Shihuangdi was standing in front of his palace, facing the crowd gathered before gathered below. Finally, he had achieved his goal. He had become the emperor of the seven warring countries. Today, he would celebrate his victory and crowning ceremony. Behind him stood his advisors and a few of his concubines. But the place right next to him, the place of his empress, was still empty. Shihuangdi sighed. Would he ever have the one person to make him happy? Maybe he should mingle with the people?
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