1: Chapter 1: Starting with a Married Woman

[Brain Storage Area: Just enjoy the ride. The political system is not an autocracy; if you don't like it, please skip. Fusu's surname is Ying, his clan is Zhao, and his name is Fusu. Surnames represent bloodline, while clans are symbols of status and identity. Men in the Qin Dynasty were called by their clan, not their surname. Qin Shi Huang was called Zhao Zheng; in civil service exams, he is referred to as Zhao Zheng, and calling him Ying Zheng is incorrect. In the Records of the Grand Historian, he is called Zhao Zheng or King Zheng of Qin, never Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng is a name used by later generations. By that time, surnames and clans had merged into one, and the concept of the clan was absorbed into the surname.]

"Fusu, you have held your troops and acted with arrogance, showing no thought of loyalty to the country. You have spent years building the Great Wall and the Qin Straight Road, damaging the earth's veins and inciting the wrath of the gods, ruining the fortune of our Great Qin. You are hereby bestowed a sword to commit suicide."

...

In a daze, these words somehow found their way into Zhao Fusu's ears.

Who is talking to me?

When the hell did I build a Great Wall?

What an idiot, telling me to kill myself with a sword!

He shook his head, and after clearing his mind a bit, he realized the surrounding scenery had completely changed.

He was clearly in modern times; why was everything around him in an ancient style?

Zhao Fusu looked at the middle-aged man standing above him, dressed in ancient robes and holding an imperial decree, looking completely bewildered.

He was the Chairman of the Southeast University Student Union and a contestant in the National University Debate Competition. He had been taking a bullet train with other students to Beijing for the competition.

He vaguely remembered falling asleep while resting his eyes in his seat on the train. Then, he saw this scene.

His mind was foggy; was he dreaming?

Slapping himself would hurt too much, maybe he should slap...

Zhao Fusu looked at the middle-aged envoy standing on the platform...

"Pa!"

A crisp slapping sound echoed through the large tent.

Zhao Fusu walked up the platform and raised his hand, giving the middle-aged envoy who was reading the decree a massive slap across the face.

Everyone in the tent was stunned.

Zhao Fusu himself was also stunned.

Wait, you didn't dodge?

Zhao Fusu had assumed the middle-aged envoy would move out of the way.

However, his hand actually hurt from hitting the envoy's face.

Zhao Fusu realized he wasn't dreaming.

But he was clearly on a train; how did he mysteriously end up here!

Since this middle-aged envoy clearly intended to harm him, Zhao Fusu felt no guilt whatsoever about the assault.

He actually hit me!

The middle-aged envoy was beyond shocked.

He thought Fusu was just putting on a show and wouldn't dare hit him, so he didn't dodge.

As it turned out, he really did get slapped in the face!

Hey, hey, hey...

He was an envoy sent by the First Emperor; he represented the First Emperor himself.

Young Master Fusu daring to slap his face was no different from Young Master Fusu slapping the First Emperor's face!

How did he have the nerve!

The middle-aged envoy looked at Zhao Fusu with a gaze of utter disbelief.

Meng Tian also looked at Zhao Fusu with a gaze of pure admiration.

He hadn't realized yet that Young Master Fusu's soul had been replaced.

In Meng Tian's heart, Young Master Fusu was incredibly bold; not only did he dare to contradict the First Emperor in court, but now he could even turn the world upside down by slapping an envoy sent by the First Emperor.

This was slapping the very face of the First Emperor!

Young Master Fusu, you are my idol!

In Meng Tian's eyes, Young Master Fusu was no different from a peerless tough guy who had just slapped Qin Shi Huang!

"Unrepentant! Utterly unrepentant!"

The middle-aged envoy shouted in a fit of rage: "Great General Meng Tian, while stationed abroad with Fusu, failed to correct him. He has failed in his duty as a subject and is hereby ordered to be executed along with him."

"Pa!"

Another crisp slapping sound rang out within the tent.

With a zero-frame startup, Zhao Fusu gave the middle-aged envoy another massive slap.

Young Master Fusu came from a traditional Confucian education. The founder of Confucianism was a giant from Shandong who spoke the 'Analects of Might'; he was two meters tall, covered in muscle, and his physique was no weaker than Lu Zhishen.

In the Confucianism founded by such a big brother, everyone knew how to fence and shoot arrows. How could the weak Confucian Scholars of later generations even compare?

Therefore, Young Master Fusu's body was strong and robust. Now that Zhao Fusu had transmigrated into him, the slaps he delivered using Fusu's body were truly powerful.

The middle-aged envoy was slapped to the ground, his mouth bleeding and his head ringing as if it were about to explode.

His face was swollen like a pig's head; even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

This guy should be sober by now.

Zhao Fusu was thinking that this guy had probably drunk too much fake liquor and was here shouting nonsense, acting out some ancient drama for him!

Giving him another slap should help him clear his head.

He better be grateful!

His own hand actually hurt from hitting the guy's face!

A repeat performance!

A repeat performance indeed!

Meng Tian could no longer find words to describe the shock in his heart.

Zhao Fusu's image in his mind had reached the absolute pinnacle.

"Fusu, have you gone mad?"

The middle-aged envoy wailed: "I am the envoy sent by His Majesty the First Emperor! How dare you hit me!"

Zhao Fusu rolled his eyes at him; this guy's acting was surprisingly good.

He spoke: "Bro, you've really had too much fake liquor and haven't sobered up yet. What era do you think this is? You're still going on about the First Emperor? His Majesty the First Emperor has been dead for who knows how many years."

Saying this, Zhao Fusu raised his hand again.

"You know His Majesty the First Emperor is dead!"

"How do you know His Majesty the First Emperor is dead?"

The middle-aged envoy took a step back and looked at Zhao Fusu with a face full of disbelief.

"You said... His Majesty the First Emperor is dead!"

Meng Tian let out a loud cry.

Zhao Fusu was startled.

Great...

Always overreacting, here comes another one who drank fake liquor.

"Is what you say true!"

Meng Tian's fierce eyes stared intently at the middle-aged envoy.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The middle-aged envoy stammered.

"Young Master Fusu, I believe this decree is a forgery!"

After glaring at the middle-aged envoy, Meng Tian spoke to Zhao Fusu.

Just as Zhao Fusu was about to ask, "Are you guys filming an ancient drama? I don't see any cameras or a director," he suddenly felt a surge of unfamiliar memories appear in his mind.

Suddenly, he felt a cluster of strange memories appear in his mind.

The memories told him that he had transmigrated—transmigrated into the Qin Dynasty of a parallel world.

The owner of the body he now inhabited was Fusu, the eldest son of the Great Qin Empire.

This person had a benevolent character and couldn't stand the First Emperor's Burning of Books and Burying of Scholars, where four hundred Confucian Scholars were killed. He had criticized the First Emperor in court, which enraged the Emperor and led to him being banished to this desolate Shangjun.

The First Emperor wanted him to gain experience with the army while also guarding Shangjun and supervising the laborers building the defensive Great Wall.

Alright then...

Zhao Fusu shook his head. After all that fuss, it turned out he had transmigrated into a Fusu who shared his name. When that middle-aged envoy called for Fusu earlier, he thought he was calling him.

However...

A dark smile gradually appeared on Zhao Fusu's face.

Doesn't this mean that he, Zhao Fusu, starts off with a beautiful wife? Young Master Fusu's wife, Wang Xia, the granddaughter of General Wang Jian.

Because it was a political marriage, Young Master Fusu didn't like Wang Xia. Thus, despite being married for years, Young Master Fusu had never touched her.

But Wang Xia was devoted to Young Master Fusu. After he was banished to the desolate Shangjun, she followed him here.

Zhao Fusu remembered from history that after Young Master Fusu committed suicide, his wife also committed suicide to be with him.

Zhao Fusu had a very good impression of Fusu's wife, Wang Xia, and it definitely wasn't just because she was someone else's wife or because she was beautiful. He, Zhao Fusu, was no Cao Cao; he and Cao Cao were irreconcilable enemies!

After understanding everything, Zhao Fusu's expression turned cold as he looked at the middle-aged envoy.

He didn't want to die.

And he couldn't die.

"Get out!"

Zhao Fusu kicked the middle-aged envoy, sending him flying.

He held the decree brought by the envoy, frowning slightly.

The history of this parallel world had some deviations from the history he knew.

He clearly remembered that Qin Shi Huang died during his fifth eastern tour, but now the fifth tour hadn't even begun, and he had already died in Xianyang.

This made him a bit uncertain about how the history of this parallel world would develop.

This decree must have been forged by Zhao Gao.

He had conspired with the Right Chancellor Li Si to alter the final edict, ordering Fusu to commit suicide and making Hu Hai the Crown Prince.

Although Zhao Fusu was currently the eldest son of the empire, he was not yet the Crown Prince.

The current faction in power consisted of Li Si and Zhao Gao. They had already established Hu Hai as the Crown Prince and were doing everything possible to eliminate him.

This time they only sent an envoy with a decree; next time, they might come with an entire army.

"Come then. No matter how many you send, I'll wipe them all out!"

Zhao Fusu was not one to fear war.

At the mention of war, it was as if some gene within Zhao Fusu had been unlocked, making his blood boil with a burning desire for battle, wishing he could start the fight immediately.

Just do it. The Great Wall Legion had an army of three hundred thousand. They might not be able to conquer Guanzhong, but they had more than enough to defend themselves.

Once he developed the Hetao Plain into a massive granary, the tide of battle would turn. If the enemy can come, so can I!