Ying Zheng's hand trembled as he reached out to caress the portrait, a kind of longing not befitting a king reflected in his eyes.
Twenty-one years.
He had found her.
He finally found her.
Originally, he thought his most beloved woman had gone to the Zhao state, far away from Qin.
To find her, Ying Zheng did not hesitate to go to Handan immediately after its capture, hoping to find her.
"Who would have thought..."
"You never left Qin, Shaqiu, what a place Shaqiu County is."
"Hahaha."
After the longing passed.
Ying Zheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.
For the first time.
Ying Zheng laughed with immense joy and happiness.
A portrait.
Ying Zheng felt relieved.
A portrait.
Ying Zheng also understood why his father-in-law never returned to Xianyang and chose to travel instead.
"Father-in-law."
