"Is there anything else?"
All eyes fell upon the young man.
"The successor to the throne of Qin!"
The young man spoke each word with weight and deliberation.
"That, I know."
"Though the King of Qin is now in his prime, blessed with many sons, he has never appointed a crown prince."
"His eldest son Fusu is said to be benevolent and kind, yet if he ascends the throne, perhaps he will not be able to command the army, nor rule the world."
"Could it be this is our opportunity?" Xiang Liang's eyes shone bright.
"Indeed."
The young man nodded.
"All men must die, in the end."
"Though the King of Qin is a man of boundless talent, unifying the world, a king the likes of whom has never been seen before nor will ever be again,"
"—yet he too will meet his end."
"Without a suitable heir, Qin is doomed." The young man smiled coldly.
It seemed, in his words, he had already seen, already painted, the fate awaiting Qin.
"Well said."
