It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 603 [New Year's Day] Gathering Around the Fire and Drinking Wine (Happy New Year!)
Time flies so fast.

Before we knew it, it was 2026.

This is a small courtyard that wasn't exactly quiet at 8:30 pm on January 1st.

The lid of the steaming jar gurgled and bubbled. A thin layer of green foam rose to the surface, easily dispersed with a spoon.

Many of them watched everything with great interest, occasionally uttering exclamations of admiration.

Night had fallen, and those remaining were all 'difficult to deal with' people...

Wei Liao and Fan Zeng drank about ten cups of low-alcohol wine, still wanting more. They insisted that they must try the glass bottles on the wine rack this night.

“This liquor is very strong; you can’t drink it,” Tang Zhipei said.

"Heh, Brother Moyuan, you really underestimate me." Wei Liao glanced around and pointed at Lü Ze and Zhao Jia in front of the Chinese screen. "Is it that His Highness is reluctant to part with the good things, yet willing to use them to entertain the people of the six kingdoms?"

……

“There is no Your Highness here, nor is there the Qin state or the other six states,” I said.

"In short, I'm going back to file a complaint," Wei Liao persisted.

I couldn't be bothered with him. I rolled up my sleeves, wrapped the earthenware jar in a cotton cloth, and poured the wine into it. "Then go back and complain. By the way, nobody goes there now. My grandpa's upstairs with them watching a movie, '1949,' it's starting soon, why don't you..."

But he pretended not to hear, saying, "What I haven't seen with my own eyes is all an illusion, so I won't look. ... I especially want to tell Dunruo and Chunyu Yue that the young prince simply doesn't listen to the elders and is still so stubborn."

Dunruo and Chunyu Yue couldn't stand the light pollution of modern society. As soon as night fell, they complained of eye pain and decided to rest first.

I have mixed feelings about Chunyu Yue. But Dun Ruo… I deeply feel that his departure at that time was inextricably linked to me. Li Xian had a deep relationship with him, and in a sense, his ability to manage the secret service of the four prefectures was inseparable from his guidance. And during the Republic of China era, most of the intelligence work he did for the new China was actually based on the methods he learned from Dun Ruo.

Anyway, this is Dunruo's first time in the modern world, and I care a lot about his opinion.

Fan Zeng leaned closer and said, "Liaozi is right. If Your Highness continues to keep this a secret, I will not let my three disciples, nor my student, know how to use your teleportation portal."

He was referring to Jing Ke, Lu Heng, and Yan Yue, and also to Xiang Yu, who was about ten years old.

"I don't think Xiaoyu will listen to you."

Following my gaze, Fan Zeng should have seen the scene outside the window. Xiang Yu and Li Zuoche were having a firecracker-setting contest with Han Xin's son in the courtyard. Han Xin's son was acting as the referee, saying they would see who could throw the firecracker the farthest…

I won't listen to him.

Fan Zeng seemed to be hurt by my words, and stiffly tugged at the corners of his mouth.

I thought I had said something I shouldn't have, and I was about to comfort him when Fan Zeng's words instantly made the atmosphere tense among the three people outside.

He pushed open the window, stuck his head out, and, not caring that the wind was blowing his beard across his face, shouted, "It doesn't matter who wins or loses, it's all just a matter of exploding and making a noise. In the end, the guy surnamed Han will definitely have more than you guys."

……

Sure enough, Wei Liao and Fan Zeng were always stirring up trouble wherever they went...

I think it would be more harmonious if we could shut them up, so let's just let these two 'old geezers' experience the power of vodka.

Before my hand could even touch the dark green, flat-necked bottle, my waist was suddenly tightened as I was hugged by two small hands. Meng Ye looked up and asked, "Auntie, will you come with me to see the little stars?"

I asked, puzzled, "Didn't we already see that?"

"The little star is different."

I squatted down, thinking that the child didn't understand modern terms. She had just been held by Yuanman, who was holding cold sparklers, also called starlight sticks.

"Do you still want to set off fireworks? I need to go look for them,"

Meng Ye hugged me and shook my arm. "Uncle said he wants to watch the stars with Auntie."

"Isn't your uncle watching '1949' upstairs?"

“He’s not Ye’er’s biological uncle.” When Meng Ye dragged me away, he hadn’t even had time to give Wei Liao the vodka in his hand.

I had no choice but to toss the magnetic card for the liquor cabinet to Lü Ze and instruct them, "Please keep an eye on them. There's a big difference between those liquors and rice wine. Find them something with a slightly lower alcohol content."

Lü Ze responded.

Zhao Jia opened a bottle of brandy, added an ice ball to a glass, and handed it to me.

"I've been drinking the little princess's wine for many years now, would you like to try this one I brought from outside?"

The first half of the sentence is slightly bitter... After he passed away, I often asked someone to place wine at his grave without fail, until...

After a long while, I smiled and said, "Uncle is the best. I'm in for a treat now."

"Dan brought you a lot of records, so you'll have a treat for your ears."

"It's a pity that the record player is at my grandfather's house..."

"Xiao Zhi is a blessed person; she can listen to this anytime."

Zhao Jia walked to the window, where a silk ribbon held the curtains in place from the middle. Warm yellow light shone through the folds of the curtains from the wall, enveloping him.

Foam snowflakes that weren't removed during Christmas were still stuck to the glass window.

Meng Ye shook my sleeve, urging me to go outside quickly, but she couldn't help but look back.

When she saw Zhao Jia, she was visibly stunned.

“Auntie, I heard my mother say that when I was very, very young, I used to cry at night. I stopped crying later because a General Zhao would tell me many stories.” She pursed her lips. “Is General Zhao him?” I saw Zhao Jia gently shake his head.

Memories are generally a heavy burden for people; the more you have, the heavier they become, turning from light to cumbersome.

For example, snowflakes will turn into hail if the weather is too cold and the moisture content is too high.

I ruffled her hair and said softly, "Auntie doesn't know anything about what happened when Xiao Ye was little."

Meng Ye turned his head, but quickly looked over, glanced at it, then glanced at it again, and nodded thoughtfully.

The outside temperature was much lower, but it was very lively, just like the scene at Zhilan Palace back then.

Chen Ping is different now that he's become prime minister; his generosity is astounding.

I simply told him that we were celebrating the New Year and needed some fabric to build a tent, and he immediately brought fifty bolts of silk to sponsor us... Of course, he had some ulterior motives, and he wanted to get Zhang Liang's measurements from me. But he was a really interesting person. When I refused, he bluntly said that they hadn't seen each other for many years and he just wanted to "please" his brother Zifang.

He doesn't usually do things the way things should, and even though he says this, he still tries to use Xiao He as a shield.

"Prime Minister Xiao said that Zifang is our Zifang, and His Highness the Crown Prince is waiting for him to make his move. I think, yes. We can't let you Qin people, especially His Highness, keep monopolizing him. You see, I've brought Prime Minister Xiao with me, so you can ask him."

……

Before this, I had never met Xiao He. It would be absurd for anyone to hear Chen Ping say such things.

"How about Your Highness lends Zifang to our Han Dynasty for two days? Just two days will suffice." Although Xiao He was a middle-aged man, his words were refined and courteous, highlighting the shamelessness of the other man…

Chen Ping didn't think he was shameless; on the contrary, his style had long influenced me.

"If I give it to them, several people upstairs will be unhappy."

I sighed. "There are a lot of people here who won't let you take him back, at least not today."

"...Isn't Your Highness fortunate enough to have Inspector Li?"

These words made it seem as if I was about to have a banner with the words "debauchery" stuck to my head.

I could only laugh awkwardly and let it go.

"Lord Li has long since publicly proposed to Your Highness. Everyone in our dynasty knows this."

He did ask me that many times.

In the Qin Dynasty, in the Republic of China, and in modern times.

In countless life-or-death situations, in countless cycles of reincarnation.

But it is not in the past, not in history.

I firmly believe in this.

Where did you hear that from?

Xiao He took out a copy of the Book of Han from his bosom, saying, "It is recorded here, here, and here."

……

Before I could even look, I saw Xiao He freeze, speechless.

I forgot something so important.

Han Xin is here.

The moon is like this, yet it is not cold; Xiao He gazes at it under the moon.

Aying, puzzled, pulled her husband aside. "That person is so strange. He's been staring at you for so long. Should I go ask Azhi who he is?"

"Never mind," Han Xin said.

It's really interesting to read other people's stories.

For a moment I forgot what I had promised Meng Ye about watching fireworks and stars. I got so engrossed in watching that I took a couple of sips of the wine in my hand.

That's vodka.

With a whoosh, several streaks of light suddenly rose into the night sky, clusters of them, their iridescent spots reflected in the glass window.

There are indeed many stars.

I bumped into someone unexpectedly.

"you,?"

He paused for a moment, wiped the blackening from his face caused by real gunfire, and without saying a word, pulled me close, holding me in his arms as he always had.

"Xu Zhi".

"finally found you."

“Your grandfather didn’t lie to me.”

What I fear most is when the air suddenly goes quiet, because then I can hear my own heartbeat.

That sounded like snow melting.