(From Qin Shi Huang’s perspective)
‘Ah, dearest Shixian, where are you now?’ I sighed inwardly. Even as I projected a cold and strong facade, deep down, my heart was racing for the daughter I had relinquished.
I had to, for her own sake. Even if her dream of the sage was nothing but a fabrication of her young mind, it had served us well. So much so that our empire had grown stronger than ever; if we could survive the coming encounter with the Huns, we would finally have a chance of uniting the empire under one banner, like in the past.
The dream the ancestors had gifted me with was so close within my reach that I wanted nothing more than to grab it…but before I could do that, I would need to ‘survive the long night’, in the words of my daughter.