Chapter 222 Fusu: Father, please leave in peace!
Wang Jian was amazed after hearing this. The Great Snow Dragon Cavalry completely suppressed the Xiongnu cavalry and annihilated the enemy army. It was indeed inspiring!
However, when it comes to the Thirteenth Prince's ascension to the throne, Wang Jian and his son have different opinions. They all know about the existence of the First Emperor.

When Wang Jian heard that the Thirteenth Prince was determined to ascend the throne, he laughed heartily with glee.

"Hahahaha!"

"On the day of your coronation, I will be there in person."

"See how the Thirteenth Young Master will look when he finds out that Your Majesty is still alive!"

"Let him plot to usurp the throne, tamper with the imperial edict, kill Zhao Gao and try to ascend the throne!"

"Hahahaha! Wait until His Majesty shows up and see how he cleans up this mess!"

"And! Those ignorant civil and military officials were led by him by the nose. I wonder how they will end up!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ben put on a helpless smile.

According to this statement, he himself was one of those simple-minded ministers.

However, he could not refute his father's scolding.

"Father, the Thirteenth Young Master has indeed made a huge contribution to the Great Qin this time. He almost saved the Great Qin by himself. His achievements cannot be erased!"

Meng Jian snorted coldly and interrupted him: "Humph, I don't care about that! No matter how great his contributions are, he cannot usurp the throne! As long as Your Majesty is still alive, the emperor of the Qin Dynasty can only be Your Majesty!"

Wang Ben could only smile bitterly.

My father was right. We supported the Thirteenth Prince's usurpation of the throne because we mistakenly believed that Your Majesty had passed away. Now that Your Majesty is still alive, it is almost a fantasy for the Thirteenth Prince to usurp the throne.

Alas, I really don't know how the Thirteenth Prince will deal with himself when His Majesty reappears before the world on the eighth day of the eighth month.
At this moment, Wang Ben and Meng Yi, who knew the whole situation, were worried about the Thirteenth Young Master.

However, the Thirteenth Prince was determined to hold a funeral for the First Emperor and usurp the throne. No matter how they tried to persuade him, they could not change his decision.

Wang Jian, Fusu and Meng Tian stood firmly on the side of the First Emperor.

They were not close to Ying Heng, nor had they received any favor from him. Naturally, they hoped to see Ying Heng make a fool of himself, or be thrown into jail by His Majesty for treason.

Li Si, Feng Quji and others were busy preparing for the two major ceremonies, such as announcing the event to the world and inviting people from all over the country to watch the ceremony.

They all had to arrange all of these properly, and as for possible variables, Li Si and others knew nothing about them.

The only one who had doubts about the identity of the First Emperor was Wang Li. He realized that the man was of extraordinary importance. Even his father Wang Ben and Meng Yi were respectful to him, but they never thought that the man was the First Emperor!
Time passes by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, August is here.

Thanks to abundant rainfall, the new grain planted by the second batch of 700,000 migrant workers had a bumper harvest with astonishing yields.

At the same time, it is time to prepare for the funeral of the First Emperor and the ceremony of the new emperor usurping the throne!

On the eighth day of August, the sun is shining.

This is a rare fine weather.

In Xianyang city, all officials wore mourning clothes.

A gorgeous carriage pulled by eight black horses slowly drove out of the city. A three-foot-thick ice coffin was parked on the carriage, and it was silent.

Inside the ice coffin lies an unprecedented emperor: the First Emperor!
Of course, this was just a substitute. Only a very few people, including Ying Heng, knew the truth. And those who knew the truth did not dare to reveal even a little bit because of the First Emperor's instructions.

The carriage was traveling alone in front, followed by Ying Heng's carriage, and behind it were the admiring officials and the public.

Nobles and common people from all social classes followed closely behind, their hearts filled with deep respect for the First Emperor.

This emperor, who is unprecedented in history, not only unified the country, but also integrated currency, weights and measures, wheel tracks, writing and even culture into one. His great achievements are unmatched in ancient and modern times.

It can be said that without him, there would be no unified world today.

Otherwise, this land might be like the West, where each province is an independent country. Driving is like crossing a border, adapting to a new language, paying new taxes, and accepting a new culture every hour, and war will never end.

Once foreign enemies invade, no one will come to help, and there will be no prosperity later!

Ying Heng had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Over the past twenty years, he has been deeply rooted in this world.

At this moment, as he was bidding his father farewell, he was filled with gratitude for the First Emperor's contributions.

"According to the original historical trajectory, the Qin Empire will perish in the second generation."

"Father, I'm afraid you can't let it go even in your grave, right?"

"However, I am here in your life. Since you founded the unified Qin Dynasty, let me lead it to eternal prosperity!"

"Father, please leave in peace."

“Although the construction of the imperial mausoleum in this era has not met expectations, the Terracotta Warriors are also slightly insufficient.”

"But overall, I stabilized the situation in the Qin Dynasty. There was no Zhao Gao, no rebellion by Liu Bang and Xiang Yu, and I also repelled the invasion of the Xiongnu."

"Such an achievement should be enough to make up for the regret of your imperial mausoleum, right?"

"People are gone, so why not keep their resting place simple?"

"When I ascend the throne, the first thing I will do is to incorporate the northern grasslands, western deserts, and the Baiyue in the south into the territory of the Qin Dynasty."

"After receiving the Taoist training and the shipbuilding reward, I will send a team out to sea to destroy Xu Fu and his gang and avenge you."

"Incorporate the ancestral lands of those who have settled down and worked in peace and contentment into the counties of Daqin, and then seize Ryukyu, Nanyang and other places."

"Then we will march westwards to conquer Siberia and that vast land."

"Let the black dragon flag of the Great Qin be planted in every corner of the world!"

"Such a prosperous foundation is enough to comfort your soul in heaven."

As Ying Heng walked, he silently recited these words that he had never said to the First Emperor.

In this life, as the thirteenth son of Qin Shi Huang, he enjoyed himself to the fullest and led a carefree life while his father was alive.

After his father passed away, he resolutely took on the responsibility of the emperor's son and saved the Qin Dynasty which was about to sink.

The simplicity of the imperial mausoleum seems insignificant in comparison.

Ying Heng expressed his grief for his father in his heart, and the civil and military officials and millions of people behind him also felt roughly the same.

Only a few people who know the truth know that His Majesty is still alive.

Wang Jian led 20,000 fully armed elite soldiers to be stationed here. On the surface, they were providing impeccable protection for His Majesty's burial.

However, Wang Jian's real intention was to take precautions. He was worried that if His Majesty showed up unexpectedly, some rebels would attempt to assassinate him. His army was precisely to ensure His Majesty's safety.

In the north, Fusu and Meng Tian led 5,000 newly trained frontier cavalry elites to the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor outside the city of Xianyang, waiting for the opportunity.

After the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry and the Divine Arrow Battalion were temporarily deployed in the northern border to guard the border, their commander, the First Emperor, disappeared quietly.

Fusu and Meng Tian enjoyed the farce of the Thirteenth Prince, while being ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

When they discovered that the Great Snow Dragon Riders and the Divine Arrow Battalion were still stationed at the northern border, the tension in their hearts was immediately relieved.

In any case, at least the Thirteenth Prince had no intention of resorting to force. Otherwise, he would not agree to leave these two most powerful forces in the north.

(End of this chapter)