dune.
It was late at night, and everyone except the guards had fallen asleep.
Except for one person.
That is Zhao Gao.
Although he had decided to tamper with the last edict left by Zu Long, Zhao Gao still did not dare to act rashly.
Before the First Emperor died, he made clear arrangements for Prince Fusu to become the crown prince, the second Qin Emperor who succeeded him as the First Emperor, and continue to govern this huge Qin Dynasty.
But Fusu is not the person behind Zhao Gao. If Fusu becomes the emperor, it will have no effect on Zhao Gao at all. And based on Fusu's character, Zhao Gao feels that he may not even be the official of the CRRC. It won't be long before I have to retire and return home.
How could Zhao Gao accept this ending?
He had been pulling the Emperor's chariot for almost ten years, and he also had... the idea of wanting to dominate the world.
Therefore, if he wants to win a situation that is favorable to him, Fusu must not become the emperor!
His student, Hu Hai, the youngest son of the First Emperor, was the best choice!
But the key now is how to get Hu Hai into that position...
First of all, both the imperial edict and the jade seal are in his hands for the time being, and no one else knows what the imperial edict actually contains. If not for this, Zhao Gao would not dare to do such a bold thing as tampering with the imperial edict.
Secondly, Hu Hai must know this... He seems innocent, but in fact he is stupid. As long as he talks to him more, he will definitely make him agree happily.
It’s just that...it’s not enough for me and Young Master Hu Hai.
Zhao Gao sat inside the carriage with his legs crossed, frowning as he looked at the body of the First Emperor whose face had turned blue-gray.
To be honest, even though the First Emperor was dead now, Zhao Gao still felt a little embarrassed looking at the corpse.
Although the dragon is dead, its power still remains.
There were too many people in the court supporting the young master Fusu, and the fight in the harem was said to be bloody and cruel. The people behind Fusu had already cleared the way for him.
So...On my side, I must have a big shot who can control the situation to help me, in order to win this game.
If he loses and the plan is exposed, what awaits Zhao Gao is definitely a dead end, and it is even possible that he will be quartered.
Although Fusu was benevolent and righteous, if it involved the First Emperor, Zhao Gao felt that Fusu might really treat him like this.
Although the sons of the First Emperor were mixed in quality and had a very bad relationship with each other, they all worshiped their father very much.
In fact, Zhao Gao has already thought about who will stand on his side and help him complete this huge gamble.
Prime Minister of the Qin Dynasty, Li Si.
Zhao Gao looked at the swaying flames on the eucalyptus platform and pulled out a forced smile, as if to cheer himself up.
Wiping the sweat from his head, his hands trembled slightly, and he took out two "Edicts of the First Emperor" from his chest.
One part true, one part false.
Putting the fake one back, Zhao Gao pursed his lips, took a few heavy breaths, and his jaw trembled violently.
Suddenly, he gritted his teeth violently and handed the true edict to the fire. Then he suddenly turned his head and looked at the corpse of the First Emperor.
The corpse of the First Emperor was still lying there quietly, and it would probably not take long before it started to rot and start to stink, just like everyone else's corpse.
Zhao Gao breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head again, looked viciously at the burning edict, and gradually revealed a crazy smile.
But he didn't dare to laugh out loud, and desperately suppressed his voice, suppressed his excitement, and suppressed his impulse.
A piece of the edict was not completely burned and fell to the side. Zhao Gao quickly grabbed it and put the small fragment on the candlelight at the risk of being burned.
Finally, the true edict was completely burned out and turned into a handful of ashes scattered beside the candlestick.
I'm burned! I'm burned! I really burned the edict cleanly!
Zhao Gao sat slumped on the ground of the carriage, laughing silently.
He suddenly jumped up, his bloodshot eyes opened angrily, and he carefully collected the ashes of the burned edict into the palm of his hand, and looked around.
Even if it’s gray! Even if it’s gray! Can't be found either!
You have to hide it, you have to hide it, but you can't throw it out, and you can't let anyone see your movements!
His eyes stopped on the corpse of the First Emperor.
He froze, breathing rapidly and violently.
After swallowing, he walked over, opened the Emperor's clothes, and stuffed the black ash into the Emperor's clothes.
"Your Majesty, hehe... You see, I have been helping the Emperor pull the carriage for many years. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you are just doing a small favor for me. Is that okay? Is that okay?" He pushed away gently. Zhao Gao lay in the carriage, his whole body covered in sweat.
Isn't he afraid?
He was scared to death.
But he still wanted to do it.
Zhao Gao is a madman hidden under the skin of a calligrapher, an official in the Central Chemistry Department, and a highly skilled martial artist. He is a complete madman.
A cunning madman, a treacherous madman.
He has been completely filled with an inflated desire for power and is making decisions that will completely subvert the entire future.
But he didn't realize it himself. He was complacent that he had made a "wise and powerful" decision.
No one would want to touch or dare to touch the body of the First Emperor.
So that's the safest place.
Next, just make peace with Hu Hai, and then deal with that old man Li Si...
I will be able to control the Qin Dynasty through that idiot Hu Hai!
Ha ha--
Hahahahahaha!
!
!
Covering his mouth, Zhao Gao let out a crazy and unclear laugh, but he tightly covered his mouth to prevent the sound from coming out.
His trembling child moved to the corpse of the First Emperor.
By the time--
Your Majesty, veteran——
This is the real Qin II!
...
When Meng Yi came back, the sky fell.
He and Zhao Gao knelt in front of the corpse of the First Emperor together, looking at the dragon body of the First Emperor lying there quietly, crying in disbelief.
Zhao Gao also knelt beside Meng Yi, also crying silently.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty! Your Majesty, your Majesty! Your Majesty, your Majesty!
!
"Meng Yi couldn't control it anymore, he cried loudly, and wanted to rush to the side of the First Emperor.
"General Meng!" Zhao Gao was so frightened that he quickly dragged Meng Yi from behind.
"Zhao Gao! You thief!" Unexpectedly, Meng Yi slapped Zhao Gao's old face.
Before Zhao Gao could react, he saw Meng Yi standing up, grabbing his collar, and yelling filial piety crazily.
"How do you take care of the emperor!? How do you take care of the emperor!"
!
! "
Zhao Gao didn't even listen to his filial piety.
He just thought blankly.
This person...
You actually hit me?
