Ying Yuan felt a pain in his heart. He suppressed his grief and anger and said, "I am the emperor. Everything I do is for the Qin Dynasty! You are a minister, but you intend to rebel. You deserve to die!"

"Hahaha..." Lu Buwei laughed, "Ying Yuan, who do you think you are? You are just a tyrant who is blinded by power! You will get your comeuppance sooner or later!"

Ying Yuan no longer paid attention to Lu Buwei's clamor. He ordered Lu Buwei to be executed and his three clans to be exterminated.

After dealing with Lü Buwei's affairs, Ying Yuan felt empty. He stood by the window, looking at the scenery in the distance, feeling lost.

He suddenly remembered what Zhao Ji once said: "You don't understand what love is!"

Yes, he doesn't know what love is. He has been indoctrinated with the way of the emperor since he was a child. He only knows power and the country.

For the sake of power, he can sacrifice everything, including family and love.

He thought he could control everything, but found that in the end he got nothing.

He lost his mother, his lover, and his friends, and was left with only endless loneliness and solitude.

Ying Yuan suddenly felt a palpitation. He covered his chest and his face turned pale.

"Someone come here!" Ying Yuan shouted.

An eunuch hurried in: "Your Majesty, what do you want?"

“Call... call the imperial physician…” Ying Yuan’s voice became weaker and weaker, and he finally fell to the ground.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the palace. A guard ran in in a panic and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! Lao Ai... Lao Ai... has been resurrected!"

The eunuch's sharp voice cut through the tranquility of the Xianyang Palace. The last bit of consciousness before Ying Yuan fell into a coma caught the words "Lao Ai is resurrected", which exploded in his mind like a thunder. He opened his eyes suddenly, and the severe headache made him groan.

"Lao Ai... is resurrected?" Ying Yuan repeated these words with gnashing teeth, his tone filled with disbelief and rage. Lao Ai, the treacherous villain whom he once regarded as his confidant but betrayed him, had an affair with his mother Zhao Ji, and even intended to seize his throne, is actually resurrected? How is this possible!

Ying Yuan struggled to sit up, pushed away the eunuch who came to support him, and shouted angrily: "Call the imperial physician! Immediately! Also, bring the guard who reported the news here!"

The imperial physician arrived quickly and treated Ying Yuan. After a thorough examination, the imperial physician reported tremblingly: "Your Majesty, you are suffering from a mental illness caused by your impatience, coupled with your previous excessive worry, which has led to a loss of both your Qi and blood. You need to rest."

"I don't have time to rest!" Ying Yuan grabbed the imperial physician by the collar and asked sternly, "Have you heard about Lao Ai's resurrection?"

The imperial physician was so frightened that he trembled all over and stammered, "Your Majesty...Your Majesty...Your Majesty has also heard about it...but...but this...this is too unbelievable..."

"Unbelievable?" Ying Yuan sneered and pushed the doctor away. "I also find it unbelievable! Lao Ai was torn to pieces by me, how could he be resurrected? There must be something fishy going on!"

At this time, the guard who reported the news was brought in. He knelt on the ground, trembling all over and said: "Your Majesty... Lao Ai... Lao Ai is really resurrected! I saw it with my own eyes! He... He appeared in front of the Queen Mother... the Queen Mother's tomb..."

The guard's words made Ying Yuan's heart sink. Zhao Ji's tomb? Could it be that Zhao Ji's ghost haunted and resurrected Lao Ai? As soon as this thought came to mind, Ying Yuan denied it. He did not believe in ghosts and gods, he believed that someone must be manipulating all this.

"Go! I want to go and see for myself!" Ying Yuan stood up, resisting the discomfort in his body. Outside the Xianyang Palace, the commander of the imperial guards, Meng Tian, ​​had already assembled a large number of troops, waiting for Ying Yuan's order.

"Meng Tian, ​​follow me to the Queen Mother's tomb!" Ying Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Meng Tian took the order and led the imperial guards to escort Ying Yuan towards Zhao Ji's tomb.

Along the way, the figure of Lao Ai kept appearing in Ying Yuan's mind. Lao Ai's cunning, Lao Ai's insidiousness, Lao Ai's betrayal, scene after scene flashed before his eyes like a movie.

Ying Yuan clenched his fists tighter and tighter, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he felt no pain at all. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill Lao Ai once again and put an end to the trouble forever!
After arriving at Zhao Ji's mausoleum, Ying Yuan saw Lao Ai standing in front of the mausoleum. He was dressed in black, with a pale face and sinister eyes, exactly the same as Lao Ai in his memory, only more sinister and terrifying.

“Lao Ai!” Ying Yuan roared, drew the sword from his waist, and pointed at Lao Ai, “You traitor! How dare you appear before me!”

Lao Ai sneered and said, "Ying Yuan, you didn't expect that I would be back again!"

"Do you think you can scare me by pretending to be a ghost?" Ying Yuan snorted coldly, "I will kill you again today and make sure you will never be reborn!"

"Hahaha..." Lao Ai laughed, "Ying Yuan, you are too naive! Do you think you really understand me? Do you think you can really kill me?"

As soon as Lao Ai finished speaking, a large number of men in black suddenly emerged from the mausoleum and surrounded Ying Yuan and the imperial guards.

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"Oh no! There's an ambush!" Meng Tian shouted and drew his sword to fight.

Ying Yuan was also stunned by this sudden change. He did not expect that Lao Ai had already prepared and set an ambush here.

"Lao Ai, what on earth do you want to do?" Ying Yuan glared at Lao Ai and asked harshly.

Lao Ai showed a sinister smile and said, "Ying Yuan, I will let you have a taste of what it feels like to lose everything! I will make your life worse than death!"

At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled, as if foreshadowing the coming of a bloody storm...

The howling wind blew up the fallen leaves in front of the mausoleum, which were swirling in the air like ghosts. Ying Yuan stared at Lao Ai with a sharp gaze, his heart boiling with anger. He had never expected that this traitor, who was torn to pieces by his own hands, would actually come back to life!
"Lao Ai! I want to see what tricks you are playing!" Ying Yuan's voice was icy cold, as if to freeze Lao Ai into ice.

Lao Ai smiled sinisterly, and a strange aura emanated from his pale face. "Ying Yuan, you can't kill me. I am already immortal!"

"Immortality?" Ying Yuan sneered, "I don't believe there is really a way to live forever in this world! You are just playing tricks!"

Before he finished speaking, the black-clad men surrounding Ying Yuan and the imperial guards surged up like a tide. Meng Tian shouted and led the imperial guards to fight back. Swords flashed, blood flew, and shouts of killing shook the earth.

Ying Yuan's martial arts skills were unparalleled, and his sword flew like a dragon. Wherever he went, the men in black fell to the ground. However, there were so many men in black that they kept falling one after another, fearless of death. Although Ying Yuan was invincible, he gradually felt powerless.

"Your Majesty! These men in black don't seem to be afraid of death, and their wounds..." Meng Tian shouted anxiously while fighting hard. (End of this chapter)