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

It was still dark.

The city of Xianyang was shrouded in a deep night.

The main hall of Zhangtai Palace was already lit up.

The bronze lamp holders were filled with oil lamps, and the flames burned brightly, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

The hall was already filled with people, with civil and military officials arranged neatly on both sides according to their rank, in complete silence.

Some people closed their eyes to rest, some bowed their heads to straighten their robes, and some secretly yawned while covering their mouths with their sleeves.

The Imperial Advisor was also standing in the queue.

Qin Tian stood at the very front of all the civil and military officials, right below the throne, dressed in pristine white robes.

He stood ramrod straight, with an upright posture, looking energetic, a stark contrast to the weary old ministers around him.

But only he himself knows what state he is in at this moment.

He cursed in his heart for the thirty-seventh time, "Who decided that court must be held at four o'clock?"

The Qin Dynasty's court assembly began at the hour of Yin (寅时), which, when converted to modern timekeeping, corresponds to between 3 and 5 a.m.

The specific time varied for each emperor. Qin Shi Huang, being diligent in his duties, usually chose the third quarter of the Yin hour, which is around 4 a.m.

Four o'clock.

In his past life, when he was in college, he would play games all night at four in the morning, or just climb into bed to go to sleep.

After starting work, I would get up at 7 a.m. at the earliest and arrive at the company at 8:30 a.m.

Getting up at 4 AM to go to work? What kind of human suffering is that?

His body wasn't tired at all. His cultivation at the Yuan Shi realm meant that he could stay up all night, or even go ten days and ten nights without any problem.

But he felt a deep, soul-deep weariness.

That kind of exhaustion is called "Why do I have to stand here at four in the morning?", "I've only been in this world for a few days and I already have to experience the pain of being a worker in the Qin Dynasty", and "Brother Zheng, you could have chosen not to hold court so early".

His eyes were somewhat lifeless.

Although he stood upright like a pine tree, breathed evenly, and looked normal, his eyes betrayed him.

Those eyes, which were usually clear and bright, now seemed to be veiled in a thin mist, their gaze somewhat unfocused, their whole being exuding an aura of "I'm sleeping with my eyes open."

Standing next to him was Li Si.

The old prime minister stood in the hall early in the morning, looking very energetic. His white beard was neatly combed, his old eyes were sharp and shrewd, and his back was as straight as a spear.

He glanced at Qin Tian, ​​noticed the Grand Preceptor's lifeless eyes, and his lips twitched slightly, but he remained silent.

He could probably guess what the Imperial Advisor was doing last night.

Young people, upon arriving in Xianyang for the first time, with a mansion and maids, inevitably tend to stay up until midnight.

Li Si guessed half of it correctly.

Qin Tian did indeed stay up very late with eight maids, but they were playing hide-and-seek and shuttlecock.

They played from afternoon until dark, and from dark until midnight; the laughter in the yard never stopped.

The eight maids went from being reserved and shy at first to having a great time, kicking shuttlecocks until their hair came undone and chasing people until their skirts were torn.

Qin Tian laughed and joked, simply enjoying the warm and lively atmosphere of having living people around him.

He didn't let them rest until almost midnight.

He sat cross-legged in meditation for an hour, and then got up to prepare for the morning assembly.

The hall suddenly fell silent; everyone straightened their backs and lowered their heads.

The homeroom teacher ←_←, oh no, Qin Shi Huang is here.

He entered the main hall through a side door, dressed in a dark imperial robe and wearing a twelve-tassel crown.

His steps were steady and powerful, his complexion was ruddy, his demeanor was dignified, and his eyes were as sharp as two unsheathed swords. When he swept over everyone in the hall, people would involuntarily want to lower their heads and give way.

He walked to the throne, turned around, and sat down.

The moment he sat down, his gaze swept around the hall, finally landing on the face of the young man in white at the very front of the line.

He noticed Qin Tian's lifeless eyes.

Ying Zheng's lips curved slightly, but he already had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

When a young man first acquires a mansion and wins the heart of a beautiful woman, he inevitably stays up very late.

He cleared his throat.

"My lords."

Everyone in the hall bowed in unison: "Your subjects respectfully listen to Your Majesty's instructions."

Ying Zheng's gaze swept over the heads of the crowd.

"I hereby announce a matter—I hereby appoint the immortal Qin Tian as the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qin."

Qin Tian stepped out of the queue, stood in the center of the hall, and bowed to Ying Zheng on the throne.

His movements were completely unconstrained and relaxed, which stood out starkly among the trembling ministers in the hall.

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Tian, ​​nodded slightly, and then added a sentence.

"The Grand Preceptor's status is equal to mine. Seeing the Grand Preceptor is like seeing me."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

In the Qin Dynasty court, the emperor held supreme power.

The hierarchy was strict and orderly, and no one dared to overstep the bounds.

His Majesty said today that seeing the Imperial Advisor is like seeing me, which means that from today onwards, Qin Tian's status in the court is above everyone else, and he is only on equal footing with Ying Zheng.

No one raised any objections.

Everyone present witnessed what happened the day before yesterday.

Those people with different thoughts were silenced by that circle of flight.

With an immortal descending to earth and His Majesty personally leading the expedition, what is there to doubt? Who would dare utter a single word of dissent?

All the civil and military officials clasped their hands together and bowed deeply.

"Long live the Great Qin Dynasty! Long live His Majesty! Long live the Imperial Advisor!"

Standing in the center of the hall, Qin Tian listened to the repeated cries of "Long live the Imperial Preceptor!" and suddenly felt a jolt of energy, his whole being becoming alert.

He suddenly stood up straight, then strode out of the queue, bowed to Ying Zheng, and spoke with a tone full of helplessness.

"Your Majesty, I have something to tell you."

Seeing his anxious expression, Ying Zheng slightly raised his chin: "Please speak, Grand Preceptor."

Qin Tian turned around, facing the assembled civil and military officials in the hall, and raised his voice a few decibels.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm making a rule—from now on, the word 'ten thousand years' will only be used to express a very long time or a very long period of time; it's a beautiful wish. Please don't interpret it as a specific time."

The ministers looked at each other, some blinking in confusion, others frowning.

What does it mean to "only be used to express a long time" or "a very long time"?

Is the Imperial Advisor nitpicking over words?

Seeing the confused expressions on everyone's faces, Qin Tian sighed and explained, "I can live for ten thousand years now, and I can live even longer in the future. Ten thousand years is not 'forever' for me, it's just the beginning. When you call me 'ten thousand years,' you're not blessing me, you're cursing me."

The hall was silent for a moment, then a suppressed murmur arose.

They can live for ten thousand years!

The imperial advisor said he could live for ten thousand years!

The ministers' minds simultaneously went blank at that moment.

They knew the Imperial Advisor was an immortal, and that he could take His Majesty flying in the sky.

But they never considered what the "immortal" actually meant.

Only now did Qin Tian tell them in person that he could live for ten thousand years.

Ten thousand years—that's not an exaggeration, it's exactly ten thousand years in the literal sense.