Summary
I transmigrated to Great Qin.
I said I could extend Qin Shi Huang’s life.
And the First Emperor actually believed me on the spot.
When my oil was spent and my lamp was dying, I asked, “Your Majesty, why did you believe me?”
Ying Zheng held my hand as it slowly grew cold. His gaze passed through me, as if looking toward some distant age.
“You called me the First Emperor. That was how I knew you were someone from later generations.”
“Your people would never harm me. You only want me to live a little longer!”