"Efang."
"I knew you wouldnât oppose."
Ying Zheng held Xia Dongâer tightly, a smile of unprecedented warmth on his face.
In Xianyang, in the Royal Palace.
Regardless of which concubines he faced, Ying Zheng rarely smiled.
To him, those concubines were merely tools to continue the bloodline, to propagate its origins.
They had no chance to gain Ying Zhengâs true affection.
In the harem, the concubines desired the Queenâs position, the sole wifely position of this era, but Ying Zheng was never moved, for none of them were worthy.
Before him stood Xia Dongâer.
Before him stood Efang.
She was not a concubine of King Ying Zheng of Qin, but once a humiliated hostage in Handan City, a childhood friend and a life-sharing companion of Zhao Zheng, even married through the ceremony in Handan.
Xia Dongâerâs status was unmatched by anyone.
"Actually, before I came."
"I really worried it wouldnât be you, worried I might mistake you."
"But when I saw you in that field, my heart was at peace."
"Even though so many years have passed, how could I not recognize you."
"Efang."
"Thank you."
"Thank you for surviving, and even more for blessing me with two children." Ying Zheng held tightly, fearing that if he didnât, he would lose her in the next moment.
Xia Dongâer lifted her head, casting a gentle gaze at the near-at-hand Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng missed her; how could she not miss him.
Xia Dongâer raised her hands, resting them upon Ying Zhengâs face.
"All these years."
"You must be tired." Xia Dongâer spoke softly.
"Compared to your exhaustion, I am nothing."
"Carrying pregnancy alone, traversing thousands of miles, enduring countless hardships to arrive at Shaqiu."
"Raising Fengâer and others by yourself."
"Although I havenât witnessed it, I can imagine the tiredness and hardship."
"Efang."
"Iâm sorry."
"These years should have been me taking care of you, fulfilling my role as a husband and father." Ying Zheng said with remorse.
These words werenât fake, but sincere.
For Xia Dongâer, for Zhao Feng and siblings, he felt guilty.
"Itâs not your fault."
"I never blamed you."
Seeing Ying Zheng full of self-reproach, Xia Dongâer immediately spoke.
Feeling Xia Dongâerâs gentle eyes, Ying Zhengâs remorse deepened.
The concubines in the harem paled in comparison to his Efang; they coveted the Queenâs position, aiming to make their sons the Crown Prince.
But Efang never thought like that.
Throughout the years.
If Efang wished, if she came to Xianyang, he would give anything.
The prestigious position other concubines plotted for was within her reach, yet she didnât want it, nor dared to dream of it.
"Rest assured."
"The matters of the past, I will provide an account."
"For future events, I promise an account." Ying Zheng said with assurance.
"I donât ask you for any account, I only ask for our family to live peacefully."
"Okay?" Xia Dongâer trembled inside, filled with worry, looking at Ying Zheng.
To Ying Zheng, perhaps todayâs Qin has transformed; he commands a million-strong army, different from the past.
But to Xia Dongâer, the bloody scenes of the past, the blood-stained Xianyang City, the blood-soaked Royal Palace, those that pursued her could never be forgotten.
"Back then."
"Who truly initiated the act?"
"On whose orders did Fan Yuqi act?" Ying Zheng asked softly, beneath the calm lay the fury of a king.
Despite the years, investigation yields nothing.
All that is known is that Fan Yuqi was the executor of Efangâs pursuit, yet the one who ordered it remains unknown.
At that time, once the investigation reached that level, all those involved were executed by Ying Zheng, yet he felt the true culprit remained elusive.
Upon hearing Ying Zhengâs inquiry.
Xia Dongâerâs gaze faltered slightly, then she replied, "I donât know."
"Itâs all in the past."
"Brother Zheng, donât overthink."
Ying Zheng shook his head, his eyes revealing killing intent, "It was he who led to our separation for over twenty years, how could I let it go."
"Fan Yuqi, he escaped."
"But one day, I will capture him, make him pay for his past actions."
To this.
Xia Dongâer found herself at a loss for words.
Who the true mastermind was, how could she not know?
But if revealed, how would Brother Zheng bear it?
"By the way, Efang."
"How did you escape Xianyang back then?"
"Was someone secretly assisting you? Do tell me, I will surely repay them." Ying Zheng asked again.
Back then, Xianyang was plunged into chaos.
The Royal Palace was engulfed in slaughter.
A lone woman like Xia Dongâer could scarcely escape.
"It was Zhong Fu."
Xia Dongâer responded.
Upon hearing the name Zhong Fu.
A gleam flashed in Ying Zhengâs eyes, his visage hinted at anticipation.
"It was indeed Zhong Fu."
"Among the court, perhaps only he dared assist me." Ying Zheng said, full of gratitude.
The one person Ying Zheng called Zhong Fu was none other than the former Chancellor of Qin, LĂŒ Buwei.
"Is Zhong Fu well?"
"I heard he was forced to die?"
"Is it true?" Xia Dongâer asked anxiously, looking at Ying Zheng.
After returning to Xianyang back then.
Amongst the courtâs many strategic minds, only LĂŒ Buwei truly cared for her as a junior.