Chapter 43: Zhao Gao: This Wang Jian, how shameless (Second Update)

Xianyang City, inside the imperial palace.

Silence, a deathly silence; inside the entire great hall, everyone was stunned.

Countless people looked up at Ying Zheng in astonishment, as if they had not understood the words just spoken.

Xu Fu had already been so ready to face death, so why did Your Majesty still want to kill him?

Xu Fu, below the great hall, heard that Your Majesty wanted to execute him by slow slicing, and his body instantly went limp.

"Your Majesty, my death is of no consequence, but I still need to set sail to seek the elixir of immortality for Your Majesty!"

The previous readiness to face death vanished in an instant without a trace.

Kneeling on the ground, Xu Fu kept kowtowing, begging with his mouth.

He felt that he should still be able to save himself.

After all, as long as there was the point of the overseas elixir, Ying Zheng would not kill him.

However, this time, his calculations fell through.

Ying Zheng, upon the throne, saw that Xu Fu would not shed tears until he saw his coffin, and he let out a cold shout.

"The elixir you speak of, I fear it is nothing but a poison pill!"

As the words fell, the situation Xu Fu least wanted to see in his heart had come to pass.

There must have been a slip-up somewhere.

It let Ying Zheng know about the problems with refining the elixir.

Xu Fu’s brain raced, and in an instant, he thought of a reason.

"Your Majesty, our alchemy techniques are not refined enough to create the medicine of longevity like the immortals; naturally, the pills contain a trace of impurities, but these have no effect on Your Majesty’s body."

Denying it flatly, Xu Fu could not admit it was a poison pill no matter what.

After all, Your Majesty was not an alchemist and did not understand alchemy; as long as he insisted that it was harmless to the body, he might be able to escape this disaster.

"Heh, what a 'no effect'; is it that every time I consume a pill, the toxins in my body accumulate a little more?"

Sneering, Ying Zheng walked down from the throne with anger in his eyes.

"Day by day, the toxins have already made me terminally ill."

Each word spoken made sweat pour down Xu Fu’s forehead.

He never imagined that Ying Zheng had already learned of this extent.

Instantly, Xu Fu felt as if half a foot had already stepped into the gates of hell.

As for the other half, he could only pin his hopes on the overseas immortal islands.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty, please forgive me; this old servant deserves to die, but I beg Your Majesty to give me a chance to go overseas, pay respects to the immortals, and seek the medicine of longevity for Your Majesty!"

Having been by Ying Zheng’s side for many years, Xu Fu understood that Ying Zheng dared to say such things.

It meant his heart was already very certain.

If he did not admit it now, he would likely die immediately.

Now, Xu Fu could only hope that Ying Zheng believed his nonsense about the overseas elixir.

Otherwise, he was finished.

"Overseas immortal islands? Wasn't that something you fabricated only because you saw that my time was short and feared I would hold you accountable before I died?"

A hand rested on Xu Fu, and in an instant, Xu Fu’s body collapsed like mud.

With eyes full of horror, he looked at the Ying Zheng before him; he never imagined that Ying Zheng even knew about this?

How was it possible? He hadn't even told his own disciples; how did Ying Zheng know?

This was clearly unscientific!

"Three thousand young boys and girls, enough for you to spread your branches and leaves on the island; Xu Fu, do you think I am right?"

The cold words were like sharp swords piercing Xu Fu’s body.

Xu Fu, already slumped on the ground, was completely numb.

Ying Zheng not only knew he was going to run away, but even knew his future plans clearly.

This time, he was completely doomed.

"Men, drag him out and execute him by slow slicing!"

He gave the order to the guards of the Black Ice Terrace, and the next moment, Xu Fu was dragged out like a pile of mud.

Ying Zheng merely glanced at the other party before returning to his throne.

Heh, a mere Xu Fu, did he really think he, Ying Zheng, was stupid?

Having read the chronicles, he was now incredibly sharp!

"Ah..."

Accompanied by a wail, Xu Fu’s figure had already disappeared from the great hall.

Many attendants kneeling on the ground were trembling, not daring to look up.

Wang Jian, inside the hall, was secretly amazed, yet in his heart, he was quite pleased.

Well killed!

This kind of deceptive alchemist should be wiped out completely!

However, Wang Jian always felt that Ying Zheng seemed to have become a different person.

How did he suddenly become so clear-headed?

"Old General Wang, what is the reason for your arrival today?"

Just as Wang Jian was pondering why Ying Zheng had changed so much, Ying Zheng, who had sat back on the throne, spoke slowly.

Having dealt with Xu Fu, Ying Zheng finally had time to attend to Wang Jian.

However, now that the question was asked, Wang Jian below was instantly dumbfounded.

Damn, Your Majesty asked him!

It’s over, he’s done for!

Why did he come here?

Of course, it was to remonstrate with Your Majesty not to listen to the words of alchemists.

But now that Your Majesty was already clear-headed and had directly finished off the head alchemist, Xu Fu.

Now it was Wang Jian’s turn to be embarrassed.

What to do now?

Continuing to remonstrate was definitely not an option.

Your Majesty was already clear-headed; if he were to do something redundant, wouldn't that be slapping Your Majesty in the face?

If he didn't remonstrate, why did he specifically come to the imperial palace?

At this moment, the elderly Wang Jian couldn't help but doubt his life.

Right, why did he come here?

Damn it, Your Majesty’s sudden clarity had completely screwed him over!

"Hmm?"

Ying Zheng on the throne frowned slightly, looking at Wang Jian below, who remained silent for a long time, looking slightly puzzled.

This old fellow had rushed from the countryside to see him.

Yet he didn't say a word; what was he trying to do?

The soft inquiry made Wang Jian below wake up.

This was the Great Qin imperial palace; he could not be distracted.

Regaining his senses, Wang Jian immediately began to think.

Just as his gaze swept over a figure below Ying Zheng, Wang Jian immediately had an idea.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this old subject is aged and does not have much time left; I simply often miss Your Majesty’s majestic countenance, so I came specifically to pay a visit!"

As the words fell, the corners of Wang Jian’s eyes instantly became moist.

It seemed as if it were truly because his time was short that he had come today, out of longing for the bond between monarch and subject, to take a look.

With such words spoken, Ying Zheng on the throne above was also slightly stunned.

And Zhao Gao, below Ying Zheng, hearing such sycophantic words, was instantly enraged.

Looking Wang Jian up and down, he, Zhao Gao, never expected.

Having navigated the officialdom for decades, he had never noticed it before.

This old scoundrel Wang Jian is truly shameless!

He actually snatched his rice bowl for bootlicking!