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

"Wasting food?"

Ying Zheng seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world; a domineering sneer appeared on his stiff, ashen face.

He casually pulled a luminous pearl, still warm from his sleeve, and tossed it to Su Ming like a pebble, his tone revealing the arrogance of a nouveau riche:

"I possess the entire world and rule the land; why would I lack such meager provisions?"

"Furthermore, from now on, our Great Qin will not only grow crops on the ground, but also in the sky! We'll even raid other worlds!"

Ying Zheng waved his hand, directly interrupting Su Ming's lament of poverty. His green eyes were filled with an unquestionable, autocratic authority.

"That's settled then!"

"The Imperial Advisor has worked tirelessly day and night, dedicating himself to the great cause of Qin's 'Ascension.' I see it all and it pains me deeply. These dozens... whether they are princesses or saintesses, they are all yours!"

"Take her back! Whether she's used as a maid, an experimental subject, or... cough cough, for procreation, it's all up to the Imperial Advisor!"

Su Ming held the enormous luminous pearl, looking at Ying Zheng's expression that said, "I am very sensible, I spoil you very much," and his lips twitched wildly.

Is this supposed to be a reward?

This is clearly like planting a bunch of time bombs in the lab!

But looking at the menacing Black Iron Warriors around him, and then at Ying Zheng's slightly impatient gaze, Su Ming knew that he had to accept this "blessing" today.

"Alright."

Su Ming sighed, tucked the luminous pearl into his pocket, and glanced again at the group of tearful beauties below the stage.

Since we can't return it, we can only make use of it.

"Although they are all pampered vases, they still have some cultivation."

Su Ming stroked his chin, his eyes gradually sharpening, the professional gaze of an engineer evaluating raw materials. "Red Lotus is fiery, so she can be in charge of controlling the temperature of the corpse refining furnace; Snow Maiden is cold, so she can go to the ice cellar to watch over Yu Ji; as for that zither player... she's fast-handed, so she'll be in charge of drilling holes for the data recorder in the future."

"Hmm, thinking about it that way, it doesn't seem like such a bad deal."

Having figured this out, the disdain on Su Ming's face vanished instantly, replaced by a warm smile befitting a "capitalist."

"Everyone, please stop crying."

Su Ming clapped his hands and shouted to the audience, "Since His Majesty has decreed, from today onwards, you are all... interns of my 'Great Qin Royal Biological Research Institute'."

"Pack your things and come with me."

The princesses in the audience stopped crying at this point.

They exchanged a glance, and although tears still clung to their faces, a hint of secret joy flashed deep in their eyes.

Men, they're all big pigs.

Saying no with your mouth, but your body doesn't really mean it?

What "intern"? What "dislikes women"? Those are all just excuses! They still took us all in, didn't they?

"Hmph, putting on airs."

Honglian wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, puffed out her proud chest, and sneered inwardly, "When we're somewhere secluded, this princess will see if your 'heart of stone' can really stay hard!"

Once you enter the alchemy room, it's like entering the Spider Cave.

With so many stunning beauties constantly in front of him, he's sure he can win over this evil Taoist priest!

……

The former site of the Epang Palace is now known as the "First Biochemical Base of the Qin Dynasty".

The once magnificent palace complex has been completely transformed. Towering chimneys, thick copper pipes, and huge culture tanks belching green smoke are everywhere. The air is filled with a strange smell of sulfur and disinfectant, making it as eerie as a giant morgue.

"We've arrived. This will be your dormitory from now on."

Su Ming led a group of princesses, dressed in their finest attire but shivering from the cold, to a huge side hall.

He kicked the door open.

"ah--!!!"

The next second, a scream ten times more piercing than the one that had just been heard in the court nearly ripped the roof off the main hall.

In the empty hall, there were no brocade couches, no curtains, and no dressing table.

Instead, there were rows upon rows of neat, jet-black...

coffin.

These coffins were not made of wood, but of black iron, with strange runes engraved on their surfaces. Several transparent tubes were connected to the lids, through which green nutrient solution flowed, making a "gurgling" sound.

Next to the coffin, there were even thoughtful signs that looked like tombstones, with numbers written on them.

"This is...our bed?"

The Snow Woman's usually aloof and composed demeanor completely crumbled. Pointing at the coffins, her fingers trembled as if she had Parkinson's disease. "You...you want us to sleep in coffins?!"

"What coffin? That sounds awful!"

Su Ming, with an expression that said "you guys have never seen the world," walked over and patted the lid of a coffin, making a dull metallic sound.

"This is called the 'Hyperbaric Oxygen Chamber - Corpse Gas Nourishing Version'!"

"This is a studio apartment I specially built for you, combining the mechanical arts of the Mohist school with the secret techniques of the Corpse Dao!"

Su Ming began his sales pitch with a serious expression:

"Lying inside, you'll find it warm in winter and cool in summer, and you can automatically absorb the essence of heaven and earth. The nutrient solution in those tubes is all top-quality beauty and skin-nourishing ingredients; you'll look ten years younger after just one night's sleep! Most importantly, the soundproofing is excellent; no matter how much you shout inside, no one outside can hear you."

"How about it? Isn't it very user-friendly?"

The princesses: "..."

Humanized?

This is practically "ghostly"!

Looking into the dark, gaping interior of the coffin, Honglian felt a chill run from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. She had imagined countless places to sleep in her life, but she never imagined she would be lying in this thing while she was still alive!

"I'm not sleeping! I'd rather die than sleep!"

A timid princess from Wei completely broke down, turning to run away, shouting, "I want to go home! I don't want this marriage alliance! This guy is insane! A freak!"

"run?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow and snapped his fingers.

"Clang!"

The iron gates of the main hall slammed shut, completely blocking any escape routes.

"Once you've entered my door, you're mine."

Su Ming's smile vanished, replaced by the cold indifference of a mad scientist. "The contract is signed (the decree has been issued), how can there be any reason to breach it?"

"Listen up, all of you!"

"This is a laboratory, not a harem! No one is allowed to leave without my permission! Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be turned into a real zombie and made to lie in a coffin for as long as they want!"

"Now, everyone, enter the cabin according to your assigned number! Immediately! Right now!"

These pampered princesses had never seen anything like this before.

Under Su Ming's oppressive aura, comparable to that of the King of Hell, they were terrified and could only cry as they shakily crawled into those eerie and terrifying iron coffins.

With a series of "click" sounds as the locks clicked shut, the hall finally fell silent.

All that remained were rows of coffins flashing green lights and Su Ming's satisfied sigh.

"That's right, neat and tidy, isn't it beautiful?"

Su Ming clapped his hands, feeling as if the whole world had become peaceful.

This is exactly the kind of "harem" he wanted—quiet, obedient, and able to provide data; it's perfect!

however.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave to study tonight's topic.

A chilling killing intent suddenly came from behind.

The temperature in the main hall plummeted, and several emerald green leaves appeared out of thin air, spinning rapidly around Su Ming's neck, making a chilling whooshing sound.

Su Ming froze, and the hairs on his neck stood on end.

He slowly turned around.

In the shadows of the main hall, a graceful figure in purple appeared out of nowhere.

Shao Siming crossed her arms and leaned quietly against the pillar.

She was still veiled, so her expression was not visible, but her pale purple eyes were now churning with a kind of anger and coldness that felt as if her territory had been violated.

She looked at the coffins filling the room, then at Su Ming, and the hand seal in her hand glowed slightly.

Su Ming swallowed hard, inwardly exclaiming:

Oh no, the empress... no, the bodyguard is angry.