In Xianyang Palace, all the palaces were covered with mess, with fallen leaves scattering all over the yard, and the furnishings in the house were messy. Ziying helped up a overturned table and wiped the dust on it.

Lu Yang followed Ziying, and she hurriedly helped up a chair and placed it behind Ziying: "Master, no, Your Majesty, please sit down."

Ziying chuckled and shook her head: "You should call me the chief, don't change your words."

"...Yes." Lu Yang nodded with his lips and looked at Ziying like this, and she felt very uncomfortable, but she was powerless to turn things around. She could only follow Ziying silently.

Ziying looked around the dilapidated palace and smiled bitterly: "This is the palace where I was born. When I was a child, my father would always play with me. In my impression, he always smiled lightly. Unlike his cold grandfather, his father always gave people a warm feeling."

"There is also the emperor, who always stared at us with a cruel face, which made me shudder and didn't even dare to look at him." Ziying clenched his fists and lowered his head to regret: "It would have been great if I had discovered it earlier. On the day when Xianyang Palace was washed away by blood, the emperor hugged me in his arms with pity on his face. I even felt his tears flowing across my neck. I should have thought that the person who wanted to kill me would not show such an expression..."

"Peace Master..." Faced with Ziying's painful self-blame, Lu Yang was at a loss.

The mistress came in from the door and bowed to salute, "Peace Master, the old ministers are waiting for you in the hall."

Ziying was speechless. He slowly stood up and looked back at the huge palace. The furnishings were still the same, but things changed. Everyone he had known had left, and in the end he was the only one left, and he was the only one left.

"Let's go." The palace gate slowly closed and everything returned to darkness.

On the main hall, more than a dozen old ministers stood there. These were loyal ministers who were loyal to the Qin Dynasty and were loyal to the court for generations. Ziying walked slowly into the hall in a thick dragon robe, and each step was very heavy.

"I'm kowtow to Your Majesty." The ministers knelt on the ground and bowed.

Ziying raised his hand slightly: "Everyone is calm."

Everyone stood up slowly, and everyone looked at each other, not knowing what important things did the emperor summoned the ministers today. Ziying took a deep breath and told everyone the results of his careful consideration for these days: "I have decided to open the city and surrender in three days."

This sentence was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. All the old ministers were shocked. Some people did not even stand firm and sat on the ground.

"Your Majesty, you-you are going to surrender?" The old minister with a white beard said tremblingly: "You have been the foundation of the Qin Dynasty for hundreds of years. Do you want to give up someone?"

Ziying nodded slowly. With this surrender, the Qin Dynasty would no longer exist, and there would never be the Qin Dynasty in the long river of history.

The old minister was so angry that he trembled all over: "It's a sin! I think I, the First Emperor, was full of heroic spirit and majestic. He held a long sword in his hand and unified the six kingdoms. What a glorious cause, but in just a few decades, the Qin Dynasty was over! You, Hu Hai, have you ever thought about supporting the Qin Dynasty and revitalizing the hegemony?!"

Ziying sighed: "Now the rebels are at the city, our army is surrendering and killing. Now we have no strength to resist."

"Yes! Of course we have!" The old minister's feet stepped on the ground hard: "We still have a solid city wall. Even if the city is broken, we still have flesh and blood on our bodies. As long as we are not dead, how can we not resist?"

An old man over 60 years old, facing the desperate situation of his country and family destruction, could even speak such bold words. His words made many old ministers ashamed. Ziying admired the old man's unyielding backbone, but as the emperor, he still had thousands of people in Xianyang City, and he could not let them become victims.

Ziying closed her eyes and said in a cold tone: "There are still tens of thousands of people in Xianyang City. Do you want them to be buried with us just because of our backbone?"

"As a citizen of the Qin Dynasty, you have to sacrifice your life for your country, what are you afraid of death?" The old man shouted hysterically: "Don't be afraid of death, but will succeed or fail in your heart!"

Ziying knew this truth, but he could not fight a battle that would eventually fail with the lives of millions of people. Ziying shouted and interrupted the old man: "I have decided my will. Three days later, open the city to surrender!"

The old man couldn't believe it. He pointed at Ziying tremblingly, and was so choked by him that he couldn't speak. After a long time, he whistled to the sky: "There is an emperor like this in the Qin Dynasty. It's so sad and lamentable that the sky is about to destroy the Qin Dynasty!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the pillar of the hall. In an instant, blood was flying, and a blood was sprinkled on the court. The old man died with his eyes open, staring at Ziying straight at him.

"...Peace Master." Lu Yang was a little trembling. She glanced at Ziying silently and asked timidly: "Are we......"

Ziying slowly stood up, and he stepped directly over the old minister's body, with a decisive face and no doubt about it: "Transfer my will and open the city to surrender in three days!"

The ministers were shocked by the loyalty and courage of the old minister and the determination of Ziying. Now that things have come to this point, there is no other way. They respectfully bowed down: "...to obey the order."

When the old ministers all left the palace, Ziying's body seemed to be deflated. He sat dejectedly on the ground. The old minister's eyes were staring at him, making him afraid to look up. He waved his hand and said to the mistress and the little girl beside him: "... Let's bury him well."

Qi Lan walked in slowly, Han Xin followed her, protecting her in an endless manner. Qi Lan was shocked, but she soon understood, she sighed and walked to Ziying's side.

"You're okay."

Ziying shook her head with a wry smile: "...not good."

The pain of the country's demise was too painful and heavy, and he couldn't breathe. Qi Lan sat quietly beside him, the hall was silent, no one spoke, and no one knew what to say.

Blood slowly flowed on the ground, gradually becoming colder, turning into dark red blood marks...

In 207 BC, forty-six days after Qin Sanshi Ying ascended the throne, he abolished the throne, wore plain clothes and mourning clothes to surrender to Liu Ji's army, personally presented the national seal and military talismans, opened the city gate to welcome the army into the city, and at this point, the Qin Dynasty was destroyed.

After Liu Jijun entered the city, he fulfilled three rules with his soldiers, and did not occupy any land or kill a soldier. The people praised him and affectionately called him the "King of Guanzhong" and praised his good deeds.

Under Qi Lan's consolation, Liu Ji regarded Ziying as King of Qin and treated her with courtesy, and still lived in Xianyang Palace. After counting the money and grain books in Xianyang City, he returned to Bashang and did not occupy every brick and tile of Xianyang Palace. Liu Ji knew very well that the real war was not over yet.

Upon hearing the news that Liu Ji led his troops to the Xianyang Palace, Xiang Ji immediately rushed straight to Hanzhong. The 400,000 troops rushed over. Xiang Ji stationed the military camp in Hongmen and confronted Liu Ji's army.

Outside Xianyang Palace, there were dark clouds and the atmosphere was extremely dangerous. Both armies were aggressive and the war was about to begin. However, facing Xiang Ji's 400,000 army, Liu Ji had only a few hundred thousand soldiers and horses, which was impossible to match. What's more, Xiang Ji himself was unparalleled in bravery, and one person was comparable to thousands of troops. This was a battle destined to lose.

The two armies lined up outside the city, with great momentum, but in Xianyang Palace, it was a pleasant and quiet scene.

In the palace, Qi Lan and Ziying made a pot of tea, playing chess and savoring tea at the table. Han Xin crossed his legs and lay on a chair and napped. The sound of drums soaring into the sky outside the house seemed like lullaby, which made him yawn boredly.

Luyang and Xiaosan and Xiaossi stood at the door, looking at the dense army in the suburbs of Xianyang, and were chilling. In a blink of an eye, he looked inside the house, but there was a happy scene. Xiaossi hesitated for a long time and whispered to Luyang: "...Is it better for us to remind the Pavilion Master?"

"Bah, such a loud voice can even wake up the deaf people. These three people are good. One sleeps and two plays chess, and they are really calm." Lu Yang spat angrily.

Xiao Si sighed in his heart: He is truly a big shot. He is still not afraid of drum beats and chatting and laughing freely, and heroes should be like this!

The three heroes were leisurely in the house for most of the day. It was not until sunset that a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky. Qi Lan raised her head and looked out the window.

Ziying fell down a son, raised her eyes and glanced at Qi Lan: "Are you really relieved? With Liu Ji's strength, fighting Xiang Ji now is like hitting a stone with an egg. Are you afraid that he will die?"

Qi Lan took a deep breath and shook her head.

There was a commotion outside the door. Lu Yang shouted, "Stop!" and rushed into the room. A thin figure rolled around the ground and rushed into the room.

"What are you, you actually trespassed into the palace?" Lu Yang shouted in anger. As soon as the figure entered the room, he took off the cloak covered with his body, and an unparalleled face came into everyone's sight.

"Little Fish!"

"It's you!"

Han Xin and Qi Lan exclaimed at the same time. The person who came was Yu Ruoyan. She had been fighting with Xiang Ji in the south and north, and now she followed him to Hongmen. After a long time, Yu Ruoyan's face had more maturity and stability, and less innocent as a boy, but even so, it was still difficult to resist her flawless face.

When Yu Ruoyan saw Qi Lan, she was also very surprised. She rushed up and hugged her. Han Xin rarely smiled and came over.

"Sister Qi, Brother Han, I finally found you!" Yu Ruoyan shouted excitedly: "It's great, you are safe."

Qi Lan was also very excited. It has been a long time since she parted last time. Both of them have experienced vicissitudes and changes. Now that ancient people have reunited, they have thousands of words in their hearts, and they don’t know how to express them for a while.

Ziying looked at Yu Ruoyan with interest and praised: "I didn't expect that there was such a beautiful woman in the world, which was much better than the beauties locked in the Afang Palace."

Yu Ruoyan glanced at him with the corner of her eyes and sighed: "I didn't expect that there are people in the world who are more beautiful than me. I admire you!"

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