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

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

The remaining bailiffs, holding wooden sticks, looked at their leader lying on the ground screaming in agony, and then at Zhao Huan, who remained expressionless. For a moment, they dared not step forward.

Kong Fu and his disciples were also astonished.

They never expected that this seemingly ordinary young man would be so ruthless!

"Rebellion! Rebellion! How dare they attack an official in the street!" Kong Fu was so angry his beard trembled. "What are you all standing there for! Attack him! Seize him! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"

With Kong Fu's assurance, the constables exchanged glances, mustered their courage once more, and charged forward with shouts.

Zhao Huan snorted coldly and advanced instead of retreating.

His figure moved like a ghost, rushing into the crowd.

Several muffled thuds were heard, followed by a few screams.

In the blink of an eye, the constables were lying sprawled on the ground, clutching their arms or legs and groaning in pain.

Zhao Huan held the wooden stick he had seized in his hand, weighed it lightly, and then looked at Kong Fu and his disciples.

"What...what do you want to do?" one of Kong Fu's disciples shouted, blustering but trembling. "I warn you, my teacher is a descendant of Confucius, a great Confucian scholar of our time! If you dare to lay a finger on a hair on our heads, all Confucian scholars in the world will unite against him!"

Zhao Huan seemed not to hear, and carrying the wooden stick, he walked towards them step by step.

Fusu was extremely anxious as he watched Zhao Huan prepare to kill someone. Although he was utterly disappointed in Kong Fu, he did not want to see blood splattered on the spot.

But he couldn't reveal his identity to Zhao Huan!

Just then.

"stop!"

A powerful, angry shout came from outside the crowd.

Zhao Huan paused.

The crowd turned to look and saw a middle-aged official in a brocade robe, with an extraordinary air about him, walking briskly, surrounded by a group of guards.

Feng Quji's feelings at this moment could be described as a mixture of surprise and relief.

Ever since His Majesty brought back potatoes and hot pot from Lantian County, he has taken a liking to this place.

He specifically focused on Lantian County when promoting the method of castrating pigs and supervising the manufacture of curved-shaft plows.

He hoped to bump into "Huan'er," the man His Majesty had mentioned, here.

I didn't get to see it when they were promoting the method of castrating pigs last time, but I never expected to see it in this way today.

He spotted Fusu in the crowd at a glance.

Upon seeing the imposing young man beside Fusu, wielding a wooden stick, Feng Quji understood.

This must be His Majesty's "Huan'er"!

However, the current situation is not very good.

Feng Quji's mind raced. Even under these circumstances, Prince Fusu had not revealed his identity, which must have been arranged by His Majesty. He could not reveal it to Prince Huan.

He strode to the center of the arena, first glancing at the groaning constable on the ground, his brow furrowed. Then, his gaze swept over Zhao Huan and Kong Fu, and he asked in a deep voice, "What happened? Why are you fighting in the street and disturbing the people?"

When Kong Fu saw Feng Quji, he was first taken aback, then recognized him.

He had met Feng Quji once many years ago.

He spoke first, pointing arrogantly at Zhao Huan and Fusu.

"Prime Minister Feng, you've come at the perfect time! These two scoundrels insulted me without cause, then attacked an official in the street and injured a high-ranking court official! They have no regard for the law and are tantamount to traitors! I urge Prime Minister Feng to arrest them immediately and bring them to justice!"

Kong Fu's tone was not like stating facts, but rather like ordering Feng Quji to do something.

Feng Quji frowned deeply upon hearing this, his impression of Kong Fu plummeting to the lowest point.

Ignoring Kong Fu, he turned his gaze to the constable whose leg had been broken and spoke in a cold voice.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Despite the excruciating pain, the head constable dared not conceal anything and recounted the entire incident in detail.

From Kong Fu's mocking remarks about Qu Yuanli, to Fusu's confrontation, to Fusu's vomiting, and Kong Fu's order to arrest him, all the details were recounted.

After hearing this, Feng Quji's face darkened.

His dissatisfaction with Kong Fu reached its peak.

The curved plow was a national treasure that His Majesty personally demonstrated in the court and ordered to be promoted. It is related to the very foundation of Qin's food supply!

How dare you, a Confucian scholar, openly slander it as a "strange and wicked scheme"?

This is no longer a simple verbal dispute; it is an open defiance of His Majesty's national policy!

Feng Quji's sharp gaze fell upon the constables, and he coldly shouted, "You scoundrels! Whose salary do you receive? The salary of the Great Qin! Whose orders do you obey? The laws of the Great Qin!"

"What right does a mere commoner like him have to order you to arrest people? And you just obediently follow his orders? Is the law of Qin just a piece of paper in your eyes?!"

The bailiffs were so scolded that they dared not raise their heads, feeling both fear and regret.

Feng Quji then turned to Kong Fu, his tone filled with undisguised rebuke.

"Mr. Kong Fu, you've crossed the line."

Kong Fu's face flushed red, yet he stubbornly argued, "I am a descendant of a sage; it is my duty to educate the people! What is wrong with speaking out against such bizarre and cunning schemes that are bewitching people? These two insulted me first; what is wrong with the government arresting them?"

"What wrong have you done!" Feng Quji laughed angrily. "Just for openly slandering His Majesty's policies and for overstepping your bounds by arbitrarily ordering officials to act, I can arrest you and bring you to justice right now!"

Kong Fu was speechless for a long time after being choked by Feng Quji's words.

He never expected that a dignified Right Chancellor would show such disrespect to him, a descendant of Confucius, for the sake of two country bumpkins.

Looking into Feng Quji's cold eyes, he knew the other party was not joking.

Staying any longer will only bring shame upon yourself.

"Hmph! This brat is not worth discussing anything with!"

Kong Fu, exasperated, uttered a polite remark, glared fiercely at Zhao Huan and Fusu, and led his disciples out of the crowd, slinking away in disgrace.

The turmoil subsided.

Feng Quji then turned to Zhao Huan, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

He carefully examined Zhao Huan and nodded inwardly.

With a calm demeanor and sharp eyes, he showed no fear even in front of the Right Chancellor; he was indeed no ordinary person.

"Young man, you are brave and resourceful, a true hero. However, you must remain calm in the future and avoid acting impulsively."

These words were both a suggestion and a gesture of goodwill.

Looking at the official in front of him who handled things cleanly and efficiently and had even helped him out of a predicament, Zhao Huan felt a sense of goodwill towards him.

"Thank you for helping me out of that predicament, sir."

"It was nothing," Feng Quji smiled and introduced himself, "I am Feng Quji, the Right Chancellor of this dynasty. I happened to be in Lantian today to inspect agricultural affairs, and I never expected to encounter such a thing."

He made a point of revealing his identity and purpose to reassure Zhao Huan and Fusu.

Fusu nodded slightly to Feng Quji, but did not speak, still in a state of collapse.

Zhao Huan was somewhat surprised, never expecting that the seemingly amiable middle-aged man before him was actually the famous Feng Quji from history.