Poverty Alleviation in Qin: A Sky-High Review of "I Am the Female Prime Minister of All Time&qu

In the dark and gloomy secret room, the candlelight flickered wildly in the drafty wind, casting distorted and mottled shadows on the walls.

In abandoned old houses and desolate ancestral halls across the land, the former nobles of the six kingdoms gathered in their own groups, their faces displaying a mixture of emotions—resentment, unwillingness, and fear—making it impossible to discern their true feelings.

"The Qin Dynasty, how could it have lasted for a full thousand years?"

"Relying solely on a woman?"

Someone gritted their teeth and sighed in a low voice: "With just one person, the Qin dynasty extended the tyranny of the First Emperor for another thousand years... To be honest, the Qin people were truly blessed with good fortune."

"In the past, Shang Yang's reforms strengthened the Qin Dynasty, and now Song has also stabilized the empire. What exactly is it about the Ying clan that allows them to possess such extraordinary talents?"

Upon hearing this, a nobleman clenched his fists tightly: "Why? All the world's talented people have come to Qin! Han had Han Fei, yet its state still collapsed. Zhao produced many famous generals, yet it could not escape destruction. Chu was a land of outstanding people, yet it still fell to that tyrant!"

An elderly nobleman beside him interrupted in a deep voice: "It's not that the six states were without talent, but rather that the tyrants were ruthless and the Qin army was so powerful that no one could contend with them back then."

Another person spoke in a muffled voice, full of helplessness: "Not only that, this woman also managed to extend the lifespan of the Great Qin Dynasty by a thousand years."

No one responded after he finished speaking.

Born in the muddy countryside, he rose step by step to become the head of all officials, lived to be 120 years old, and served five emperors. Such a life story sounds like a myth, but just now, the sky was high and the world witnessed it, leaving no room for doubt.

After a moment, someone hesitated and asked, "Now that things have come to this, what should we do?"

After a long silence, a thin figure in the corner moved forward, the flickering candlelight illuminating only half of his face. His tone held a hint of probing: "The tyrant still doesn't know where Song Yezhen is... What if we find her first?"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone turned to look at the person who had spoken.

The man straightened his back and continued, "The tyrant seeks her out to consolidate the Ying dynasty's rule, but if we recruit her and make her stand on our side to serve us, we might be able to seize the opportunity to revive our lost kingdom!"

Upon hearing this, someone immediately raised a question: "Since the Celestial Immortal has already prophesied that this woman single-handedly protected the Qin Dynasty's thousand-year foundation, how could she possibly side with us?"

"The sky only recounts her achievements in bringing peace and prosperity to the country, never mentioning her unwavering loyalty to the Ying royal family." The person in the corner suddenly became resolute. "She shouted 'Long live the people,' but never 'Long live the Qin Dynasty,' which shows that what she cared about was never the emperor's empire, but the people of the world."

"Aren't the people of my six former kingdoms also common folk?"

Good guy.

These words left everyone present speechless.

At first glance, it actually sounds quite plausible...

After a long pause, someone whispered with concern, "What if she insists on refusing to submit?"

"Then we'll cater to her desires: riches, land, supreme power, and lasting fame—whatever she wants, we'll provide."

"If the soft approach doesn't work... then we'll have to resort to other means."

"Tianmu Yan's disciples are all over the world. We can beat the tyrant to the punch and take away this key figure who supports the Qin Dynasty."

The group exchanged glances, and no one voiced any objection.

They are now desperate. The heavens have already shown that the Qin Dynasty will not perish. As long as the Qin Dynasty exists, the former nobles of the six states will never have the chance to restore their countries and rise again.

The only way to survive right now is to take away the woman who single-handedly stabilized the Qin Dynasty.

Cut off the support that the Ying clan relied on.

"Send men ahead to closely monitor the situation in Xianyang." One man tapped his fingertips heavily on the table, his tone resolute. "As soon as the tyrant sends out a search party, follow them immediately, find out their search route, and then act when the opportunity arises!"

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Song was unaware of this either.

In this vast world, some admire her talent, some covet her strength, and some fear her achievements, wanting to take her life.

Countless hidden enemies saw her as the only obstacle to the destruction of the Qin Dynasty and wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

The first thing Ying Zheng did upon returning to the palace was to have all the official registers of each prefecture and county retrieved. On the large imperial desk, dozens of thick bamboo slips were stacked layer upon layer.

Li Si stood to one side, holding his breath and not daring to make the slightest sound.

"Song Ye." The man repeated the name in a low voice, then raised his eyes and ordered, "Thoroughly investigate all registered officials in all counties and prefectures. Anyone with the surname Song, regardless of gender, should be listed in a separate book and submitted."

Li Si bowed and accepted the order, then quickly withdrew to coordinate the manpower to check the household registration.

Not long after, Meng Yi entered the palace with a transcribed list. The list contained more than a dozen people, including Song-surname officials, gentry, and ordinary citizens from various places.

Ying Zheng took the bamboo slips and flipped through them line by line, his fingertips slowly stroking the bamboo pieces.

For no apparent reason, Meng Yi felt a vague sense of unease.

The resumes of everyone on the roster seemed unworthy of the legendary female prime minister of the Heavenly Curtain, but he couldn't find any suspicious points for the time being, so he could only keep quiet and wait for the emperor's instructions.

Ying Zheng gently placed the list on the table, remained silent for a moment, and then looked up at Meng Yi: "Send people to thoroughly investigate the backgrounds and past activities of these dozen or so people. Anyone whose resume is vague or whose whereabouts are suspicious should be reported back to me immediately."

"Your subject obeys the decree." Meng Yi bowed, accepted the order, and turned to leave.

During my journey, a tiny thought kept lingering in my mind, like a fine thorn stuck in my heart.

The Song magistrate of Pei County rose from humble beginnings, devoted himself to agriculture, and developed water conservancy projects. His actions largely overlapped with the biography depicted in the sky.

However, Tianmu clearly stated that Song was a woman, while Lord Song of Pei County was clearly a man.

Thinking of this, Meng Yi shook his head, considering it as overthinking and no longer delving into it.

"Xu Fu was summoned to an audience."

Before long, Xu Fu, dressed in a Taoist robe, quickly entered the hall and bowed in greeting.

Before he could even regain his footing, the emperor asked, "Have you heard of the heavenly curtain descending upon Mount Tai?"

"I have long heard of the strange phenomena in the world."

"In your opinion, alchemist, the appearance of the celestial canopy is a sign that immortals have descended to earth to reveal heavenly secrets?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Fu was instantly drenched in cold sweat, his heart filled with panic.

The strange tales told in the sky were completely untraceable, and no record of them could be found in any ancient books on magic or sorcery, let alone what they actually were.

But the emperor's gaze was burning with conviction; he was already certain that this was an auspicious omen sent down by Heaven.

If he were to admit that he knew nothing, he would only be guilty of the serious crime of deceiving the emperor.

Xu Fu suppressed his fear and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty's achievements are unparalleled throughout history. Your Majesty's sacrifice at Mount Tai to Heaven and Earth has moved Heaven, which is why the celestial canopy descended as an auspicious omen. The woman within the canopy recounts strategies for governing the world for millennia, all of which are Heaven's foreshadowing of the Qin Dynasty's future. This is sufficient proof that Your Majesty's unification of the land is deeply blessed by Heaven!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes shone even brighter, and he went straight to the question that had been nagging at him most: "The Heavenly Curtain says that the Qin Dynasty has lasted for a thousand years. Is the secret to immortality hidden within it?"

Xu Fu clearly understood that the emperor's talk of a thousand-year-old empire was merely a pretext; what he truly desired was immortality.

But the overseas immortal mountains and immortal medicines were just lies he made up out of thin air, and he couldn't produce any real evidence at the moment.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, she could only go along with the man's wishes and keep the lie.

"The heavens signify the longevity of the nation's destiny, which implicitly suggests the existence of the path to immortality in the world."

"I previously petitioned to sail out to find the immortal mountains, precisely to seek the opportunity for Your Majesty to prolong your life. Now that the immortals have descended to earth, I suppose they have come to guide you on this immortal path." After saying this, Xu Fu felt a chill run down his spine, but on the surface he pretended to be profound and did not reveal the slightest flaw.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly: "In that case, we should quickly expedite preparations for the voyage to seek immortality."

Xu Fu bowed and took his leave. As soon as he stepped out of the palace, he immediately raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The cuffs of his wide robe were already soaked through.

He turned to look at the heavy palace gate and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The origin of the sky curtain is unknown, and the identity of that Prime Minister Song is even more unpredictable. The lies he has woven are piling up, and they will become increasingly difficult to cover up in the future.