I will make Qin Shi Huang immortal in the Great Qin Dynasty.

Qin Tian suddenly grinned.

That smile was so radiant that it was completely out of character for the "national advisor" who was supposed to know all the secrets of the universe.

It's like a young person in their early twenties finally getting off work.

"Brother Zheng, have you forgotten something?"

Ying Zheng paused slightly, his brows furrowing as he rapidly replayed in his mind every word he had uttered since entering the main hall that day.

Qiyuan Hall has spoken, the population has spoken, and geniuses have spoken.

Is there anything else? All the important things have been said.

"What is it?" Ying Zheng asked.

Qin Tian's smile widened, his eyes sparkling.

"About the maids."

Ying Zheng remained silent for a moment.

He remembered what Qin Tian had said that day.

It wasn't the phrase "want a maid" itself that bothered him, but rather Qin Tian's expression when he said it—that wink, that "Brother Zheng, you know what I mean" look in his eyes.

He had seen many people reveal all sorts of desires in front of him, but no one dared to express such desires so openly and without concealment in front of him.

It wasn't because they lacked desire, but because they feared him.

In their eyes, he was a tyrant, a tiger, an unapproachable and aloof First Emperor.

No one dares to be themselves in front of him; everyone is acting, everyone is pretending.

Only Qin Tian doesn't act or pretend.

But he had to admit that Qin Tian's frankness made him feel a long-lost sense of ease.

When he was with Qin Tian, ​​he didn't need to put on airs like an emperor, didn't need to guess what the other person meant, and didn't need to be wary of whether the other person was plotting against him behind his back.

Qin Tian is Qin Tian; he says what he wants and does what he wants.

"I will make arrangements immediately."

Ying Zheng's voice regained its imperial composure. He turned his head and his gaze fell on Meng Yi.

Meng Yi stood quietly in the hall, like a sword standing in a corner, waiting for its master's summons at any time.

"Minister Meng, arrange a residence for the Imperial Preceptor in Xianyang City. It should be spacious, quiet, and be befitting of the Imperial Preceptor's status."

Meng Yi bowed deeply to accept the order, his voice steady and powerful: "Yes, sir."

Ying Zheng paused, seemingly pondering something, and then added after a moment: "Eight maids, selected from the palace, must be dignified, clever, and well-mannered. Four guards, selected from the Imperial Physician, must be loyal."

Eight maids and four guards.

Meng Yi listened to Ying Zheng's words: the eight maids to be selected from the palace were enough to show how much His Majesty valued the Grand Preceptor.

The Imperial Guard Commander was responsible for guarding the imperial palace and was the most elite, reliable, and loyal military force around His Majesty.

Meng Yi sighed inwardly.

He had never seen such a level of importance placed on His Majesty by anyone else.

Qin Tian's eyes lit up again. He had thought that three or four would be good enough, but he didn't expect Ying Zheng to say eight right away.

Sure enough, following the ancestors brings different treatment.

"Thank you, Brother Zheng." Qin Tian's lips curled up wide, and he exuded an aura of "today is a good day."

Ying Zheng looked at him and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it again.

He was the emperor, and he couldn't laugh too much in front of a young woman who wanted maids; that would damage his dignity.

Qin Tian is fine now.

We'll talk about the Qiyuan Palace tomorrow. Meng Yi will arrange the maids and the mansion. Li Si is handling the seed matter. Ying Zheng's cultivation has already begun.

Everything that needed to be said has been said, everything that needed to be done has been done, and everything that needed to be asked for has been asked for.

There's no point in staying in the palace any longer.

When he reached the entrance of the hall, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and chuckled at the tall figure still standing with his hands behind his back in the hall.

"Brother Zheng, don't forget to consider me."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly.

What are you considering? Is there anything else you haven't considered?

He glanced at the meaningful smile on Qin Tian's face and thought of the sentence, "Brother Zheng, I heard you have a daughter named Ying Yinman, who is eighteen years old now."

Ying Zheng's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Qin—Tian—!"

He didn't even bother to call him "Imperial Advisor" anymore.

Qin Tian had already turned and run away.

With light steps and long hair flying behind her, she exuded a smug air, as if saying, "I'll run away as soon as I finish speaking, and you can't catch me."

His laughter echoed back from the corridor outside the palace.

Ying Zheng stood in the hall, watching the disappearing white figure. He took a deep breath, and his expression returned to the calm befitting an emperor.

But his heart was not at peace.

Ying Zheng stood alone in the center of the empty hall, his gaze passing through the hall doors and looking in the direction where the white-clad figure had disappeared.

He wasn't angry; his "anger" was just a conditioned reflex, a father's reaction to hearing someone making advances toward his daughter.

He was making rational calculations in his mind.

If Qin Tian marries Ying Zheng's daughter and becomes Ying Zheng's son-in-law, he will no longer be an "outsider" but a member of the royal family, a person in the core power circle of this empire.

Ying Zheng quickly weighed the pros and cons of this matter in his mind.

Meng Yi led Qin Tian out of Zhangtai Palace, through one palace gate after another, and along one long corridor after another.

Xianyang Palace covers a vast area with numerous palaces, pavilions, and a complex network of roads. Without someone familiar with the terrain to guide you, you could easily get lost inside.

The guards on duty on both sides of the corridor saw the Grand Preceptor and the High Minister walking side by side, and they all knelt down to pay their respects. No one dared to look up for more than a second.

The moment he stepped out of the palace gates, Meng Yi finally couldn't hold back any longer.

His mouth opened and closed, then opened and closed again, repeating this twice, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

He wanted to ask the Imperial Preceptor if he could cultivate the Yuan Power Guiding Technique and if he could enter the Qiyuan Hall.

But he knew this was not the time or the place for him to ask.

He can wait.

The next day, Meng Yi brought Qin Tian to a residential area in the northeast corner of Xianyang City.

The houses here are more spacious, more impressive, and more tranquil than those elsewhere.

It was inhabited only by important officials and nobles of the court; ordinary people were not allowed to enter.

The streets and alleys are wide and flat, wide enough for two horse-drawn carriages to walk side by side.

Meng Yi stopped in front of the gate of a huge mansion.

The mansion's main gate was vermilion, and the plaque above the lintel was blank, without any inscription, just a bare wooden board.

The steps in front of the gate are paved with solid bluestone, spotless, and there is a stone mythical beast on each side.

"Grand Preceptor, the plaque is still being made," Meng Yi stepped aside, leaving the front of the gate to Qin Tian. "It will be delivered once it's finished, and then we can hang it up."

Qin Tian nodded slightly without saying a word.

Meng Yi pushed open the gate and led the way, saying as he walked, "Eight maids and four guards are already in the mansion. There are also more than a hundred servants in the mansion, responsible for cleaning, washing clothes, cooking, repairs, guarding the gate and other chores. If the Grand Preceptor has any needs, just give them the order."