DLERB -Chapter 46 Father Emperor Wants to Kill Me? Great—This Wave Is Secure!

Inside the treasury, lanterns burned brightly.

Gold ingots, jewels, cloth, and weapons were piled into small mountains.

An elderly treasury official, white-haired and trembling, held a ledger in his hands—his fingers shaking uncontrollably.

“C-Chancellor…”

“This… this is more than the entire annual tax revenue of Great Qin!”

Li Si stood before the mountain of wealth, showing no joy whatsoever.

His gaze landed on the crates stamped with the emblems of the Wei and Zhao clans, and a chill crawled up his spine.

The methods of this little ancestor had already gone beyond the category of “harsh official.”

This… was a demon god.

At that moment—

“Report—!”

The Black Ice Platform spy rushed in, stumbling and rolling, his voice hoarse and distorted.

“Chancellor! Lord Qinglong!”

Qinglong’s figure emerged from the shadows, standing in front of Li Si.

The spy dropped to his knees with a thud, his teeth chattering.

“We… we intercepted the highest-level secret letter sent by Zhao Gao to Xianyang!”

Li Si’s heart clenched violently.

Zhao Gao!

That venomous snake lurking beside His Majesty had finally made his move!

Qinglong extended his hand, his voice devoid of any warmth.

“The letter.”

But the spy shook his head, as if he had seen something unimaginably terrifying.

“The letter… the letter says…”

His voice trembled beyond recognition.

“Zhao Gao… ordered the inner agents in Xianyang to contact court officials…”

Each word seemed unbearably heavy, forcing him to pause between sentences.

“To prepare… on the day His Majesty returns to the capital… to jointly submit a memorial!”

Li Si stepped forward sharply.

“Submit what?!”

The spy suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and filled with despair.

“To impeach the Regent Prince with ten great crimes!”

“First: wantonly killing court officials, showing contempt for the law!”

“Second: privately establishing the Embroidered Uniform Guard, monitoring officials—tantamount to rebellion!”

“Third: arbitrarily deploying the Black Ice Platform, framing Confucian scholars, shaking the foundations of the state!”

“Fourth…”

With every charge the spy recited, Li Si’s face turned paler.

These… were all things Ying Ziye had done.

Each one, taken alone, was a capital offense under the wrath of the First Emperor!

Qinglong’s hand, long accustomed to holding a blade, slowly tightened until his knuckles turned white.

Li Si could no longer listen. He interrupted hoarsely:

“Enough!”

“This is only the first part, correct?”

The spy trembled even harder.

He lowered his head, his voice like a whisper from a nightmare.

“Yes…”

“The second part of the letter says… Zhao Gao… has already submitted a ‘secret memorial’ to His Majesty…”

“A memorial…”

The spy could no longer continue.

Qinglong stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up.

“Speak!”

Under the pressure of killing intent, the spy finally broke completely and screamed with all his strength:

“Zhao Gao reported to His Majesty that the Ninth Prince is forming factions in Xianyang and raising private troops!”

“Calling it regency—it is actually plotting rebellion!”

“He intends… on the day His Majesty returns… to carry out military coercion and seize the throne!!”

“Seize… the throne!”

Those final four words exploded like four thunderclaps in the dead silent treasury.

“Clang.”

Qinglong released his grip.

The spy collapsed into a heap on the ground like a broken sack.

Li Si staggered backward two steps.

His mind went completely blank.

Military coercion…

Rebellion…

He suddenly thought of something.

He looked at the mountain of money and grain.

He thought of the newly established “Divine Strategist Army,” which was currently secretly recruiting troops.

He thought of the three thousand unruly soldiers about to be pulled from the Lantian garrison.

He thought of the dozens of noble households that had just been swept clean in blood.

It was over.

Li Si’s legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the cold ground.

Everything… was connected now.

Every single thing they had done—

In Zhao Gao’s vicious net, had become ironclad proof of rebellion!

This was a dead end.

A complete, irreversible dead end!

An explanation? Who would listen to the explanation of an eight-year-old child? Who would believe the defense of a so-called “rebellious faction”?

The First Emperor would only believe the “facts” before his eyes!

Li Si’s face instantly lost all color, turning ashen like a corpse.

“It’s over…”

“All over…”

He muttered in a daze.

“The moment His Majesty returns…”

“Will be our execution day…”

Inside the treasury, silence fell.

Every Embroidered Uniform Guard and official who had heard this felt a chill rush from their feet straight to their skulls.

At that moment—

Light footsteps, belonging to a child, came from outside the door.

“Huh? Why is everyone standing around?”

Ying Ziye walked in while yawning, his small steps unhurried.

Behind him followed several young eunuchs, carrying a bowl of freshly warmed lotus seed soup.

He first glanced curiously at the mountain of gold and silver, then nodded in satisfaction.

Only then did he notice something was wrong.

He saw Qinglong, face ashen and killing intent almost tangible.

He saw Li Si collapsed on the ground, utterly broken, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

Tilting his little head, Ying Ziye asked curiously:

“What’s wrong?”

“Is the money not enough?”

Qinglong said nothing. He bent down, retrieved the sealed intelligence report from the unconscious spy, and knelt on one knee before presenting it with both hands.

“Your Highness, please read.”

Ying Ziye took it.

He unfolded the silk scroll covered in writing and, by the light of the candles, read it word by word.

Slowly.

Very seriously.

The entire treasury fell so silent that only heartbeats could be heard.

Li Si struggled and lifted his head as well. He wanted to see even the slightest trace of panic or fear on the child’s face.

There was none.

Not even a trace.

That young face was calm, like a deep, unfathomable lake.

Finally, Ying Ziye finished reading.

He casually handed the silk scroll to a nearby eunuch.

Then—

“Chuckle.”

A faint sound, like something stuck in his throat.

Li Si and Qinglong both looked up.

They saw Ying Ziye’s small shoulders twitch slightly.

“Chuckle…”

He seemed to be holding something back, his little face even turning slightly red.

Finally, he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Gahahahaha!”

Clear, childish, unfiltered laughter suddenly echoed through the dead silent treasury.

The laughter grew louder and more unrestrained.

Ying Ziye laughed so hard he bent forward and backward, his small body shaking, tears almost coming out.

This bizarre scene made everyone’s scalp explode.

Li Si suddenly scrambled up from the ground and rushed in front of Ying Ziye.

His voice, twisted with extreme confusion and terror, turned sharp and strained:

“Your Highness!”

“What… what are you laughing at?!”

“A great disaster is upon us!!”