The First Emperor’s hair had turned half-white, and the graying at his temples added a sense of age. The deep lines etched into his brow and face bore witness to the fact that the Son of Heaven was no longer young. Yet, in this aged version of the First Emperor, there was a sense of world-weariness and solitary coldness that his younger self had lacked.
When he looked up with those pitch-black eyes, they held nothing but a stillness that did not ripple.
The people of Great Qin were stunned at the sight of the First Emperor in this state. General Wang Jian, now over fifty, felt as though half his body was already in the grave; he did not know how many years he had left. Seeing his Majesty in this aged state—even if it were only makeup—was a blessing. He bowed solemnly toward the First Emperor on the Skyscreen, wishing him a smooth and healthy life in this world. After all, the original Majesty had departed far too soon.
Chapter 49