"Your Majesty!"
Li Si's figure emerged from the dark shadows behind, bowing respectfully. Though his clay-like face was expressionless, his eyes betrayed undisguised worry. He spoke up with trepidation.
"Your Majesty! As long as there are green hills, one need not worry about firewood. In my humble opinion, Your Majesty should consider activating the Twelve Golden Men Formation, using a million-strong army as the foundation to initiate it. Summon the killing gods, Bai Qi, Meng Tian, Wang Jian, and Zhang Han to guard the formation's core and seal the tomb..."
"Too late, he is already here! Besides, why should I, a solitary monarch, fear a battle?"
Qin Shi Huang spoke in a calm tone, rising slowly from the bronze chariot. His sharp gaze seemed as if it could penetrate the crypt, directly viewing the scene outside the imperial mausoleum.
