respects to my father."

"I was delayed for a while by some blind dogs. I hope that my father will forgive me."

Ying Ziye bowed his hands and didn't bother to look at Zhao Gao's qing face.

Upon hearing this, the First Emperor showed a meaningful smile on his majestic face, nodded and said: "Now that the matter has been resolved, let's join the queue together!"

"Thank you, Father."

When Ying Ziye was admitted to the court, the First Emperor looked around at the officials and said solemnly: "Today you are announced to the court for one thing."

"I intend to patrol the world eastward, but there must be no master in Xianyang."

"Therefore, I intend to choose one of your many princes to supervise the country on my behalf while I patrol the world eastward!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the princes showed excitement.

If he succeeds in supervising the country this time, he will undoubtedly secure his position as crown prince in the future.

"Today, you will share your thoughts one by one. If you are allowed to supervise the country, how will the world be governed?"

After speaking, the princes looked at each other, but no one took the initiative to step forward.

About a quarter of an hour later, the eldest son Fusu took the lead to walk out of the court class, raised his hands and said: "Reporting to my father, I have some ideas, I don't know if they are right or not."

The First Emperor nodded slightly and gestured to Young Master Fusu to continue speaking.

"I believe that at the beginning of the world, the remnants of the six kingdoms were exhausted, so we should start with the people."

"Those who despise the gifts and do the corvees easily are the people of the world."

When the First Emperor heard this, he frowned slightly and said, "What if the remaining people of the six countries don't accept it?"

Young Master Fusu smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said: "Master said: If a gentleman is not serious, he will not be powerful, and if he is learned, he will not be solid. The master is loyal and trustworthy. He who has no friends is not as good as a confidant. Don't be afraid to change if you make mistakes."

"I believe that as long as you uphold this point, you will be convinced by the world."

When Master Fusu finished speaking, Chunyu Yue, the Confucian minister in the court, and others showed signs of approval on their faces, and they all walked out of the courtroom and said, "I agree with the words of Master Speaker!"

When the First Emperor heard this, his face became more and more gloomy.

really!!!

but!

Before the First Emperor could speak, a burst of contemptuous laughter echoed in the court hall.

"hehe!"

“It’s really interesting!”

Everyone was surprised and followed the sound.

I saw Ying Ziye standing in the courtroom, smiling and shaking his head.

When Chunyu Yue and others saw this, although they were unhappy, they did not dare to take action without permission.

Young Master Fusu took a step closer and said displeasedly: "What? Does the eighth brother think what I said is wrong?"

Ying Ziye said with a smile: "It's not just wrong, it's the most ridiculous thing in the world."

"I read the books that my eldest brother has written over the years, but I have read them in vain!"

"oh?!"

Young Master Fusu laughed angrily and said in a cold voice: "I have heard that my eighth brother has been enjoying all kinds of books in the house all year round. Since my eighth brother said that I was wrong, let's talk about it!"

Ying Ziye bowed towards the high platform, slowly walked out of the courtroom and said, "There's nothing to discuss. I just think it's a bit incredible that these words came from the mouth of a nine-foot strong man and are still passed down to this day."
Chapter completed!