Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

Honglian's once beautiful face was now contorted into a deep, bewildered expression.

Looking at the vial of medicine in her hand, which was bubbling red and looked like lava, and then at Su Ming's sincere face that seemed to say "I'm doing this for your own good," she felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in her throat, unable to be spat out or swallowed.

"You...you call this a strengthening fluid?"

Honglian's voice trembled. Although she practiced poison, she didn't dare to put anything in her mouth! Just smelling this thing made her feel like her nose hairs were about to burn!

"certainly!"

Su Ming said proudly, "This uses the latest 'fire element aggregation technology,' which can instantly ignite the true energy within your body. Although it might hurt a little, it's definitely powerful!"

Before Honglian could recover from this hardcore sales pitch, the princesses from the six kingdoms who had been observing seemed to see an opportunity.

They watched helplessly as Honglian, the "troublemaker," was teased by Su Ming until she lost her temper. Instead, they saw it as a sign—this Grand Tutor, though he had unusual tastes, was at least willing to interact with beautiful women!

As long as there's interaction, there's something to talk about!

"My Lord, Imperial Advisor~"

A sweet, delicate call, like a honey-coated knife, pierced straight into one's ear.

The Snow Maiden of Yan (alternate version) walked up gracefully, carrying an ancient zither. She wore a snow-white dress and walked barefoot on the cold floor, each step feeling like it was treading on a man's heart.

"Sister Honglian has a fiery temper, which may not suit the Imperial Preceptor's taste."

The Snow Maiden's eyes sparkled, and she gently plucked the strings of her zither, producing a clear, resonant sound. "I am but a humble woman, yet I would like to play a piece called 'High Mountains and Flowing Water' for the Imperial Preceptor to alleviate his burden of scientific research."

Without waiting for Su Ming's reply, she raised her hand lightly, and the sound of the zither flowed like the tinkling of a spring, instantly filling the entire hall.

At the same time, the beauty from Wei was not to be outdone. Holding a cup of amber-colored wine, she leaned over with an ethereal grace.

"Grand Preceptor, though the music is beautiful, it needs fine wine to accompany it. This cup of wine is a fine brew that our Wei Kingdom has treasured for a hundred years, named 'Drunken Life, Dreamlike Death.' Would you like to try some?"

Her captivating eyes seemed to electrify, and she deliberately snuggled closer to Su Ming, her rich perfume scent almost overwhelming him.

In an instant, the entire hall became a spider's web.

There were people playing the piano, dancing, offering toasts, and even some offering to massage Su Ming's shoulders and legs...

These princesses and saintesses, who were usually high and mighty, were now going all out to fulfill their great mission of "draining the national advisor," using every trick in the book to try and squeeze Su Ming dry on the spot.

Surrounded by people, Su Ming felt his head was about to explode.

If he had encountered this situation before time travel, he would have bled from his nose for at least two pounds and then shouted, "I can do it!"

But now?

He just found it noisy.

It's noisy!

The scent of perfume on these women, mixed with the lingering stench of corpses, was more intoxicating than a biological weapon!

"Stop! Everyone stop!"

Su Ming abruptly shoved away the Wei beauty who was almost touching his face, then kicked over the Zhao noblewoman who was trying to cling to his leg, and roared:

"Get the hell away from me! I'm a germaphobe!"

That shout cut off the music and left the group of women stunned.

Everyone stared at Su Ming in disbelief.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness?

You're a zombie-making maniac who deals with corpses all day long, and you're telling us you have OCD?

"Everyone, save your energy."

Su Ming patted his wrinkled clothes and looked at the group of beauties who were looking at each other with a cold expression. There was not a trace of desire in his eyes, only a kind of disdain for "unqualified experimental subjects".

"Do you all think that every man is susceptible to being captivated by beauty and will be swayed by your paltry seductive tricks?"

He walked up to the Wei beauty, extended a finger, and lifted her chin.

The beauty from Wei was secretly delighted, thinking he was playing hard to get. She was about to give him a flirtatious wink when she heard Su Ming say coldly:

"Stop throwing them, my eyelids are twitching."

Su Ming released his grip, pointed to his chest, and spoke in a tone so calm it was chilling:

"To tell you the truth, ever since I injected myself with the T-virus for the sake of Qin's scientific research, I have transcended base desires."

"My heart beats only three times per minute. My body temperature remains below ten degrees Celsius year-round. My blood is as thick as solidified asphalt."

"As for hormones?"

Su Ming scoffed, "That stuff is just a bunch of meaningless chemical equations to me. To me, you're no different from a bunch of moving proteins, fats, and calcium tablets."

So, don't bother.

"Trying to use your femininity? You might as well just stab me a couple of times with a knife; that might even make me feel something."

These words are practically the ultimate declaration of a "straight man with a steely heart".

The princesses were completely dumbfounded.

They had considered countless possibilities—the possibility that Su Ming would be greedy, refuse them, or even become violent. But they never imagined he would use such a... such an inhuman reason to reject them!

Is this even human?

This is practically a steel bar devoid of any emotion!

Honglian clutched her chest, feeling utterly humiliated. Her prized charm was no match for this man's? A bunch of chemical equations?

"You...you're lying!"

Honglian gritted her teeth, "If you're so averse to women, then what about the rumors from before? What about Shao Siming and Yu Ji?"

"That's scientific research! That's dedication to art!"

Su Ming retorted confidently, "Shao Siming was helping me research meridians, and Yu Ji was helping me test the condensation system! How can this be compared to your vulgar physical transactions?"

"..."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was rendered speechless by Su Ming's shameless yet logically consistent remarks.

Just then, Ying Zheng, who had been sitting on the high platform watching the show, finally lost his patience.

He had originally hoped these women could entertain Su Ming and maybe even produce a few little zombie babies for him to play with. But after watching for a while, all he saw were fancy moves that were ultimately useless and gave him a headache.

That's enough.

Ying Zheng spoke slowly, his voice low and deep, carrying a chilling aura of death.

"If the Imperial Advisor doesn't like it, then he shouldn't embarrass himself here."

He waved his hand, a hint of impatient killing intent flashing in his green vertical pupils:

"These women are too noisy and too weak; they're too tough even to be food for."

"Minister Su, stop wasting your breath on them. Since they were sent by the six kingdoms, they are my spoils of war. Since you enjoy studying them, you may have them all!"

"Take him back to the alchemy room!"

"Do whatever you want with them! Whether you draw blood or refine corpses, it's up to you! Just don't let them bother me again!"

Ying Zheng's words were tantamount to sentencing these princesses to death.

Take it back to the alchemy room?

What place is that?

That's a place that only corpses and monsters are allowed to enter!

"No!"

"Your Majesty, spare me! Imperial Advisor, spare me!"

The princesses, who had just been posing seductively, were instantly terrified, their faces pale with fright. They knelt on the ground, crying and wailing. The scene was more chaotic than a vegetable market.

Looking at the group of beauties crying their eyes out, Su Ming only felt his head was spinning even more.

"Take it back?"

Su Ming said with a pained expression, "Your Majesty, my alchemy room is already crowded enough. If I cram in so many more people, I won't even have room to turn around!"

"and……"

He glanced at the delicate princesses and felt a pang of worry.

These aren't spoils of war; they're clearly a bunch of troublesome creatures who only know how to eat, only know how to cry, and can't be killed!

"Raising so many people will consume a lot of food!"