Relatives?

Ziying couldn't figure it out. Fusu and his wife had long since passed away. Hu Hai's more than 20 brothers and sisters had also been cleared away. There were no descendants left. Where did he have any relatives?

"Could it be him?"

Ziying's eyes suddenly opened wide, he stood up and ran down the hall, almost tripping over his hem.

"Hahaha, that guy who would rather die than obey, his body has been chopped to pieces by Commander Xiang's subordinates, leaving you with only one head!" Wu She laughed.

With trembling hands, Ziying took the heavy wooden box from the guard outside the palace.

"Is it you? Isn't it? Didn't they all say you surrendered?" Ziying murmured in disbelief.

Ziying had a splitting headache, and the heroic and cheerful commander seemed to be smiling at him.

In his memory, the young commander also held the young Zi Ying.

"uncle"

Ziying opened the wooden box and found a head with closed eyes. It was Wang Li, the Marquis of Wucheng in the Great Qin Dynasty!

The various injuries on Wang Li's face tell the story of the brutality of the Battle of Julu.

Wu She looked sideways at Ziying and sneered, "If I remember correctly, Wang Li seems to be your biological uncle. Ziying, you are really alone now."

Wang Li is the grandson of Wang Jian, one of the four generals of the Warring States Period, and Ziying's mother is Wang Jian's granddaughter.

Ziying was in a daze. Under Zhao Gao's pressure, Ziying always thought that he was an orphan with no family to care for him.

It wasn't until Zhao Gao was killed in the morning that Ziying remembered his relationship with Wang Li. It was just past noon, and the last of his relatives was gone.

"Xiang Yu, I will definitely kill your nine tribes!" Ziying roared.

Half of the yin-yang fish on Ziying's chest was burning hot, and a murderous aura filled Ziying's entire brain.

"Zi Ying, don't you want me to see Zhao Gao? Come on, I can humiliate Wang Li again when I get down there. I don't know if he had no body when he died. Will he only have one head when he gets down there? What do you mean?

How ridiculous that must be, hahahaha." Wu She fell to the ground and laughed, constantly irritating Ziying.

"Shut up!" The guards couldn't listen anymore.

"I also forgot to tell you that your Qin State's 200,000 troops were buried alive by Commander Xiang! Your Qin State has 200,000 more widows."

"Let me tear his mouth apart!" Ziying raised his sharp eyebrows sharply and gritted his upper and lower teeth tightly together.

The guard was already full of anger. While Wu She was laughing, he put his hand into Wu She's mouth and pulled hard. Wu She's mouth was torn to the cheekbones.

"Ah...um..." Wu She still wanted to speak, but as soon as he moved the corner of his mouth, sharp pain spread to his brain, and he could only whimper.

The guards all knelt down and said, "Please, the king, step up and kill this thief to avenge the Marquis of Wucheng!"

Ziying slowly closed the lid of the box and jumped towards Wu She, riding on Wu She's body and waving his fist vigorously.

A sound of impact echoed through the entire hall, and Wu She's face was beaten to pieces.

After swinging for an unknown number of times, by the time Ziying's fist broke the skin, Wu She's skin and flesh were gone, leaving only the bloody facial bones.

"Wu She, don't worry. I swear on my life that you will definitely die worse than Wuchenghou." Ziying's eyes turned red.

"I will drag the body down right now." The guard stepped forward and said.

Ziying smiled cruelly, "I won't let him die easily, but I can give him some breathing space to survive."

The guard was stunned and saw that the tongue of the faceless man under Ziying was still moving slightly, like an earthworm in a pool of blood, and the two turbid eyeballs above the pool of blood were slowly turning.

The two guards felt their stomachs churn and almost vomited.

"Take him down and let the doctor treat him well. Remember, don't let him die." Ziying stood up and ordered coldly.

"No." The guard quickly dragged Wu She down to the court.

Ziying held Wang Li's head and sat back on the throne. The murderous intention could not be calmed down for a long time. He actually had the urge to kill all the people of Chu State.

Ziying hurriedly threw half of the Yin Yang fish down in the hall, "What the hell is this thing? You must not keep it."

Every time Ziying gets angry, this jade pendant will always aggravate Ziying's desire to kill.

The eunuch quickly picked up the jade pendant and presented it to Ziying again.

"Your Majesty, you cannot throw away the jade pendant. This is the national treasure that Baiyue Kingdom paid tribute to the ancestral dragon." The eunuch explained.

"Baiyue's national treasure?" Ziying thought.

The First Emperor finally pacified Baiyue on the southeast coast. Could it be that the King of Baiyue guessed that he was destined to be annihilated by the Qin Dynasty and offered this object early to assassinate the First Emperor?

The eunuch replied, "Back to the king, at that time it was a complete piece of yin-yang fish, but for some reason it became half a piece."

"Anyway, I won't wear it. You can leave it to Zhi Su Neishi for safekeeping." Ziying was still frightened and was too lazy to think about such evil things.

Ziying sighed heavily, "In addition, inform Feng Chang to hold a funeral for Marquis Wucheng tomorrow."

"No!" the eunuch replied and hurriedly carried out Ziying's order.

Wang Li was killed, and Ziying was angry and blamed himself.

The minister's body was wrapped in horse leather, but Ziying had no way to deal with it and could only watch the bloodbath of the soldiers in front of him.

He had no other choice but to delay.

"Xiangong fought in the south and north and died in the battle. Xiaogong endured the humiliation and ordered Shang Yang to reform. King Huiwen appointed Zhang Yi to engage in distant relations and attack at home. King Zhao and Lord Wu'an despised the six countries." Ziying laughed at himself in the empty hall, "Am I not worthy to be the king of Qin?

"

Ziying felt like drinking, and the only person who could drink with him now was Yang Duanhe. After Zhao Gao's matter was resolved, Ziying still had a lot to say to him.

"I didn't kill the nine Zhaogao clans. Commander Yang won't be angry with me, right?"

Ziying changed out of his black royal robe, drove the five-horse king's chariot out of the palace alone, and went straight to Yang Duanhe's house. He was so lost that he forgot to take off his crown.

Yang Duanhe was a veteran of four dynasties, but his residence was a bit simple. In ancient times, the largest commander's mansion could cover an area of ​​1,000 acres, with a nursing home of 3,000 acres. The Yang mansion only had about 10 acres, and the gate was in disrepair.

Ziying parked his horse in front of the house, but there was no servant guarding the door.

Ziying didn't want to disturb the Yang family, so she quietly opened the door and entered. Otherwise, there would be a lot of cumbersome etiquette, which Ziying felt was unworthy.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Halfway through, he suddenly heard the sound of men and women crying in Yang Duanhe's house, and Ziying suddenly felt something bad.

"Commander Yang was fine when he went to court in the morning, wasn't he?"

Ziying quickened his pace and saw that the inside and outside of the hall were already covered with white burlap.

"Who are you? Dare you break into the commander's house without permission?!" The servant stopped Ziying with a wooden stick.

"I...I..." Ziying hesitated, not daring to admit that he was the King of Qin, the most useless King of Qin in the Qin Dynasty.

A middle-aged man who looked like Yang Duanhe walked out of the inner hall expressionlessly. When he saw Ziying, he knelt down in a hurry and said, "I was late to pick you up, so I hope the king will punish you."

"What's going on? Where is Commander Yang?" Ziying asked, staring blankly at the middle-aged man's head, silently praying that that would never happen.

It doesn't matter who dies, as long as it's not Yang Duanhe, he can accept it.

"Father, my father's old chest injury after the morning court relapsed, and he died before noon..." At the end of the sentence, the middle-aged man burst into tears.
Chapter completed!