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

The morning assembly finally ended close to 9:00 AM.

The officials gradually withdrew from the main hall, their steps much lighter than when they arrived, and their expressions much richer.

Some people lowered their heads in thought, some exchanged glances, and some hurried towards the palace gate to prepare to go back and arrange for their subordinates to take stock of their land and property.

After leaving the main hall, many people turned back to look at the direction of the hall's entrance.

The figure of the young man in white could no longer be seen, but they silently remembered every word they had heard that day.

After the court session ended, Ying Zheng kept Qin Tian behind.

"Imperial Preceptor, I have had breakfast prepared. Please come with me."

Qin Tian followed Ying Zheng through several corridors and arrived at a side hall.

The furnishings inside the hall were much simpler than those in the main hall of Zhangtai Palace. A low table was placed in the center of the hall, on which were laid out several small dishes and two bowls of hot porridge. Next to it was a plate of sliced ​​fruit, which looked fresh and tempting.

Apart from a few palace maids and eunuchs standing by, there was no one else in the hall.

Ying Zheng took his seat in the main seat and gestured for Qin Tian to sit down opposite him.

Qin Tian didn't stand on ceremony. He sat down cross-legged, picked up the bowl of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and took a sip.

The porridge was made from millet, cooked until very soft, with rice oil rendered out and a thin, golden layer of rice fat floating on top. It was smooth and fragrant, much better than the porridge he had at the mansion yesterday.

"Brother Zheng," Qin Tian put down his bowl of porridge, wiped his mouth, "you must have invited me here for more than just breakfast, right?"

Ying Zheng picked up the bowl of porridge, took a slow sip, and then spoke: "Yes, and no."

He put down his bowl of porridge and looked at Qin Tian's face.

"I want you to meet someone."

Qin Tian was slightly taken aback: "Who are you seeing?"

Ying Zheng did not answer.

He turned his head slightly and nodded to a eunuch standing at the entrance of the palace.

The eunuch bowed and withdrew, his hurried steps disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea is over, the curtain of the side hall is lifted from the outside.

A slender figure walked in.

Qin Tian raised his eyes and saw a young woman.

She wore a deep purple robe with a silver ribbon tied around her waist, which accentuated her slender and graceful figure.

She had a beautiful face with delicate and distinct features, and her gentle face had a touch of heroism.

Her gaze swept over the two people in the hall, lingered on Ying Zheng's face for a moment, and then landed on Qin Tian's face.

Unlike ordinary people who would kneel and worship upon seeing an immortal, she calmly sized him up, as if she had seen something interesting, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"Greetings, Imperial Preceptor." She gave a slight curtsy, her voice clear and melodious.

Sitting in the main seat, Ying Zheng watched the eye contact between Qin Tian and his daughter, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

He cleared his throat and said, "Yin Man, come and sit down."

Ying Yinman walked over and sat down in the seat next to Ying Zheng.

After she sat down, her gaze returned to Qin Tian's face, as if she was curious about what kind of person this legendary immortal was.

Qin Tian was also looking at her.

This was the first time he had seen Ying Zheng's daughter since arriving in Qin.

Historical records about Ying Yinman are scarce; all that is known is that she was one of Qin Shi Huang's daughters and was executed after Hu Hai ascended the throne.

History records nothing about her appearance, personality, or any specific deeds, only the character "嫚" as her name.

But standing before him now was a vibrant young woman with a distinct personality and a bright smile.

She had the same straight nose and firm jawline as her father, but the curve of her mouth was much softer than Ying Zheng's. Her eyes and brows lacked the unfathomable imperial aura of Ying Zheng, and instead possessed a bright and cheerful temperament that made people feel good at first sight.

"Yin Man, dine with the Imperial Advisor." Ying Zheng's voice was calm and unwavering.

Ying Yinman did not refuse, nor did she show any coyness.

She picked up her chopsticks confidently, took a piece of roasted meat, and placed it on the plate in front of Qin Tian.

"Imperial Preceptor, please have your meal."

Qin Tian paused for a moment, then smiled.

The princess was much more straightforward and generous than he had imagined, completely lacking the shyness and reserve that women from secluded households usually show when facing strangers.

He picked up the piece of roasted meat, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and then nodded: "The meat is good, better than what I eat at the manor."

Ying Yinman blinked and asked, "Aren't the chefs in the Imperial Preceptor's residence good? Should I pick a few good ones from the palace and send them over?"

"No need for that." Qin Tian waved his hand and smiled. "The cooks in my manor are quite good, but—" He paused, "I've been eating wild fruits and roasted meat without salt or oil in the mountains for twenty years, and now everything tastes delicious."

Ying Yinman's eyes widened slightly, her expression shifting from curiosity to surprise.

"The Imperial Preceptor has lived in the mountains for twenty years?"

"Yes." Qin Tian put down his chopsticks and picked up his porridge bowl. "When you're cultivating, you always need to find a quiet place. There's no one else in the mountains, just me all alone, spending twenty years with the trees and rocks."

The atmosphere grew increasingly warm as Ying Yinman took the initiative.

Qin Tian was originally a very eloquent person. His knowledge from his later life, combined with the clear mind he gained from twenty years of cultivation, allowed him to always bring up some fresh and interesting topics when chatting.

He told Ying Yinman some interesting stories from later generations, not serious history or grand universes, but rather some trivial matters of daily life.

Women in later generations could read and write, attend school, become officials, engage in business, and do many things that only men could do in this era.

Ying Yinman's eyes grew brighter and brighter as she listened, and she put down her chopsticks more and more slowly. Finally, she simply put down her chopsticks, rested her chin on her hands, and tilted her head to listen attentively to Qin Tian telling her strange stories that she had never heard before.

Her lips were upturned, very high, like a cat that had stolen a fish, her whole face saying "This is so interesting."

"Can women in later generations also do what men can do?"

"Most of them are possible."

Ying Yinman's smile deepened, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards even more.

Ying Zheng sat in the main seat, drinking porridge from his bowl, his gaze shifting back and forth between Qin Tian and his daughter.

He saw Qin Tian speaking with great enthusiasm, saw his daughter listening with great interest, and saw the atmosphere between the two becoming more and more relaxed and natural.

The daughter's laughter was crisp and cheerful, much more frequent than when she was with him.

His lips curved slightly, but he quickly closed them again.

Logically, the purpose of this scene, which he had personally arranged, was to let the two get to know each other. However, seeing Qin Tian making his daughter smile with ease in front of him, he felt a little uneasy.

Isn't he, the imperial advisor, a little too adept at handling things?

When Qin Tianzheng was talking about how women in later generations could hold official positions with dignity, he suddenly changed the subject, turned to look at Ying Zheng, and said with a mischievous smile, "Brother Zheng, is it safe for me to leave my carriage at your palace gate?"

Ying Zheng was stunned by his seemingly random question.

His hand holding the bowl of porridge froze in mid-air, his brows furrowed slightly, and his face wore a bewildered expression as if asking, "What are you talking about?"

A carriage? When did the Imperial Advisor's carriage stop at the palace gate?

The Imperial Advisor always flies here and there, so where did he get a carriage?

He opened his mouth, about to ask "What carriage?", but Qin Tian chuckled without explaining, picked up the bowl of porridge and finished the last mouthful, then stood up and patted the wrinkles on his robe.

"Brother Zheng, I'm full, I'm going back to the manor now."

He cupped his hands in greeting to Ying Zheng, then turned to Ying Yinman, speaking in a natural tone, as if inviting a long-time friend out for a stroll: "Yinman, come to my residence in three days, and I will teach you the Yuan Power Guiding Technique."

Ying Yinman glanced at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, looking at Qin Tian with a complicated expression, without saying a word.

"I will be there on time." Ying Yinman's voice was clear and cheerful, with a smile on her lips. "Thank you for your trouble, Grand Preceptor."

Qin Tian waved his hand, turned around, and strode out of the hall.

His steps were light and quick. When he reached the palace entrance, he winked at Ying Yinman and then disappeared outside the curtain.

The hall fell silent.

Ying Zheng sat in the main seat, holding a bowl of porridge, looking towards the direction of the palace gate, then at his daughter's still smiling face, and his lips twitched slightly.

He suddenly regretted letting Yin Man come today.

What exactly did that guy mean by saying "Would it be safe to leave my carriage at your palace gate?" before he left?