Chapter 66 I'm not even dead yet, and he wants to ascend the throne?
Ying Heng stepped forward at this moment and faced the ministers, and the scene instantly fell into silence.

He looked at Li Si and Feng Quji, and said with a hint of reproach and helplessness: "You two, you can't get things done properly on weekdays, but at this time, you all rush to do it. Alas, it's really..."

Just as Li Si was eager to explain, Ying Heng suddenly said, "Then let's set it on the eighth day of the eighth month."

This made Li Si stunned and at a loss.

"The eighth day of the eighth month is an auspicious day, exactly three months from now. I have decided to bury my father on this day and hold the coronation ceremony."

"What do you think?"

Ying Heng's quick decision caught all the civil and military officials in the court off guard.

Originally, Li Si, Feng Quji, Meng Yi and other civil officials had prepared many suggestions, and even planned a drama in which a loyal official would die to give advice.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the date had already been set and all the drama was of no use.

Li Si wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and reminded carefully: "Sir, three months may be a bit too short. The Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor has not yet been completed."

Ying Heng glanced at him and thought to himself.

After all, Li Si is not someone who can take on big responsibilities. Now that the date has been set in front of everyone, how can he go back on his word?
So he responded nonchalantly: "If it's not finished yet, repair it as soon as possible. Even if we can't get 3,000 terracotta warriors, 300 will be enough."

"I personally selected and built the elite Terracotta Warriors, whose combat effectiveness is no less than that of real soldiers."

He went on to say, "As for the interior of the imperial mausoleum, it doesn't have to be too grand and luxurious. I don't think it's necessary for the concubines of my father to follow the ancient rituals and be buried with him. Everything should be based on their own will. Those who don't want to be buried with him can stay."

“This way, we can save a lot of space.”

“You have to be flexible in everything.”

His words left Li Si speechless for a moment. This way of handling the matter was very rare.

Li Si said in a daze: "I... obey your order?"

Ying Heng glared at him.

"Why, do you still have questions?"

"I dare not, I will obey your order!" Li Si replied quickly.

"Okay, let's disperse."

Ying Heng waved his hand and added: "You can draft an edict to announce it to the world. Don't forget to notify Fusu to come back to attend the ceremony. Don't let him know about his father's burial and the new emperor's ascension to the throne."

"Yes!"

Everyone agreed.

……

At the same time, in the underground secret room, Ying Zheng, who was trying his best to reach the Grandmaster level, suddenly opened his eyes.

With his powerful perception that was about to reach the Grandmaster level, even though he was deep underground, he could vaguely hear the loud shouts outside.

He looked at the leader of the Black Ice Platform beside him in confusion.

"What's that loud shouting outside? What kind of chicken are you treating me to?" he asked.

Although the leader of the Black Ice Platform heard it clearly, he was unable to tell Qin Shi Huang that the people outside were shouting for his son to hold a funeral for him and then ascend the throne himself.

How could he dare to report such a thing truthfully?
"Let's let the little character who is responsible for taking the blame in the court speak. Maybe a layer of separation can buffer the wrath of thunder."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, pretending to be confused.

"Hmm, I don't know."

He glanced at the leader of the secret guards, said no more, and was about to continue his retreat and training.

Just then, snap!

A steady sound of footsteps echoed in the silence, and the Black Ice Platform secret guards who were monitoring the court returned quietly.

Ying Zheng and the leader of the secret guards simultaneously turned their eyes to him. Xiao Hei (a convenient name for taking the blame) had a cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

He was not wearing a wooden mask today, and he knew that he was about to face a storm.

"How can you be so flustered? When will you learn to remain calm like me when faced with a catastrophe?"

Ying Zheng scolded.

Xiao Hei nervously stole a glance at the First Emperor, thinking to himself: You really do what you say, and you expect me to remain calm!
He was about to report with a standard bow, but was interrupted by Ying Zheng with a wave of his hand: "Hurry up and tell me, don't delay my breakthrough!"

Xiao Hei smiled bitterly in his heart. You have been stuck at this bottleneck for more than 20 days. Could it be that a short break in time can prevent you from breaking through?
"Your Majesty, all officials are in court today to discuss matters."

Xiao Hei suppressed his inner nervousness.

"Pick out the most important things!"

The First Emperor was obviously a little impatient.

"The most important thing is... General Wang Ben went to court and asked the Thirteenth Prince for permission to send troops to fight..."

Before he finished speaking, the First Emperor suddenly raised his voice, extremely shocked.

"What! Wang Ben also rebelled? How is that possible?"

"His Wang family is my most loyal subject. They once swore in front of me that they would only obey my orders and would never participate in the fight for the throne among the princes."

"That is why I feel comfortable giving most of the military power to the Wang family."

"Now, how could Wang Ben betray us? What happened?"

Faced with the Qin Shi Huang's thundering wrath, Xiao Hei endured it for a long time but was unable to answer the specific reason.

The First Emperor suppressed his emotions, took a deep breath again, and regained his composure: "Go on."

"Your Majesty, your uncle once tried to dissuade the Thirteenth Young Master, but was threatened with killing his son, so he had no choice but to retreat in disgrace."

Ying Zheng adjusted his breathing again and nodded: "Well, it's just a small matter, continue."

"All the civil and military officials knelt down and begged the Thirteenth Prince to ascend the throne."

As soon as these words came out, Ying Zheng's eyes widened instantly, and he asked sternly: "Xiao Shisan agreed?"

Xiao Hei responded in a trembling voice: "The Thirteenth Young Master only said that the eighth day of the eighth month is an auspicious day, and exactly three months later, he will arrange for your... burial, and he will ascend the throne..."

boom!
There was a loud bang, and Ying Zheng slammed the table and stood up: "How dare you! I am not even dead yet, and he wants to ascend the throne? Is there anything else?"

Xiao Hei continued cautiously, "Lord Li Si mentioned that His Majesty's mausoleum has not yet been completed, but the Thirteenth Young Master said that a simple renovation would suffice. Three thousand Terracotta Warriors are too many, so three hundred will be enough."

"He also said that not all of your concubines need to be buried with you. Those who do not want to die can stay, so that fewer tombs can be built."

In an instant, the coffee table exploded and fragments flew everywhere!
Even though Mount Tai was collapsing before his eyes, Ying Zheng tried his best to keep a calm expression.

But at this moment, the waves in my heart have already turned into an overwhelming sea...

That disrespectful and unfilial son to his father even disdained to build a mausoleum for his father. This is simply intolerable!

With a thunderous explosion, the anger in Ying Zheng's heart erupted like a volcano, as if to burn everything to ashes.

A powerful and fierce true energy emerged out of nowhere at this moment, rushing along the meridians in his body that had been accumulating potential for more than twenty days.

There was another deafening roar, and this time it echoed deep within Ying Zheng's body.

In the blink of an eye, a barrier in his body that had been impenetrable for a long time was instantly blown open.

Afterwards, Ying Zheng seemed to have traveled through a whole new world.

The level of true Qi suddenly soared, and the true Qi in the Dantian surged out like a surging river, as if it was boundless, and its quality and energy were unprecedented.

As soon as he thought about it, the true energy began to circulate rapidly in his body, and the speed was about ten times faster than usual.

(End of this chapter)