It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 540: Tricky Tactics
At the Xianyang Winery, a servant brought a soybean oil lamp, which illuminated the other person's blue eyes.

There was food on the table, but Lu Ze didn't touch it at all.

"Mr. Chen and I are both from Wei, and we once served together as officials in Nanzheng County. I agree with every word you say, but now we serve different masters, and I cannot follow your words."

Lu Ze was silent for a long time, then said this very unfamiliar sentence.

Chen Ping recalled the days when they were both in Nanzheng County. Back then, he had arrived in plain clothes and was ostracized by his peers. Lü Ze, the county lieutenant, had recommended him to the county supervisor, Li Xian, out of friendship as a fellow townsman. And then… he was able to show his face to the princess.

Lu Ze believed that Zhao Jia was not murdered by Ying Hehua, but he refused to hand over the most important files.

"His Highness asked me to tell you that I hope you can do this for Zhao Jia's sake."

Lu Ze interrupted him, "What if I hand it over? What if I don't?"

Chen Ping asked, "Mu'an, how long do you think you can keep this secret?"

"What?" Chen Ping called him by his courtesy name in a dignified manner, causing Lu Ze to pause.

Chen Ping looked at him calmly and repeated, "Mu An."

His secret was hidden in those deep eyes.

Lu Ze's alarm bells rang.

Mu'an. Mu'an. No one knew better than Lu Ze himself how this courtesy name came about.

Lu Ze's father had a distant uncle who was doing business abroad.

The fact that his younger brother Shi Zhineng could become Mo Yuan's disciple in Zhongnan Mountain was also closely related to one person.

Lü Buwei was a taboo topic in the Qin State.

By then, Lü Buwei had already had one foot in the grave. Nearing death, he rekindled some of his merchant habits, gathering his clan members for a banquet and a dance. He stopped a younger man who had traveled from afar, then stared at his two-year-old son, rambling nonsensically, "Wen. My lord, I see you have the makings of a great general... Now that you've chosen a name, I'll take the initiative and give him a courtesy name, okay?"

Lü Wen was a village chief in the State of Wei who loved fortune-telling. He had never seen such a grand spectacle before, so he immediately kowtowed and said, "I am honored to receive your letter and await your reward."

Lü Buwei stared at Lü Ze with his eyes downcast, as if looking through him at someone else. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. "Shepherds keep to their true heart and find peace. Hahaha, let's call him Mu An."

Frosty wind blew in through the window.

Chen Ping said nothing more, but placed a prepared document on the table. The seal was pressed with red clay, the seal of Yong'an.

Then he stood up and said, "Princess, you know that Lord Li saved your nephew, and you are very grateful to him. There are many secrets in the court, and not all of them can be made public. Your Highness still hopes that you can think about it carefully."

The lamp flickered, and only then did Lü Ze see clearly the food and wine on the table: a magnificent stack of cups surrounding a dish of ordinary pickled vegetables.

This is the salt-pickled Amaranth, which is unique to Wei.

No matter how good something is, it can’t compare to this pickled vegetable from my hometown.

Lu Ze's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed. He grabbed the bamboo tube from the table and unscrewed it with trembling hands.

After reading the letter, he realized that his guesses were all true - it was a strategy from the beginning to the end, a strategy by Chen Ping to split Li Si and his son.

Zhao Jia's death was just a change in Chen Ping's plan.

Ying Hehua felt extremely guilty and went to jail to harm himself in order to make his conscience feel better.

Lu Ze smiled deeply, "His Highness Yong'an now has the support of Lord Yuan, and is even better than before."

Once upon a time.

Chen Ping paused.

He thought of that elegant and celestial being and scoffed, "I have many schemes, which are forbidden by Taoism."

Lü Ze agreed with Lü Buwei. Ever since he had monitored Zhang Liang at the Jingxing camp, he had vaguely sensed that Zhang Liang was a natural-born general, but would be helpless against incompetent strategists. Little did he know that people like Chen Ping and Zhang Liang were rare indeed, throughout history.

Lu Ze was a man who remembered favors. "...Sir, your plan is truly brilliant. Please make it easier for Lord Li in prison."

Chen Ping felt that Lu Ze really underestimated their leader.

The princess came up with such a humiliating and humiliating plan just to protect herself from him...

"The princess will do her best to maintain the appearance of harmony with Lord Li."

The lamp oil was almost burnt out. Lu Ze stopped Chen Ping from lighting up again. He took a deep breath and asked, "Can I see Heng Cheng?"

Chen Ping turned his head slightly and said, "If everything goes well, we'll be outside Handan City in seven days."

After saying that, the lights went out, and in the darkness and silence, Chen Ping watched Lu Ze leave.

The sky is gray, but there is a bright white.

Before snow falls in Xianyang, it is never as fast as in the north, nor as slow as in Chu and Yue. It always takes several days of heavy rain to cool the air before a heavy snow can be seen.

The frost and dew were heavy, but the voice of the person who spoke was not the least bit chill.

"It's time for Young Master Jia to finish."

Just as the carriage curtain was about to be lowered by the servant, Chen Ping said, "...Zifang, you really don't want to talk to me anymore?"

"It's not good to involve innocent people."

Chen Ping paused.

He was conceited and scheming, and this time with Ying Hehua's approval, he got the opportunity to play chess.

Few people in the world can understand it.

But Zhang Liang saw through him.

Zhao Jia shouldn't have died.

But his death could be used to his advantage. He didn't care about the process of the scheme, he only cared about the result.

When talking about Zhao Jia, a hint of guilt flashed across Chen Ping's brows.

But Lü Ze had once spied on Zhang Liang in Jingxing and even snatched Li Zuoche from him. How could he not care at all?

"Why not get involved?" Chen Ping asked. "Lü Ze is a descendant of Lü Buwei, did you know that? ... Lü Buwei, that man is a legend, and it seems Your Highness has been obsessed with him for a long time. Zifang, if it weren't for the King of Han's pressure and Li Jianjian's intervention, you would have a seat at court. No, with your talent, within three years, you would have pushed Li Si aside and taken the position of Prime Minister."

Zhang Liang looked at him.

Strange things.

When Chen Ping got anxious, he seemed to be about to jump up and down. After all these years, the tone of his voice seemed familiar to her.
He talks a lot.

Chen Ping continued, "The officials in Xianyang knew Ping Ping was already a disciple of the princess, and many believed that I was promoted by the princess and that I followed her lead. But they were wrong. I was summoned from Wei by Li Xian. Li Xian only needs to produce the records of the 21st year of the Qin King to prove that you and I had other motives when we went to Wei. I have no reason to refute the princess."

Chen Ping, also for Ying Hehua's sake, began to plead, "Zifang. Why don't you come back and help His Highness in person?"

Zhang Liang didn't say anything. He was also behind the curtain. Chen Ping couldn't even see his expression through the curtain.

He thought, "Regarding the Shangdang incident, Li Xian knew that Lü Ze had something that could stir up trouble, but he didn't send anyone to watch him, and he even let Lü Ze come to Mount Li."

Zhang Liang's eyes darkened, "Perhaps, Li Xian went to the prison not for the purpose of going to Han, but did it on purpose."

He felt a long-lost chill.