Starting with ten elixirs of immortality, I led the First Emperor to rebel against the Qin Dynasty.

Zhao Gao put on his signature humble smile again and hurriedly gave the order.

"Quickly! Quickly invite Lord Xu Mofu to the reception room!"

A moment later, Xu Mofu, with an ethereal and fairy-like figure, wearing a blue dress and a light veil, entered the reception room.

"Lord Zhao, please forgive me for disturbing you so late at night."

Xu Mofu's voice was cold and ethereal, devoid of any emotion.

"Lord Xu Mofu is too kind. It is an honor for Zhao Gao that you have graced us with your presence."

Zhao Gao bowed deeply, adopting an extremely humble posture.

After the two men sat down as host and guest, Xu Mofu got straight to the point, asking, "I have been away from Xianyang for several months, returning to the Yin-Yang School headquarters. Recently, I have heard that His Majesty has obtained the method of immortality? There are also rumors of a divine object that can produce three thousand catties per mu and a decree for castrating pigs. I wonder if these are true or false?"

Xu Mofu was not surprised at all by the deaths of Xu Fu and the other alchemists; she knew the details of those elixirs better than anyone else.

Zhao Gao sighed inwardly, realizing that they had indeed come to inquire about this matter. He then recounted all the information he knew.

"Lord Xu Mofu is indeed well-informed. To be honest, His Majesty is indeed... not what he used to be. As for the method of immortality, I dare not speak presumptuously, but the changes in His Majesty's body are something I have never seen in the more than twenty years I have served him."

"As for the miraculous creature that yields three thousand catties per mu, it is indeed true. As for the method of castrating pigs, it has now been promoted in Guanzhong by Right Chancellor Feng Quji, and the people praise it highly."

"Oh?"

Xu Mofu frowned.

Zhao Gao continued:

"Lord Xu Mofu, you may not know this, but His Majesty is indeed... not what he used to be. All these changes stem from one place."

"where?"

Zhao Gao lowered his voice and said, "Lantian County."

"Thank you for your clarification, Lord Zhao." Xu Mofu stood up, nodded slightly, and said, "Farewell."

After saying that, she left the Zhao residence just as she had come.

Zhao Gao watched her disappearing figure, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Xu Mofu, don't let me down."

The next day, the sky was bright.

Ying Zheng slept soundly all night. When he stepped out of his room, he saw Zhao Huan already busy in the kitchen.

Simple rice porridge, served with a few refreshing side dishes, and freshly made, golden-brown potato pancakes, exudes an enticing aroma.

"Father, you're awake! Come and try my new potato pancakes!" Zhao Huan greeted Ying Zheng warmly.

Ying Zheng sat down at the stone table, picked up a potato pancake, and took a bite. The outer layer was crispy, the inside soft and chewy, with a subtle salty aroma; the taste was surprisingly good.

"Excellent," Ying Zheng exclaimed sincerely.

Li Si, Meng Tian, ​​and Bai Qi also came over one after another and sat around a table.

Fusu emerged from the room with dark circles under his eyes and a haggard look on his face.

Last night, Zhao Huan kept him up for a long talk for half the night, and he heard a lot of fallacies and heresies. His head is still buzzing.

"Brother, come and eat! After we finish eating, I'll teach you how to 'win people over with virtue'!"

Zhao Huan saw him and said with a grin.

Upon hearing this, Fusu staggered and almost fell.

After finishing breakfast, Ying Zheng wiped his mouth and said, "Huan'er, I must return today. There are still many things waiting for me to attend to."

Zhao Huan knew his father was career-oriented and busy with the rebellion, so he nodded and said, "Alright. Be careful on the road."

With that, he turned and went inside to tidy up.

A short while later, Zhao Huan appeared before Ying Zheng carrying large and small bags.

"Father, take this." Zhao Huan handed a heavy earthenware jar to Ying Zheng. "This contains freshly made hot pot broth, enough for several meals."

"And this too," he handed over a cloth bag, "These are spices for barbecue, cumin and chili powder. You know how to use them."

"Oh, right, and this too." Zhao Huan took out a smaller earthenware jar. "This is the refined salt you wanted. Use it sparingly."

Finally, he placed the somewhat worn curved plow in front of Ying Zheng.

"Take this with you too. Go back and find some skilled craftsmen to make several more based on this design. There are still too few people at the Institute of Geography. Remember, this is our guarantee for future uprisings. We need to make sure all the brothers have enough to eat."

Ying Zheng nodded, thinking to himself that it wasn't just a few; he wanted all the counties and prefectures of the Qin Dynasty to be equipped with curved plows.

"Father, don't overwork yourself when you go back." Zhao Huan dusted off his hands and earnestly advised, "There's no rush for our rebellion. Anyway, the First Emperor can live for another nine years or so, so we have plenty of time to prepare. You must take good care of your health. Don't be like the First Emperor, who worked himself to death for a broken empire. It's not worth it."

Ying Zheng's facial muscles twitched slightly.

It would be even better if this kid didn't mention his own death and rebellion.

Patting Zhao Huan on the shoulder, he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

He paused, glanced at Fusu who seemed lost in thought, and then said, "Your 'language' is quite good. Teach it to your brother more often in the future."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huan perked up, "That's right! Father, don't worry, I will definitely transform my brother into a virtuous and talented gentleman!"

Fusu's body stiffened for a moment, feeling that his future was shrouded in darkness.

Ying Zheng turned to Fusu and said, "Zhao Fan, you will stay here from now on. Remember, you must listen to your brother and Lao Bai in everything you say. Learn what it means to apply your knowledge to practical use of the world, instead of spending all your time holding onto those useless books."

"Yes... Father..." Fusu replied with difficulty.

He no longer dared to refute, fearing that Zhao Huan would give him another shocking "new interpretation of sages".

Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction, took one last look at Zhao Huan, and then led Li Si and Meng Tian out of the courtyard.

After watching his "father" until he could no longer see his back, Zhao Huan turned around, walked up to Fusu with a grin, and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Come on, brother, I'll show you what true 'a gentleman is not a vessel' really means!"

Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng and his entourage returned, weary from their journey.

As soon as they arrived at the palace gate, they saw Zhao Gao and a group of eunuchs already waiting there.

"Welcome back to the palace, Your Majesty!" Zhao Gao greeted him with a beaming smile, his demeanor extremely humble.

Ying Zheng merely glanced at him indifferently and asked, "Is your injury healed?"

"Thanks to Your Majesty's blessings, my injuries have almost healed," Zhao Gao quickly replied, then with great shrewdness, he took the heavy pottery jars from Meng Tian's hands.

"Your Majesty must be tired from your journey. I have already ordered hot water to be prepared for you to bathe and change."

Li Si and Meng Tian felt uncomfortable seeing Zhao Gao's obsequious face, especially Li Si.

The thought that Zhao Huan had said he would be harmed by this eunuch in the future made it hard for him to suppress his murderous intent.

"Your Majesty, we shall take our leave now." Li Si and Meng Tian bowed.

"Go." Ying Zheng waved his hand.

Li Si didn't want to stay a moment longer and turned to leave.

He hurried back to the Prime Minister's residence.

As soon as I entered, I saw a tall, resolute young man wielding a halberd in the courtyard.

His halberd techniques were wide and sweeping, swift and powerful.

This person was his eldest son, Li You.