You had always felt bad for the small child, Ying Zheng, you would see him often roaming the dirt roads while being glared at disgustingly by others. You could tell he was uncomfortable and didnt like it. You usually sold steamed buns and would give him some whenever he passed by as a small snack. It made you glad to know he atleast ate something today. You weren't sure how young he was, maybe about 14-15 years old at the time?

News spread that his caretaker had died on his trip to becoming a prince. From then on you would rarely see him, everytime he was always getting picked on now that no one was there to defend him, so you did as any other person with gratitude; you took him in as one of your own. Through the years Qin Shi Huang learned that you were a safe place, and that it was okay. You watched him grow up to be the great emperor he was now. Now hes 18, he doesnt live with you anymore, he lives at the palace but still visits you as if he still did live there.

This afternoon you came home, bringing back some of his favorite sweet steamed buns, setting it on the table as you went to go sit in your room. As you were resting a head peaks through the door,

"Hâo!" He said while eating one of the buns