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

Time flew by, and the group arrived outside Xianyang City.

The majestic and magnificent ancient city of Xianyang stands tall between heaven and earth, with its endless high walls made of blue bricks and towering city gates, showcasing the grandeur of the imperial capital.

Upon seeing the procession from afar, the soldiers guarding the city immediately lined up and stood at attention, quickly pushing open the heavy city gates to welcome the procession into the city.

The procession of exquisitely lacquered black carriages moved slowly forward, smoothly entering and exiting the city gate.

The soldiers guarding both sides of the city and the guards stationed along the street secretly raised their eyes, their gazes all falling on the main carriage in the center, their expressions full of intense curiosity.

When the heavens descended upon the world, who did not know the great name of Prime Minister Song?

Today we finally get to see him in person, and everyone can't help but wonder what kind of handsome and dashing Prime Minister Song, who amazed the Qin Dynasty, really is.

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood drifted on the wind and slowly entered everyone's nostrils.

The soldiers were slightly taken aback and subconsciously looked down. They saw scattered dark red bloodstains on the bluestone pavement, spreading intermittently along the wheel tracks into the city, clearly visible.

The group looked at each other, their minds filled with bewilderment.

Could it be that something went wrong on the journey and someone got injured?

Meanwhile, inside the carriage at the rear of the procession, a completely different and vibrant scene unfolded.

Grandpa Liu and his mother lifted the carriage curtain, leaned out halfway, and gazed intently at the city of Xianyang before them, their eyes filled with amazement.

"So this is the capital city of Xianyang! It is indeed magnificent, far surpassing the small town of Pei County!" Liu's mother exclaimed repeatedly.

Liu Taigong nodded repeatedly, gazing at the wide and orderly long street, with officials and soldiers coming and going in an orderly manner, unable to look away for a long time.

Liu Bang, leaning against the carriage wall, was equally amazed.

Having lived in a secluded corner of Pei County in the past, I had never seen such a magnificent place.

Cao sat quietly beside him, gently stroking his slightly protruding belly, her eyes filled with endless tenderness.

The days that followed were anything but peaceful...

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At the same time, at Xianyang Palace.

The eunuch rushed into the hall and announced loudly, "Your Majesty! Good news! Minister Meng has entered the city!"

Upon hearing this, the gloom that had been weighing on Ying Zheng's brow for days dissipated. He had no heart to deal with the memorials anymore. He rose and strode out of his throne, his expression relaxed, his tone filled with undisguised pleasure: "Good! Excellent!"

"I wish to personally meet with Minister Song!"

This short sentence perfectly illustrates the emperor's high regard and favoritism towards Song Ye.

The palace eunuchs all bowed and followed.

Zhao Gao, the chief of the imperial carriage office who served the emperor, followed closely behind, secretly cursing: Xu Fu is a complete waste!

They actually managed to get Song Ye into Xianyang unharmed!

As the First Emperor and his entourage moved to the steps of the Xianyang Palace, Song Ye's carriages and horses happened to stop in front of the palace gate.

The long street is vast, and the palace walls are majestic.

The towering jade steps, reaching into the clouds, accentuated the majesty of the entire imperial city.

The First Emperor stood atop the highest imperial platform, his deep eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze piercing through the crowd, instantly locking onto the figure slowly walking towards the front of the procession.

Surrounded by the crowd, the woman stood tall and graceful, with an air of composure. She looked extremely young, no more than twenty years old.

Ying Zheng wondered: What was he doing when he was twenty?

The young King of Qin, a figurehead and patient ruler, was a figurehead, confined to the deep palace.

While learning the art of imperial power, he silently awaited the opportunity to assume personal rule, waiting for the day when he could purge the powerful ministers and take sole control of the Qin Dynasty.

As his thoughts drifted, Song approached.

She raised her eyes and looked at the emperor who stood high on the imperial steps.

A breeze swept through the palace, fluttering the sleeves of the two figures, and the bustling palace gates fell silent instantly.

Eyes facing each other.

Just as the sky said.

This is a gaze powerful enough to change the fate of the Qin Dynasty.

This was also a glimpse into the future that influenced the fate of the First Emperor.

After traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, the emperor and his subject were finally able to meet.

After a brief silence, Meng Yi stepped forward first, bowed, and said, "Your subject has been fortunate to fulfill his mission; I pay my respects to Your Majesty!"

The guards following closely behind bowed in unison: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

On the other side, Liu Bang and his entourage, who were facing the Qin emperor for the first time, had already put aside their relaxed demeanor from the casual conversations along the way, and knelt down to pay their respects with solemn expressions.

Liu Bang had never seen the emperor up close in his life. Standing before the majestic palace, facing the First Emperor who looked down upon him, he couldn't help but feel uneasy and awe. However, he also remembered Song Ye's advice along the way and dared not overstep his bounds in the slightest.

Grandpa Liu and his mother were extremely reserved. Having lived their entire lives as ordinary people in the countryside, they were so nervous about meeting the Emperor of Qin that they dared not even breathe.

Xiao He, Cao Can, and others were well-versed in the rules of accompanying officials and knew how to handle things appropriately.

The group was very courteous.

On the imperial steps, Ying Zheng glanced indifferently at the crowd below, paying no attention to their restraint, his mind focused entirely on Song Ye standing in front of him.

Amidst the bowed heads of the masses, Zhao Gao, who had remained silent until now, fixed his gaze on Song Ye, who stood firm and refused to kneel. Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to launch an attack, he suddenly took half a step forward and shouted sternly, "How dare you!"

"Officials, commoners, and accompanying soldiers all kneel and bow before His Majesty. Why does Lord Song not kneel before His Majesty?!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Yi, who was bowing and kneeling, and the imperial guards' expressions changed slightly. They subconsciously raised their eyes and looked to the side, their hearts tightening inwardly.

Liu Bang and his entourage were on tenterhooks, not daring to utter a sound.

All eyes in the room instantly focused on Song Ye.

Faced with Zhao Gao's aggressive questioning, Song also glanced at him.

This must be Zhao Gao.

Tsk, how despicable.

The First Emperor hadn't said anything yet, so why did he jump out and bark like a dog?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ying Zheng raised his hand and waved it lightly: "I hereby grant that Minister Song will no longer be required to perform the kneeling ceremony."

A single sentence resounded throughout the entire palace gate.

After he finished speaking, Zhao Gao's face turned pale and then red, unable to accept it.

Shangqing Meng Yi looked up in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Having served the First Emperor for many years, he knew best the strict etiquette and hierarchical order of the Qin Dynasty. From the highest officials to the lowest civil and military officials, no one could transgress the rule of kneeling before the emperor.

Throughout the entire Qin Dynasty, from ancient times to the present, apart from ancestors and close relatives, no one else has received such an extraordinary honor.

No need to kneel before the emperor, thus exempting the emperor and his subjects from the grand kowtow!

This unique favor is enough to overwhelm all the civil and military officials in the court; it is unparalleled in the world.

The people kneeling in the arena, including Liu Bang, were deeply moved, and they realized even more clearly the unique importance of their leader in the First Emperor's heart.

Just as everyone's emotions were churning.

Song bowed slightly at the opportune moment, saying neither servilely nor arrogantly, "Your Majesty, I thank you for your great kindness."

At this point, Song, along with his Pei County team, officially entered the power center of Xianyang.

This is where they began, and it will also be where they ultimately find their place.