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

The next day, just as dawn broke and the morning mist drifted over the town's streets, the group packed their belongings and set off on time.

The five men, including Zhao Fan, who were subdued last night, had bruises all over their faces. They were now tightly bound together with thick hemp ropes and squeezed onto the empty board at the back of the carriage, unable to move an inch.

Yesterday, while traveling, Zhang Liang was still firmly tied to this spot, after all, they used to be good colleagues.

Although they were closely guarded, they at least left some room for maneuver and did not treat them harshly.

But now that it's Zhao Fan and his group of assassins, the treatment is completely different; they are simply placed anywhere without any pity.

They don't receive any human treatment whatsoever.

The wooden planks were bumpy and rough, and the five people were crammed together, struggling to even lift their heads and catch their breath. If they moved even slightly, the guards standing by would give them a cold warning. They suffered terribly all the way and were miserable.

In stark contrast to the miserable and disheveled scene behind them, the atmosphere inside the main carriage was peaceful.

As they set off, Song specially invited Lü Zhi onto his carriage, intending to give her some extra help during the journey.

Empress Lü was intelligent, meticulous, and had a keen eye for detail, but she kept her talents hidden and never showed off her abilities.

Song observed all of this and had his own considerations.

She has always cherished talent and has never hesitated to cultivate capable people.

Lü Zhi is a rare talent with great potential. Rather than letting her stand by and watch, it would be better to cultivate her personally and mold her into one of my most reliable and capable right-hand women.

The carriage wheels rolled smoothly forward.

During his leisure time on the journey, Song also offered his advice on the balance of power and the weighing of the pros and cons of public opinion. His advice was not only relevant to the current situation, but also a practical guide to life and politics from his previous life.

Empress Lü listened very quickly and understood immediately.

With a little thought, they can grasp the essentials; their occasional questions are always to the point, demonstrating a level of understanding far beyond that of ordinary people.

The car traveled smoothly but bumpily all the way.

After a moment of contemplation, Lü Zhi finally couldn't suppress her long-held doubts and asked the most pointed question: "My lord, I've always had a question. Now that the Great Qin has unified the world, the various schools of thought have gradually faded away, but Confucianism remains the most controversial."

"I wonder what your opinion is on the various schools of thought, and especially on Confucianism?"

This problem is a dilemma that all officials and scholars in the country cannot avoid, and it is also the root cause of the endless disputes among Confucian officials such as Fusu and Chunyu Yue.

I had assumed that the Song dynasty would also uphold the law and suppress Confucianism, or promote rites and music and favor Confucianism and Taoism.

Song Ye, however, directly transcended the worldly notion of black and white, saying, "Among the various schools of thought in the world, there is no absolute superiority or inferiority, right or wrong. Whether it is Confucianism, Legalism, Taoism, or Mohism, in the final analysis, it all comes down to the person who uses it."

Empress Lü was slightly taken aback, and listened attentively to what followed.

Looking out the car window at the passing scenery, Song said calmly, "The so-called doctrines are those where people have upright hearts and broad perspectives, and all schools of thought can help the world and bring peace. But if people have selfish hearts and narrow visions, even the most virtuous and wise doctrines will become an excuse for seeking personal gain and power."

Entering the world as a Confucian scholar, one dares to take responsibility.

Transcending the world is the way, avoiding internal conflict.

Cultivating the mind leads to liberation and freedom from suffering.

Governance should be based on law, and bottom lines should be upheld.

Game theory is like warfare; the key is to break the deadlock.

Use whichever one works best.

Use whichever one is easy to use and works.

Since they are all schools of thought, they must be useful under certain conditions.

Just like Zhang Liang, as recorded in later historical books, who helped Emperor Gaozu of Han conquer the world, he should have become the prime minister, right?

But he chose to retire and follow Chisongzi to cultivate Taoism.

When asked why, Zhang Liang replied, "To retire after achieving one's goals is the way of Heaven."

By not competing or fighting, and by going with the flow, they ultimately preserved themselves.

These remarks transcended factional conflicts, were neither biased towards Legalism nor denigrated Confucianism, and demonstrated a grand vision, completely overturning Empress Lü's previous understanding.

But Song was thinking:

What a wise strategist!

If Zhang Liang hadn't stayed to work for her, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life!

At the same time, on a deserted road on the outskirts of the town.

As Zhang Liang was running headlong, he suddenly felt an itch on the tip of his nose and let out a loud sneeze.

"Achoo!"

Suddenly, Zhang Liang felt a chill run down his spine.

"...?"

Several more days of travel have passed in the blink of an eye.

The group traveled to a deserted road in the countryside and were ambushed again.

This group of assassins was even more ferocious and ruthless than the former nobles of the six kingdoms, with each move deadly and their teamwork impeccable, clearly indicating that they were professionally trained assassins.

Fortunately, Meng Yi was on guard, and the guards reacted quickly, resulting in a brief but fierce battle.

All the assassins were killed, with none escaping, but the entourage was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Corpses dressed in black lay scattered along the roadside, their blood staining the yellow earth, the stench of blood permeating the air.

Meng Yi stood before the pile of corpses, his long sword hanging to the ground, his brows furrowed, his face ashen and extremely ugly, his chest filled with suppressed rage and confusion.

After days of traveling, one problem after another arose.

Who is it?!

The remnants of the six states, harboring old grudges and waiting for an opportunity to rebel, repeatedly attempted assassination.

But the group in front of them was well-trained and decisive, far superior to any scattered remnants.

Two assassination attempts, each with a different motive, left even the composed Meng Yi feeling anxious.

He simply couldn't understand which force was willing to expend manpower and death squads to be determined to kill him.

Just as the atmosphere in the room became heavy and oppressive, Liu Ji appeared out of nowhere, looking like he was enjoying the drama, and leaned close to Song Ye, clicking his tongue in amazement:

"My lord, it seems there are countless people in this world who want your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao reached out and pinched his side hard.

Damn it, what's wrong with this deadbeat shutting up?!

Of all times, I had to pick this moment to be so sarcastic!

A sharp pain shot through Liu Ji, who grimaced in agony and immediately dropped his playful grin.

Song Ye stared calmly at the corpses scattered on the ground.

The former nobles of the six states, political rivals at court, and resentful vested interests...

Since the appearance of the Heavenly Curtain, there have always been many who want to get rid of Song Ye as soon as possible.

But it's okay.

Those people are making her unhappy now.

When she gets to Xianyang, she'll make everyone suffer.

Just as everyone was immersed in the oppressive atmosphere of frequent assassinations, the originally clear and cloudless sky slowly unfolded.

It soared above heaven and earth, instantly enveloping the entire desolate countryside.

The next second, the clear sky shifted with light and shadow, the scene suddenly changed, and a familiar figure appeared before everyone in the world.

Sweetie smiled broadly at the camera, her voice clear and lively: 【Hello~ everyone.】

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