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

Xu Fu bowed and left Zhangtai Palace.

The evening breeze outside the palace was slightly cool, making his sweaty clothes feel cold, and his mind was in turmoil and depression.

Just as I stepped out of the palace path and turned the corner, a soft, feminine voice sounded from behind me.

"Master Xu, stay."

Zhao Gao slowly emerged from the shadows of the corridor, his face still displaying a humble and respectful demeanor. He dismissed the attendants around him and spoke with great concern: "Lord Xu has been working tirelessly for years, single-mindedly seeking immortality for His Majesty. I have always known in my heart that your loyalty is beyond question and you have never harbored the slightest intention to deceive the emperor."

He changed the subject slightly and sighed softly, "It's just that His Majesty now believes too much in what the heavens say and values ​​Lord Song, who is about to enter Xian, so he is inevitably blinded by false prophecies, which is a shame for Lord Xu's good intentions..."

These words, spoken on behalf of Xu Fu, instantly struck a chord with the man's pent-up resentment.

Zhao Gao's gaze darkened slightly, and he casually offered a gentle reminder: "Speaking of which, that Lord Song is currently on his way to Xianyang. The journey is long, the mountains are high and the waters are treacherous, and there are many unpredictable events along the way."

Xu Fu was suddenly startled, carefully considering these words.

A sinister and insane thought silently took root in his heart and spread rampantly.

The journey is fraught with danger and the weather is unpredictable.

If it's such a coincidence, this person died on the way to Xianyang...

If Song also dies, the prophecy of the heavens will have no one to verify it or rely on, and His Majesty's doubts will dissipate, thus preserving his immortal path, future, and life.

Thinking of this, Xu Fu lowered his eyes to conceal his overwhelming murderous intent, his face remaining calm as he plotted a silent and unexpected turn of events along the way.

Zhao Gao stood to the side, quietly observing the man's dark and ever-changing expression. A faint, almost imperceptible, sinister smile played on his lips, and his tone sounded entirely in favor of Xu Fu:

"Life is unpredictable, and the future is uncertain. Lord Xu is now in a dilemma and in a dangerous situation. He should make plans for himself as soon as possible and not sit idly by and wait for his death."

"I will forever remember Lord Zhao's guidance and kindness today. If Lord Zhao ever needs me in the future, please just ask. I will do my best to help you!" Xu Fu said solemnly, cupping his hands in greeting.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gao quickly stepped forward to offer a helping hand, his expression humble and harmless: "Lord Xu, you flatter me. We are both serving His Majesty, and it is only right that we look after each other and be considerate of one another."

The two exchanged a glance, their understanding unspoken.

We arrived at a riverside town.

Meng Yi ordered everyone to rest for the night. The group got off the carriage one after another and went to an inn on the street to rest.

Liu Ji was the first to jump down, but his legs buckled when he landed, and he almost knelt on the threshold. He grimaced and stood up, clutching the cart shaft, complaining furiously, "My goodness, this lousy road is so bumpy, my butt feels like it's not even mine anymore!"

Xiao He stepped down from behind, glanced at him expressionlessly, and said, "That's perfect, saves you from being restless all the time."

Just as Liu Ji was about to retort, he saw Zhang Liang being led off the carriage behind by Fan Kuai, his hands still bound, his face deathly pale.

Liu Ji chuckled at the sight, forgetting his earlier complaints, and leaned over to wink at Zhang Liang: "Hey, Comrade Xiao San, you're something else, even the adults don't forget to take you with them when they go to Xianyang, you really have a lot of influence."

Zhang Liang ignored him and turned his head away.

In a corner of the inn's lobby, several men dressed in coarse linen clothes, seemingly ordinary farmers, appeared to be drinking tea and chatting, but their eyes were always fixed on Song Ye's figure.

After seeing Song Ye turn around and go up to the second floor, entering the innermost guest room, the group exchanged a subtle glance and pretended nothing had happened.

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore, I have to sleep like a log tonight."

"Cherish it while we can, it'll be quite a while before we reach Xianyang."

"I'm exhausted! My butt feels so stiff."

"Liu Ji, can't you speak a little more politely?"

"Oh, what's the difference? How else can I explain it?"

"..."

After the group went upstairs, the men leisurely got up, dusted themselves off, and gathered around the counter.

The leader slapped half a string of coins on the counter and said in a hoarse voice, "Manager, please open a guest room."

The shopkeeper looked down at counting the money, then looked up and paused, sizing up the five burly men in front of him. He couldn't help but ask, "Gentlemen, are you only booking one room? Our rooms are spacious; for an extra fee, we can open several more rooms, and you'll be more comfortable."

The leader waved his hand dismissively, saying, "No need, one room is enough."

Seeing their resolute attitude, the shopkeeper didn't try to persuade them further. He took the key and handed it over, watching the group climb the stairs to the second floor. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What strange people, a bunch of grown men sharing a room... don't they find it cramped?"

The group tiptoed into the next room, closed the door behind them, pressed themselves against the wooden partition, held their breath, and listened intently.

The next room was unusually quiet; Song must have already gone to bed.

Everyone straightened up, looked at each other, and their faces were solemn and hesitant.

Having observed them along the way, they had already figured out the skills of the accompanying guards, especially the burly man with sharp eyes. His ruthless appearance of killing his companion that night and leaving with his head was still etched in their minds, and the thought of it still made them shudder.

A thin, small man lowered his voice and said urgently, "We can't force it! That burly man outside is terrifyingly fierce; even if all of us were tied together, we couldn't beat him! We have to find a reason to distract them before we can make a move!"

The other immediately retorted, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Get them out of there? It's not that easy! These people are sticking to us like glue, heavily guarded! I think we should just sneak in and raid them while everyone's asleep, get it over with quickly, and then get out of there!"

"Are you crazy! If we act rashly and cause a commotion, none of us will escape!"

"Then tell me your plan to get rid of them! Anyone can talk the talk, walk the walk!"

The two argued more and more fiercely, their voices were very low but they were full of anger, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and they clenched their fists and almost tore each other apart on the spot.

The others also stood on opposite sides, arguing incessantly, and the room was in complete chaos.

Zhao Fan, the leader, frowned deeply and hissed, "Enough! Shut up!"

The argument suddenly stopped.

"A direct confrontation or a forced entry is suicide. We need to act silently and without leaving a trace. Let's find an opportunity to go next door..."

After hearing this well-thought-out and sound plan, the group's eyes lit up, and their faces showed genuine admiration.

"The boss really came up with a brilliant plan! This method is absolutely flawless!"

"As expected of our leader, he's much smarter than us. We've got this in the bag!"

"Boss, you're awesome! With this plan, we don't need to be afraid of those guards at all!"

Zhao Fan raised his hand to signal his men to be quiet. "Choose the right moment to act, and don't make the slightest mistake."

Upon hearing this, the group quickly nodded in agreement and lay in wait for orders.