Chapter 77

At this time.

These black-clad men had gloomy faces, and their eyes, exposed from their masks, were filled with cold light.

"Zhao Mingqu has been exposed!"

"He is finished!"

"Quickly report this matter!"

"Go!!!"

The several black-clad men immediately ran toward a direction at full speed.

To go back and report the news.

Ge Nie brought Zhao Mingqu,

and arrived inside the palace.

At this time, Zhao Mingqu's heart was full of panic and tension.

"Cannot be nervous!"

"I must be calm!!!"

"Must not reveal any abnormality, must not let Ying Zheng see through me!!!"

"Otherwise I will definitely die!!!"

"Right now, I need to show an angry posture, the anger of being wronged and having my descendants slaughtered!!!"

Although his heart was very fearful,

Zhao Mingqu's mentality was strong enough,

after all,

he was someone who had fought on the battlefield,

so he knew what he needed to do most right now,

knew that he,

could not show a panicked state at this time!

"Tap tap tap—"

Ge Nie's footsteps were light, making soft sounds on the ground.

Zhao Mingqu walked silently with Ge Nie,

and listening to Ge Nie's footsteps, which sounded harsh in the quiet environment, he only felt that his heart was bearing extremely terrifying pressure!

Soon he would face that terrifying Emperor!

If he showed even a slightly wrong state in front of that terrifying Emperor, then he...

would be finished!!!

"Your Majesty, Prince Zhao has arrived..."

Ge Nie suddenly stopped his footsteps, and then called out toward the palace hall.

Swish—

Upon hearing this sound,

Zhao Mingqu's heart jumped, and he quickly regained his senses, looked up at the palace hall, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

Looking at the palace hall with its door wide open,

Zhao Mingqu only felt that he was currently looking at the ghost gate of the underworld,

stepping into that gate, he would have no life, completely finished, giving him an urge to turn around and run!

However,

he finally suppressed this urge!

There was no response from inside the palace hall,

it seemed,

that it had fallen into silence,

giving off an oppressive atmosphere!

Just when Zhao Mingqu felt the pressure was immense,

the eunuch beside Ying Zheng,

walked out from the palace hall,

and came to Zhao Mingqu's side: "Prince, go in; His Majesty is waiting for you inside."

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Zhao Mingqu walked into the great hall with a nervous expression and light footsteps.

The very first moment he entered the hall,

his gaze landed on a single figure.

It was none other than the Emperor of Great Qin, Ying Zheng.

At this moment,

Ying Zheng was bowing his head, reviewing memorials, seemingly unaware of Zhao Mingqu’s arrival.

Watching Ying Zheng, who was busy reviewing memorials with his head lowered, a trace of fear flashed deep within Zhao Mingqu’s eyes.

Even when facing this supreme Emperor of Great Qin directly, he still felt an immense sense of oppression.

"Your subject, Zhao Mingqu, pays respects to Your Majesty!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Mingqu knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng.

However,

Ying Zheng, who was reviewing the memorials,

seemed not to have heard Zhao Mingqu’s voice, continuing to lower his head and diligently review the documents.

And Zhao Mingqu,

having not received Ying Zheng’s permission,

could only remain in a prostrate position, kneeling respectfully in the great hall,

not daring to stand up, nor daring to speak again, able only to wait—wait for Ying Zheng to speak.

At this moment, Ying Zheng

seemed completely immersed in reviewing the memorials, having lost all perception of the outside world.

Even though

Zhao Mingqu had greeted him loudly,

he still showed no reaction.

Seeing this, the expression on Zhao Mingqu’s face instantly turned pale.

Deep within his eyes,

a trace of intense terror flashed, and countless thoughts raced through his mind.

"Could it be that Ying Zheng has already obtained some important evidence?"

"If that weren't the case, he wouldn't be reacting like this..."

"What exactly has he uncovered? Can he already confirm my involvement in the events of five years ago?"

"That's impossible. The matter five years ago was handled so cleanly; it shouldn't be easy to trace it back to me..."

Zhao Mingqu lay on the ground, head bowed, his expression shifting constantly, his heart filled with extreme panic.

At this moment, he had no idea what Ying Zheng was thinking or what his stance was.

Ying Zheng’s silent, focused demeanor as he reviewed the memorials brought him unprecedented pressure.

He felt as if the great hall were shrouded in a grim and terrifying atmosphere.

And Ying Zheng,

was like a terrifying, slumbering dragon about to erupt; once it did, it would surely leave him with no place to be buried.

"Swish, swish, swish—"

The tip of Ying Zheng’s brush made a scratching sound as he wrote; other than that, the only sound in the entire palace was the thumping of Zhao Mingqu’s heartbeat.

Lying on the ground, the intense pressure and fear caused cold sweat to pour uncontrollably from Zhao Mingqu’s body.

After a short while,

he felt as though he were soaked through, the sweat making his spine feel icy cold.

This feeling was unbearable!

The entire hall was deathly silent,

and Zhao Mingqu dared not make a sound,

able only to kneel on the ground,

waiting for Ying Zheng to finish reviewing his memorials.

This feeling was agonizing and miserable...

After a long time,

just as Zhao Mingqu felt his mind was about to collapse, Ying Zheng spoke while still reviewing the memorials.

"I..."

"Really don't want to kill you..."

His voice was very calm, like the surface of water in an ancient well, without a single ripple.

However,

upon hearing this voice,

Zhao Mingqu, who was lying on the ground,

felt his pupils contract violently, and his face turned pale in an instant!

"Your Majesty..."

With a pale face, Zhao Mingqu suddenly raised his head, looking at Ying Zheng in utter horror: "Your subject..."

However,

before he could finish his sentence,

Ying Zheng sighed faintly and stopped his vermilion brush.

He raised his head,

swept a glance at Zhao Mingqu, and spoke with a hint of fatigue in his tone.

"You and I, though monarch and subject, are also close kin..."

Ying Zheng’s gaze fell upon Zhao Mingqu as he sighed leisurely: "I truly never thought about killing you..."

"Your Majesty..."

"I am wronged, Your Majesty!"

"Those matters really have nothing to do with your subject..."

"Your subject has been framed! I was truly framed, Your Majesty!"

Ying Zheng’s words terrified Zhao Mingqu to the point of losing his soul; he began to tremble violently, sweat pouring down like rain.

Thump, thump, thump!!!

Zhao Mingqu actually began to kowtow!

He had been thoroughly frightened.

Hearing Zhao Mingqu’s words,

Ying Zheng, who was reviewing the memorials,

revealed a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at Zhao Mingqu, who was kowtowing incessantly and pleading his case.

Ignoring him, as if speaking to himself, he showed a look of reflection: "The world says it is good to be Emperor, yet they do not know that every Emperor has his own suffering..."

"The memorials I review every day are countless..."

"I must control all things under Heaven..."

"Managing this vast world..."

"Actually..."

"It is very hard..."

"But unfortunately, you cannot feel it, you cannot understand it..."

Ying Zheng paused, a hint of reflection appearing in his eyes, and sighed leisurely. Looking at the trembling Zhao Mingqu, he spoke again.

"Zhao Mingqu..."

"You..."

"In the end, you have become obsessed and vulgar..."

"You want to be Emperor, don't you? You want to sit on that dragon chair in the Qilin Hall, right?"

"Do you think that dragon chair in the Qilin Hall is comfortable and easy to sit on?"

"Cousin... you are confused, truly confused..."

Ying Zheng spoke as if to himself.

His leisurely voice echoed throughout the great hall.

And these words of his

were words that pierced the heart,

falling into Zhao Mingqu’s ears, making him tremble all over, terrified, as if needles were pricking his back.

"Your Majesty..."

The pale-faced Zhao Mingqu kowtowed frantically, crying out loudly: "Your Majesty, you have wronged your subject!!! How could your subject have such thoughts? I dare not! Your subject dares not have such thoughts..."

"Your Majesty, your subject has never thought of being Emperor!"

"I am wronged!!!"

"Spare my life, Your Majesty!!"

"Do not kill your subject!!"

Ying Zheng’s tone was calm, seemingly devoid of any killing intent.

However,

Zhao Mingqu could hear

the grim and terrifying murderous intent hidden within that calm tone.

At this moment,

he was scared out of his wits, his entire body turning soft.

Now,

here in the imperial palace,

he had no means of resistance; if Ying Zheng truly wanted to kill him...

Then he would surely die!!!

"Kill you?!"

Ying Zheng showed a look of surprise, looking at Zhao Mingqu with some bewilderment, and asked, "Why would I want to kill you?"

"You are my cousin!"

"How could I commit the act of fratricide?!"

"You have misunderstood; I have never thought of killing you..."

"Get up!"

Ying Zheng’s tone at this moment had a gentle, refreshing quality, as if two brothers were chatting about daily life.

However,

the more Zhao Mingqu heard this tone, devoid of any anger or killing intent,

the more terrified he felt,

a chill as if falling into an ice cellar enveloping him!

Hearing Ying Zheng tell him to get up,

Zhao Mingqu did not have the courage to rise.