Ying Zinian had transmigrated from the modern world into this one — though he was the Ninth Son of the First Emperor, giving him an esteemed identity, someone who knew history understood this status wasn't a blessing.
It was a blade. Pressed against his throat.
The Great Qin of the present, though it appeared prosperous and flourishing, was — to anyone who knew the history — already riddled with holes. The moment the First Emperor died, this vast empire would collapse.
Externally, the Xiongnu watched with hungry eyes. The Hundred Schools and the remnants of the Six Kingdoms coiled like vipers, dead set on toppling Qin's rule.
At court, the First Emperor's eldest son Fusu was too deeply influenced by Confucianism.
He was far too gentle!
In an era of peace and prosperity, such a temperament was genuinely good for a nation's citizens. But the current Qin didn't need a gentle emperor!
It was precisely because of this temperament that when Huhai and Zhao Gao issued an edict in the First Emperor's name ordering him to die, Fusu actually did it.
Ying Zinian didn't know whether Fusu had truly failed to see through the impersonation of the First Emperor's edict.
Perhaps he had seen through it — but simply hadn't dared to gamble.
After all, Fusu himself knew just how deeply disappointed Ying Zheng was in him.
Ying Zheng still hadn't designated a Crown Prince — likely because none among the current princes could satisfy him.
The reason the current Great Qin could still hold together, still maintain the appearance of strength—
The Six Kingdoms' remnants, the Hundred Schools of Thought — the reason they didn't dare show their faces, planning carefully in secret—
Was simply because the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, was still alive!
As long as Ying Zheng drew breath, this Great Qin could not fall into chaos.
But if one day, this ruler whose virtue joined the Three Sovereigns and whose achievements overshadowed the Five Emperors were no more...
Currently, there wasn't much time left before the First Emperor's death, according to history.
If he couldn't devise a way to change this situation — when Huhai ascended the throne, neither he nor this country would survive.
But all of that was in the past now. The Great Qin's future would not be like this.
A faint smile curved Ying Zinian's lips.
A chat group... even among all the "golden fingers" he'd known about, the chat group ranked among the very top tier.
But when Ying Zinian began reviewing the information the chat group had transmitted into his mind, the smile on his lips unconsciously tightened, and his brow furrowed slightly.
Angels, demons, Godslayers, ninjas, the undying, deities, espers...
Magic, martial arts, superpowers, technology, spiritual energy, chakra, authorities...
The cultivation systems and these identities merely made Ying Zinian comparatively surprised — this meant he wasn't the first person to join the chat group, and the golden finger was unlikely to be his.
What he hadn't quite anticipated was that among the information the chat group provided him, there were actually two transmigrators.
One from a high martial arts world. One from a spiritual energy revival world.
Memory replicas representing other group members' futures — they actually shared these without any compensation?
What a candid bunch.
Ying Zinian found it a bit troublesome.
He'd originally planned to use his knowledge of future events to trade with other group members for some benefits.
After all, his world wasn't exactly aproper historical world either.
But from what he could see now, that wasn't going to be possible.
Ying Zinian then sank his consciousness inward, preparing to take a look inside the chat group.
At the very least, he needed to know how much these two transmigrators had revealed, and which worlds the chat group's members came from.
Then he saw this.
**[Child of Nature: "But it's not entirely impossible either."]**
**[Child of Nature: "If this historical Qin Dynasty had been altered by outside forces..."]**
**[Ordinary Group Leader: "A transmigrator?"]**
Ying Zinian stared blankly. What the hell — my identity got exposed?
In the chat group.
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "Now that you mention it, it really might be possible."
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "If it's a transmigrator, their own fate matching Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, or even the First Emperor wouldn't be impossible."
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "Just don't know if they brought a System with them..."
**Richest Man:** "What, you planning to backstab him if they have a System?"
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "If I could, I really would. Shrug.jpg"
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "Who could resist the rewards from recycling a System?"
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "Could you refuse?"
**Richest Man:** "Cough cough cough."
**Richest Man:** "Forget I said anything."
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "Transmigrators either don't have a System, or if they do, the System is generally pretty high-ranked."
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "Like a sign-in System that gives you Snow Dragon Cavalry, or a summoning System that calls forth generals and strategists from the river of history, or a roleplay System that merges you with two-dimensional character templates."
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "Each and every one of them is absurdly powerful!"
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "If only I could recycle one..."
As she spoke, Su Yunqing began to fantasize.
**Great Qin Ninth Prince:** "Um... I think I should be the transmigrator without a System."
Ying Zinianforced a laughed in the chat group.
He hadn't expected the group leader to have such an active imagination.
Unfortunately, he was part of the group of transmigrators without a System.
He'd thought the chat group would be his golden finger — but now it seemed he was really just a lucky member who simply joined the chat group.
He hadn't been averse to concealing his identity, but since he'd be interacting with everyone for such a long time, lies were easily exposed.
Rather than that, it was better to be straightforward.
Besides, he had no System. And however special a transmigrator's identity was, there were already two of those in the chat group anyway.
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "Huh?"
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "You're actually a transmigrator?"
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "Holy shit!"
To be honest, although Su Yunqing had fantasized this much, she really hadn't thought the newcomer would actually be a transmigrator.
She'd actually been more inclined toward Baixuan's first guess:
Some parallel-timeline kingdom that shared the same name as the Great Qin.
As a result, it turned out to be a genuine story of a transmigrator falling into the Qin Dynasty.
Wait — but they hadn't even asked if it was the Qin Dynasty yet.
And also, for the Qin Dynasty, transmigrators generally don't end up in aproper Qin Dynasty, right?
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "You transmigrated into the Qin Dynasty, right? The one with the First Emperor Ying Zheng?"
**Great Qin Ninth Prince:** "Yes."
**Great Qin Ninth Prince:** "However, it's not purely a historical world — it's a fusion of Qin Shi Ming Yue and history."
**Great Qin Ninth Prince:** "Month God, Snow Girl, Duanmu Rong — these all exist in my world."
From the original body's memories, this world wasn't a simple historical world, but a blend of the Qin Shi Ming Yue universe and actual history.
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "That makes more sense."
**Ordinary Group Leader:** "Does Yan Yilin exist?"
**Great Qin Ninth Prince:** "."
**Great Qin Ninth Prince:** "Maybe you should look at what you're saying."
**Great Qin Ninth Prince:** "This is Qin Shi Ming Yue, not Tian Xing Jiu Ge! Even if Yan Yilin isn't dead, she's already disappeared."
*(End of Chapter)*
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