Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

He knew then that the gentleman indeed had a way to break the deadlock!

Fusu was initially delighted, but then he was completely bewildered.

But... a guest?

They had only been in Qi capital for less than two days, and already guests wanted to visit them...

Oh! Fusu suddenly realized, no wonder the three young generals Wang Ben, Zhang Han, and Meng Yi left in a hurry after escorting everyone back. It turned out that they went to meet the guests for you!

Upon realizing this, Fusu's eyes sparkled as he looked at Zhou Wenqing, like two glass beads illuminated by candlelight, brimming with admiration and respect for his master.

Before the misunderstanding was cleared up, the gentleman had already planned ahead and laid out a way out for the future—this planning and foresight were just as impressive as his father's!

When will I be able to cultivate a mindset and perspective like Mr. [Name] and keep up with his pace?

Fusu felt a mixture of envy and sigh. His fingers, which were tucked into his sleeve, began to stir again, his fingertips gently brushing against the palm-sized booklet.

Although he didn't know when he would be able to keep up with his teacher's pace, as a disciple, he couldn't miss such a brilliant work. He had to record it carefully and study it repeatedly!

Zhou Wenqing took in the boy's little actions and felt a sense of helplessness.

Is this kid really planning to compile a complete record of his words and deeds?

He's not a saint; every word and action of his has profound meaning. What's the point of recording it?

Don't go through all that trouble to compile a book only to have no one care about it. Wouldn't Fusu and his little ones at home be crying?

Thinking of this, Zhou Wenqing's tone was somewhat amused and exasperated as he urged in a low voice, "Fusu, stop thinking about writing nonsense and go pick up the person first."

"Oh……"

Fusu, stared intently at by his teacher, had no choice but to obediently respond, though inwardly he secretly protested:

I didn't write anything randomly; I was carefully recording the great wisdom of the Master!

Since the invention of paper, it has become fashionable for everyone to compile their own biographies. It is said that even the prime minister secretly set aside an estate specifically to store his own biography, but his own teacher didn't care.

As his disciple, he naturally had to do it for him!

But... never mind.

Fusu removed his fingertips from the booklet; now was indeed not the time to put pen to paper—too hasty!

He only had a small booklet in his arms, how could he possibly remember it all?

The dust must settle tonight. I must cleanse my hands and calm my mind, lay out my pen and ink, and carefully write three large pages to record, word for word, the extraordinary brilliance of the master strategist and foresight displayed today, and cherish and study it well.

Having made up his mind, Fusu walked briskly, cupped his hands slightly, and then turned and left.

Zhou Wenqing watched his figure disappear outside the door, then shook his head helplessly.

He withdrew his gaze, turned around and sat down at the table. He picked up the pottery teapot, first filled himself a cup of tea, then took the empty cup on the other side, filled it to about seven-tenths full, and gently pushed it to the empty space opposite.

Having done all this, Zhou Wenqing glanced up at Yao Jia, who stood alone in the center of the room, a faint smile playing on his lips, his tone relaxed and leisurely:

"Zhongmou, what are you still standing there for? Come and sit down, and try the tea from Qidu. It has a unique flavor."

Yao Jia was still in a daze, as if the problem had been easily solved. Upon hearing this, he subconsciously glanced at the cup of tea on the table.

—The tender buds unfurl, the soup is clear, and the steam rises slowly, creating a peaceful and refreshing atmosphere.

He glanced at Zhou Wenqing again.

The man had already leisurely picked up his teacup, lowered his head and gently blew away the foam, savoring the tea, as if the commotion just moments before had never happened.

Yao Jia's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

So...we're starting to taste tea now?

Ok.

A huge weight lifted from his heart, and he felt a sense of relief. However, his words carried a hint of grievance, as he approached with a mixture of joking and complaint:

"Zicheng! That's so unfair of you!"

"You clearly had something in mind all along, yet you feigned anger and tried to intimidate me, leaving me, Yao, alone in fear and anxiety. How could you bear to do that?"

After saying that, he raised his hand, picked up the teacup, and as if to vent his anger, tilted his head back and drank all the anxiety he had felt along the way down with that sip of tea.

After swallowing the tea, Yao Jia let out a long sigh of relief, then continued to stare intently at Zhou Wenqing.

They acted like victims who had been terribly cheated and were seeking justice.

That scared him to death!

Zhou Wenqing let him stare at her with resentment, her expression remaining calm. Instead, she focused her gaze on the empty teacup in his hand, her eyes clearly showing her dismay.

The gaze was so direct that Yao Jia felt inexplicably guilty and subconsciously raised his hand to pull the empty teacup closer to his chest.

Seeing this, Zhou Wenqing glanced at him sideways, slightly speechless, and slowly spoke:

"I only said one thing from beginning to end: you were just being cowardly and paranoid, scaring yourself unnecessarily. How can you blame Wenqing?"

Hmm? Really?

Yao Jia thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be true.

But Zicheng is even more imposing when he doesn't speak!

He choked on his words, but was unable to refute them. Still preoccupied with more important issues, he simply waved his hand dismissively, saying:

"Okay, okay, I guess I just had a bad mentality. I was worrying unnecessarily, alright?"

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned forward, snatched the teacup from Zhou Wenqing's hand that he was about to drink from, and slammed it back onto the table with a "thud," splashing a few drops of tea and leaving a small water stain on the surface.

"Zicheng, stop teasing us and tell me quickly, who exactly is this guest you were talking about?"

A few drops of tea splashed out, and Zhou Wenqing's brow twitched.

Oh dear, I can't keep you in suspense any longer, someone's getting impatient.

He took out a handkerchief, wiped a drop of tea stain from the back of his hand, and gazed leisurely towards the outside of the hall, deliberately softening his tone:

"He's just an old acquaintance, someone you know well. Have you forgotten him?"

Just then, two footsteps, one light and one heavy, came from outside the door.

"Sir, I have brought Madam Qing with me."