A man who has already made two consecutive mistakes, yet still wishes to beg for a third chance—at that point it is no longer mere wishful thinking, but sheer stupidity, stupidity beyond redemption.
Fortunately, Jiang Dali would never stumble twice over the same mistake. He had always been a decisive, efficient man—what he said, he did; his word was law.
There was another person just like him.
That person was Qin Shi Huang.
If one were to speak of Qin Shi Huang's once-sigh‑worthy past, it too would be full of twists and strangeness. Once, he was not a decisive, efficient man at all, but even somewhat hesitant and indecisive—indeed… he could not even be said to have been entirely himself, merely a plaything in others' hands, a foppish wastrel who only seemed to bask in glory and splendor.
But from the moment he truly bore the name Ying Zheng, he changed. He became someone who inspired awe in all around him, became ruthless and iron‑blooded, his word unchallengeable.
