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

After naming the four guards, Qin Tian felt several gazes fall on him.

He turned his head slightly and saw the eight maids staring at him expectantly.

Qin Tian smiled as he looked at them.

"You're involved too."

The eyes of the eight maids lit up instantly.

Qin Tian thought for a moment and gave them eight names based on the seasons and the four seasons, as well as plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums.

Spring's gentle touch, summer's tenderness, autumn's serene beauty, winter's radiance, snow-covered plum blossoms, fragrant orchids, green bamboo, and chrysanthemums by the fence.

When he finished reading the last name, he glanced at the eight young faces and saw that their eyes were slightly red, but their lips were turned up high.

"Thank you for bestowing names upon us, Imperial Preceptor." The eight people bowed in unison, their voices clear and crisp.

Qin Tian nodded and said nothing more.

He turned around and waved to the hundred or so servants in plain clothes: "Disperse. Everyone, do your jobs. Do what you're supposed to do in the mansion, clean if you need to, prepare meals if you need to, and guard the gate if you need to."

More than a hundred servants bowed in unison and responded with a "Yes," then dispersed silently and quickly, disappearing into every corner of the courtyard and the depths of the corridors in the blink of an eye.

They walked very lightly, as lightly as a cat stepping on a carpet, without making any extra sound.

It's clear that she received rigorous training in the palace, knowing that she shouldn't make any inappropriate sounds in front of important people.

Only Qin Tian, ​​Meng Yi, four guards, and eight maids remained in the courtyard.

Qin Tian turned around, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Meng Yi, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your trouble, Your Excellency."

Meng Yi quickly stepped aside to avoid the half-bow, returned the bow with his hands clasped, and his posture was slightly lower than Qin Tian's.

He was a high-ranking official, a key minister in the court, but he dared not be presumptuous in front of the Imperial Advisor.

His Majesty has already placed the Imperial Advisor in a position second only to the Emperor. If he were to act arrogantly in front of the Imperial Advisor simply because he is the one who guides him, then he would be ignorant of his own limitations.

"You're too kind, Grand Preceptor. Just call me by my name," Meng Yi said respectfully. "If you have any dissatisfaction, please give the order, and I will do it immediately."

Qin Tian thought for a moment and said, "Satisfied, very satisfied. From now on, I'll call you Lao Meng."

Meng Yi was slightly taken aback.

"Old Meng, huh?" He pondered the name for a moment, finding it rather novel.

When people in the court saw him, they would respectfully address him as "Minister Meng" or "Lord Meng".

The imperial advisor called him "Old Meng," which made him feel a unique sense of closeness.

However, his thoughts quickly drifted in a strange direction.

The Imperial Advisor called him Old Meng, but what about Wang Li?

If the Imperial Advisor were to meet Wang Li, wouldn't he be calling him "Old Wang" according to this way of addressing him?

Old Wang, right? That title just sounds awkward.

Meng Yi dismissed the thought from his mind without dwelling on it.

"Alright, from now on, Grand Preceptor, just call me Old Meng," Meng Yi replied with a smile.

Qin Tian nodded and said, "Old Meng, I can't keep you for dinner today. The mansion has just been cleaned up, everything is a mess, and we haven't even brewed a cup of hot tea yet. Come back in a few days when the mansion is tidied up, and I'll treat you to dinner. I have something else to tell you then."

He paused, looking into Meng Yi's expectant eyes, and added, "I'll teach you the Yuan Power Guiding Technique in a few days."

Meng Yi's breath hitched.

He bowed deeply, his voice trembling with excitement: "Thank you, Grand Preceptor. I will take my leave now. If you require anything, please send someone to deliver the message."

Qin Tian waved his hand.

Meng Yi straightened up, glanced at Qin Tian again, then turned and strode toward the gate of the mansion.

His pace was much faster than when he arrived, his back was ramrod straight, and he exuded an irrepressible excitement.

The courtyard fell silent.

The four guards stood still, like four iron stakes driven into the ground, their eyes fixed straight ahead, their posture upright.

They didn't know what to do next; the Grand Preceptor hadn't given them any orders.

They just stood there, waiting.

Qin Tian's gaze swept over them, and after thinking for a moment, he waved his hand: "The four of you go find the steward and arrange your accommodations and shifts. Don't worry about anything in the manor. Just settle in and let me know if you need anything."

"Yes!" the four responded in unison, their voices loud and clear.

They turned and strode away.

Only Qin Tian and eight maids remained in the courtyard.

Spring is dignified and serene, summer is gentle, bright and lively, autumn is serene and reserved, winter is clear and cold like frost, snow plum has skin as white as snow, iris has temperament like an orchid, green bamboo has a slender figure, and chrysanthemum by the fence has curved eyebrows.

They stood there, heads bowed, hands clasped in front of them, waiting for Qin Tian's instructions.

Looking at them, Qin Tian suddenly felt unsure of what to do next.

He lived in the mountains for twenty years, facing nothing but trees and rocks every day, with no one to talk to.

Now that he has suddenly been assigned eight beautiful maids to his side, he is somewhat at a loss.

Should he make them do chores, or should he have them keep him company and chat with him?

What should we talk about? We can't really talk to them about the universe and stars, can we?

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and chuckled.

"Come here, I'll teach you a game."

The eight maids looked at each other, a hint of confusion flashing in their eyes, but none of them hesitated.

They lifted their skirts and walked briskly to Qin Tian, ​​standing in a row and looking at him curiously.

Qin Tian walked around the courtyard, found a strip of cloth, and looked around. He felt that the courtyard was spacious enough for him to play in.

He folded the cloth strip twice and tied it over his eyes, completely obscuring his vision.

"I'll be in the middle, you all spread out and don't run out of this yard. When I catch someone... hehe."

The eight maids were stunned for a moment, then realized that the Grand Preceptor wanted to play a game of tag with them.

The Imperial Advisor was blindfolded. They ran, and the Imperial Advisor chased after them until he caught up with them... Their faces flushed slightly.

Xia Rou was the first to move.

She lifted her skirt and took two steps back, twirling her toes on the ground, and chuckled, "Grand Preceptor, you can't catch us."

"That's not necessarily true." Qin Tian opened his arms and lunged towards the direction from which the voice came.

Xia Rou deftly slipped under his arm, her skirt fluttering in the wind.

She ran a few steps, turned around, saw Qin Tian had missed his target, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Imperial Advisor, I'm here!"

Qin Tian turned around and lunged towards the direction of the sound.

This time, his movements were a little faster than before, but he still didn't use his elemental power.

He's here to have fun, not to show off his abilities.

What's the point of using your Yuan Power to capture a few maids?

Qiu Ning came around from the other side and saw Qin Tian rushing towards Xia Rou. She tiptoed behind him and gently patted his shoulder.

"Imperial Preceptor, over here."