Ying Zheng, the first emperor of the Qin Dynasty!

Chapter 42: South Korea surrenders, national fortunes soar, and changes occur in the World Tree
That night, Mrs. Mingzhu, who returned to the palace, used illusions to confuse Han Wangan, which infinitely amplified his fear of Qin.

After that, she used incense to soothe his mind, so that King Han slept peacefully for a whole day and did not wake up until the next morning.

Not long after Han Wangan woke up, bad news came.

"Your Majesty, the general sent someone to report that the Qin army came to persuade the king to surrender and also brought..."

In Madam Mingzhu's bedroom, Han Wangan was eating. Hearing the hesitant report from the chamberlain, he raised his head impatiently.

"What else did you bring?"

"I also brought the heads of the envoys who went on a mission to various countries half a month ago."

After gritting his teeth, the chamberlain finished speaking and immediately fell to the ground in front of King Han, not daring to raise his head.

"what?"

When Han Wangan heard this, he felt dizzy, and intense fear instantly overwhelmed his soul.

If all the envoys are dead, does that mean that reinforcements from other countries will not be able to come?
"It's over. South Korea is really going to be over, and so are we..."

Han Wangan was at a loss, feeling that the way forward was hopeless, and the shadow of death was gradually approaching him.

"Your Majesty, without further delay, let's convene the officials as soon as possible for discussion."

Next to her, Mrs. Mingzhu, who was wearing a purple dress, spoke to persuade.

"Yes, quickly...call all civil and military officials to come to the palace to discuss matters."

Han Wangan came to his senses and quickly gave orders to the chamberlain in front of him.

Then, without caring about anything else, he put the rice bowl in his hand on the table and left the palace.

"South Korea is dead..."

In front of the bedroom, Mrs. Mingzhu looked at the back of Han Wangan who left in a panic and murmured.

Then, she dismissed the palace maids and chamberlains serving around the palace and closed the palace door.

……

Soon, the civil and military officials who received the order from King An of Han came to the palace one after another to attend the court meeting.

In the court hall, five sealed heads were placed in the main hall, with a look of despair remaining on their faces.

When people saw it, they couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts.

"Dead, all dead..."

Han Wangan looked at the heads of the five envoys, his hopes were completely shattered, and he lay paralyzed on the throne with dull eyes.

Below, Prime Minister Zhang Kaidi and Fourth Young Master Han Yu couldn't help but remain silent.

At this moment, all hopes are shattered. Is South Korea's 200-year-old foundation really about to collapse?

On the other side, General Ji Wuye came out and raised his hand to Han Wangan:
"Your Majesty, the Qin army has sent envoys to persuade them to surrender. The result will be within a day."

"The Qin army promised that if the king surrenders voluntarily, he can retain the ancestral hall of the past dynasties and enjoy wealth and honor for the rest of his life in Xianyang City."

"If you remain stubborn, when the city of Xinzheng is destroyed, you will slaughter all the clan members, starting with the king, and no one will be left alive."

"Please, your Majesty makes your choice..."

As he spoke, Ji Wuye prostrated himself before Han Wangan, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"No one will be left alive, starting from me?"

On the throne, Han Wangan was immediately excited when he heard the words, and a strong fear could not be suppressed in his heart.

The shadow of death was getting closer and closer. Looking at the five heads in the hall, Han Wangan seemed to see his own end.

"Then... surrender."

The fear in his heart drove Han Wangan to make a decision.

His arm waved down feebly. Since South Korea's demise was already destined, why not protect himself?

It is better to enjoy wealth and honor for a lifetime than to die.

Han Wangan kept giving himself hints in his heart.

"Kings……"

Below, the Prime Minister opened his hands and wanted to persuade him, but when he saw Han Wangan with a fearful face and no resistance, he opened his mouth but was speechless.

"No need to say more, general, go and reply to the Qin army outside the city. I...will surrender."

Han Wangan waved his hand and ordered to Ji Wuye.

"Yes, Wei Chen takes orders."

Ji Wuye bowed his hands to Han Wangan and stepped back.

"My lords, please follow me out of the city..."

Now that he decided to surrender, Han Wangan no longer hesitated.

Immediately, he ordered someone to take out the royal seal, hold it in his palm, and lead the civil and military officials to the outside of Xinzheng City. …

Qin State, Xianyang Palace, Lanchi Palace.

Just when Han Wangan surrendered to the Qin army.

"boom……"

Endless stars came from the direction of South Korea and merged into the national destiny of Great Qin that was suppressed by the World Tree.

Then, it was fed back to Ying Zheng.

At this moment, Ying Zheng felt an invisible force pouring down from the void, and was absorbed by the Emperor's Divine Fetus.

"Yan..."

Suddenly, the black dragon of national destiny flew out of Ying Zheng's body and spread its teeth and claws in the void, seemingly undergoing transformation.

"Is this... the power of national destiny?"

"The increase is so fast. Could it be that there are results in South Korea?"

Ying Zheng felt the emperor's divine fetus growing again in his body, and he suddenly understood in his heart that the war in South Korea had come to an end.

"Yan..."

Suddenly, the black dragon of national destiny roared up to the sky, and Ying Zheng's consciousness merged with it unconsciously, and he saw a different scene.

Mountains, deep valleys, plains, rivers, cities, villages, ant-like figures, orderly farmland...

Following the sight of the National Fortune Black Dragon, Ying Zheng's consciousness seemed to be above the nine heavens, overlooking the Great Qin from a high position.

He saw Xianyang, saw Yongcheng, saw Hangu Pass...

Shangdang, Dongjun, Wusui, and even Nanyang, Xinzheng...

In his eyes, the territory of Da Qin could be seen at a glance.

"And it seems there's more to it than that?"

As he thought, in the Lanchi Palace, Ying Zheng's figure jumped up and came to the Black Dragon of National Destiny.

"Yan..."

The Black Dragon of National Destiny let out a long roar and immediately took Ying Zheng straight up to the nine heavens.

"The Black Dragon of National Destiny is formed by the power of Great Qin's National Destiny. Therefore, as long as we are within the territory of Great Qin, we can come and go as we please?"

Feeling the strong wind blowing against his face from the sky, Ying Zheng was extremely excited.

Before in front of Xianyang City, although he could fly in the air, he couldn't fly for a long time.

Things are different now. After the transformation of the National Games Black Dragon, flying is no longer a problem for him.

"The sky..."

Looking up at the sky, Ying Zheng's heart moved, and he immediately controlled the black dragon of national destiny and continued to fly upward.

200 meters, 300 meters...

"Ok?"

Ying Zheng discovered that as the altitude climbed, the black dragon's speed gradually decreased, and its solid body gradually became illusory.

It seems that the connection with the national destiny of Great Qin is gradually weakening.

After reaching more than 500 meters, this feeling becomes clearer.

In the dark, a sense of danger emerged in Ying Zheng's heart, which seemed to be a warning to him from the black dragon of national destiny.

"800 meters..."

Finally, the National Games Black Dragon brought Ying Zheng to an altitude of 800 meters. At this time, the Black Dragon's body was extremely illusory.

It seemed like it would fall apart at any moment.

"Is it only here?"

Ying Zheng whispered, overlooking the outline of the land below. At this moment, Xianyang City was already visible to him.

"Let's go back."

With thoughts in his mind, Ying Zheng rode the Black Dragon of National Fortune, swooped down, and returned to Lanchi Palace.

"Buzz..."

Just when Ying Zheng landed, the World Tree rooted in the void suddenly began to sway.

On two of the branches, there was suddenly a faint fluctuation of time and space, which gradually became stronger as time went by.

"This is……"

Ying Zheng's eyes froze for a moment, he walked to the World Tree and stared at it.

(End of this chapter)