110: Chapter 110: Ying Zheng's worldview shattered upon seeing the world map.

"Your Majesty."

When He Zhi saw the First Emperor sitting leisurely in the courtyard, he originally wanted to take out the newspaper from his robe.

But thinking about the content of the newspaper, his movements faltered.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

The First Emperor's sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, swept toward He Zhi.

"I wouldn't dare."

"This is the newspaper that Young Master Fusu had someone create."

He Zhi finally took out the newspaper hidden in his robe and respectfully handed it to the First Emperor.

"Oh."

The First Emperor nodded slightly, not yet realizing the gravity of the situation.

He took the newspaper and looked at the dense characters on it, saying, "This paper is truly a fine thing."

"With so many words on this newspaper, if they were written on bamboo slips, it would probably take dozens of catties of them."

"That rebellious son Fusu has actually managed to create another good thing!"

A gratified smile appeared on the First Emperor's face.

Whether it was the previous steel knives or the current paper, the First Emperor was extremely satisfied.

"Indeed,"

He Zhi said in agreement.

He glanced cautiously at the First Emperor. Seeing him so pleased, He Zhi did not breathe a sigh of relief; instead, he watched the First Emperor with a grave expression.

He saw the First Emperor begin to read the contents of the newspaper.

Ying Zheng finally saw that vertical world map.

When he saw the size of Great Qin's territory on the world map, the smile on his broad face gradually vanished.

Wait, what?

What on earth is this?

"He Zhi, tell me, is this map of the world real or fake?"

"Why does my Great Qin occupy such a small part of the world!"

A vein could be clearly seen throbbing on Ying Zheng's forehead.

It was evident just how agitated he was.

Ying Zheng tried his best to suppress the intense emotions in his heart.

But the more he tried to suppress them, the more they boiled over.

"Bullshit!"

"My Great Qin cannot possibly be this small!"

Ying Zheng roared.

His worldview was shattered; he was unwilling to believe that Great Qin's territory was actually that small.

Even the Mauryan Empire was larger than Great Qin's territory—did that make any sense!

Was that even reasonable!

He Zhi pulled his head back, not daring to speak.

Ying Zheng's gaze was fixed intently on the world map.

The vast expanse of land he had conquered by exhausting over six hundred years of the Qin state's fortune was actually so small on the world map!

Ying Zheng simply could not endure it!

He had originally thought he had conquered the entire world.

But that was only the world as he knew it; before the real world, it was so tiny.

"Bullshit!"

"That rebellious son Fusu is just talking out of his ass!"

Ying Zheng did not believe this world map was real.

"Fake!"

"It must be fake!"

"It was just something that rebellious son Fusu had made up!"

Ying Zheng's fists were clenched tight.

His heart could not settle down for a long time.

When people are agitated, they often uncontrollably spout profanities.

In his early years when he was still called Zhao Zheng, he had spent time in the streets, so all sorts of curses came naturally to him, and every word out of his mouth was foul.

"Fuck your mother!"

"Blockhead!"

"Moron!"

"..."

He Zhi knelt before Ying Zheng, enduring the shower of saliva coming from him.

After spouting a torrent of curses, Ying Zheng felt his mood improve significantly.

He began to look at the vertical world map seriously.

In truth, he knew deep down that he hadn't conquered the entire world.

However, he felt that having conquered such a vast territory, it should at least account for ninety percent of the world's land.

At the very least, it should be eighty percent.

But the vastness of the world far exceeded Ying Zheng's imagination.

After calming down, Ying Zheng looked at the world map again.

His gaze fell upon Great Qin's territory.

The forty-eight commanderies on it were clearly marked.

When Ying Zheng's gaze landed on Langya Commandery, a complex look appeared in his eyes.

Seven years ago, Xu Fu set out from the port of Langya, taking three thousand young boys and girls to sea, claiming he would find the elixir of immortality for him.

But he had never returned since.

According to his memories from the dream, two years later, that old scoundrel Xu Fu would return from overseas without having found any immortal medicine, which would leave him greatly disappointed.

Later, during his fifth eastern tour, he specifically went to Langya Commandery, summoned Xu Fu, and even went out to sea with him to shoot a giant fish.

Was there still no immortal medicine?

Did immortal medicine truly exist overseas?

Seeing how vast the world map was, a glimmer of hope flickered in Ying Zheng's eyes.

He wanted immortality.

The world was far larger than he had imagined; surely there would be an elixir of immortality somewhere.

Even now, Ying Zheng had not given up on the idea of eternal life.

He admitted that the older he got, the more he feared death and the more he desired immortality.

Ying Zheng now believed in the authenticity of this world map.

He looked at the other major powers.

The major powers closest to Great Qin were the Xiongnu Kingdom, Donghu, the Western Regions Kingdoms, the Western Qiang Tribes, the Yuezhi, and the Wusun, with the Xiongnu Kingdom being the strongest.

Beyond the Western Qiang Tribes was the Mauryan Empire, which occupied the entire Indian Subcontinent and was significantly larger in area than Great Qin.

Adjacent to the Mauryan Empire was the Seleucid Empire, which was also a massive country.

The areas of Daxia and Anxi were also not small, and further to the west, there was the Roman Republic.

"To think there are still so many powerful nations in the world!"

After annexing the six kingdoms, Ying Zheng had thought that Great Qin was already invincible under heaven, never expecting that so many other powerful nations existed.

The vastness of the world far exceeded his imagination.

Ying Zheng's heart could not be calm for a long time.

His heart, which had originally settled down, became restless once more, and he again felt the desire to conquer these nations.

However, Ying Zheng currently knew nothing about these countries; to reach the Mauryan Empire, he would still need to pass through the territory of the Western Qiang Tribes.

If Great Qin wanted to go toe-to-toe with those powerful nations, it first had to conquer the Western Qiang Tribes, the Yuezhi, the Wusun, and the Western Regions Kingdoms.

However, the strength of these forces was not weak.

Ying Zheng was also curious whether Zhao Fusu could swallow up these forces.

"I hope you don't disappoint me!"

Ying Zheng looked forward to Zhao Fusu's performance.

It took a long while for Ying Zheng to compose himself before he continued reading the newspaper.

"Aha?"

"What crap is that rebellious son talking now!"

Ying Zheng was looking at the novel written by Zhao Fusu about Grand Preceptor Wen's fifteen-year campaign in Beihai.

Of course, he didn't believe it was true.

Ying Zheng believed that Zhao Fusu must have an ulterior motive.

He could see that Zhao Fusu's strategic goal was to conquer the northern lands, including the Yindian North Continent and the Indian South Continent.

If those places could truly be conquered, then Great Qin's territory would expand by more than twenty times!

"This rebellious son's ambition is actually even greater than mine!"

Ying Zheng couldn't help but laugh.

Originally, Ying Zheng felt that it would be quite remarkable if Zhao Fusu could annex the surrounding forces, but he hadn't expected Zhao Fusu to set his sights on the Yindian North Continent and the Indian South Continent as well.