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

early morning.

Qin Tian's rare appearance in the main hall surprised all the officials.

Since the Yuanli Guiding Technique began to spread in the court, Qin Tian has attended court assemblies only a handful of times.

He wasn't the kind of person who liked getting up early for court. Getting up at four in the morning to stand in the hall and listen to reports was a double torture for him, both mentally and physically.

Therefore, he usually only appears when there is a major event that requires his intervention; otherwise, he stays in the mansion.

So when he appeared at Zhangtai Palace today, all the civil and military officials standing in the hall glanced at him in unison.

Ying Zheng sat on his throne, and when he saw Qin Tian walk in, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

He knew what day it was, and that the Imperial Advisor had appeared here for two people.

Fusu and Meng Tian returned to Xianyang today.

The eldest son, Fusu, supervised Meng Tian's construction of the Great Wall in Shangjun, where he stayed for several years.

When he left, he was a spirited young man, full of knowledge and with the world in his heart, and he disagreed with many of his father's policies.

Especially after the burning of books and burying of scholars, he repeatedly submitted memorials to the emperor, his words earnest and his attitude persistent. In the end, he angered Ying Zheng and was exiled to Shangjun, where he was stationed with Meng Tian to guard the northern defense line.

This departure created a rift between father and son that silently widened.

Meng Tian, ​​one of the most outstanding generals of the Qin Dynasty, was the eldest son of Meng Wu and the elder brother of Meng Yi. He commanded an army of 300,000 to guard Shangjun, resist the Xiongnu, and his power shook the northern frontier.

He was Ying Zheng's most trusted general and Fusu's strongest support in Shangjun.

Without Meng Tian and his 300,000-strong army, Fusu's life in Shangjun would not have been so peaceful.

At that moment, the two of them stood in the center of the main hall.

Fusu stood at the front of the civil and military officials, dressed in a dark blue robe, with a tall and handsome figure.

His features carried a scholar's refined elegance and stubbornness; his brows were slightly furrowed, his lips were pursed into a line, and his gaze had barely fallen on the throne since he stepped into the hall.

His gaze fell on Qin Tian, ​​who stood at the forefront of the officials, dressed in white, with a youthful face.

Fusu's gaze was filled with undisguised scrutiny and suspicion.

He was not unaware of what had happened in Xianyang City over the past month.

On his way back to Xianyang, he heard that his father had found an immortal, appointed him as the national teacher, taught him the secret to immortality, established the Qiyuan Palace, and that all the civil and military officials were practicing it.

Upon hearing this, his first thought was not one of surprise, but rather one of deep concern.

The emperor has been deceived by the sorcerer again.

He knew his father too well.

Over the years, in his quest for immortality and enlightenment, my father has spent countless resources, taken countless detours, and believed countless lies of swindlers.

Xu Fu, Lu Sheng, and Hou Sheng all swindled money and trust, and in the end, some ran away, some died, and some disappeared.

Every time, my father believed it, and every time he was deceived.

He thought this time would be the same, except that this swindler was bolder and more sophisticated than before, daring to portray himself as a "celestial being who fell from the sky".

Looking at Qin Tian, ​​Fusu felt a surge of worry and resentment that had been suppressed for years over his father's "obsession with magic arts," which was about to burst forth at this moment.

He was convinced that Qin Tian was a fraud, a fraudster even more cunning, daring, and ambitious than Xu Fu.

Xu Fu wanted young boys and girls, as well as gold and silver treasures; this man probably wanted the trust and power of the entire Qin Dynasty.

After the court assembly officially began, Ying Zheng first routinely inquired about the defenses of Shangjun, the movements of the Xiongnu, and the progress of the Great Wall construction. Meng Tian answered each question clearly and logically.

Then Ying Zheng turned his gaze to his eldest son.

"Fusu, you've had a tough time in Shangjun these past few years."

Fusu bowed respectfully, his voice clear and resonant: "Your subject dares not complain of hardship; it is your duty to share the Emperor's burdens."

He paused, then straightened up, shifting his gaze from the throne to Qin Tian, ​​his tone carrying a sharp edge that he tried to suppress but could not hide.

"On my way back to Xianyang, I heard that Your Majesty has appointed a new Imperial Preceptor. I also heard that this Imperial Preceptor can teach people how to live forever and has superhuman strength. I am truly worried about this."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Everyone knew what Fusu was about to say and who his words would be directed at, and everyone held their breath.

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, about to interrupt, but Fusu continued, "Father, how few sorcerers and magicians have there been in recent years? Xu Fu went to sea in search of the elixir of life and never returned. Lu Sheng and Hou Sheng spread heretical rumors and slandered you behind your back. I dare not say that the Imperial Advisor is such a person, but I urge Father to be more vigilant and not be blinded by those illusory 'magic arts.' Governing the country should be based on practical matters, prioritize the people's livelihood, and adhere to the law. What benefit do those supernatural and bizarre theories bring to the country? What benefit do they bring to the people?"

After he finished speaking, the hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were on Qin Tian, ​​eager to see how the Imperial Advisor would respond.

Qin Tian stood at the very front, without saying a word.

He tilted his head and looked at Fusu with great interest.

When Fusu spoke, his chin was slightly raised, and his eyes swept over at an angle, giving off an expression that said, "I have already seen through your tricks."

That arrogant air was like a kitten with its fur standing on end, staring warily at a stranger, or like a spoiled child earnestly offering their profound opinions to adults.

Qin Tian almost burst out laughing.

In this tragic figure from history, he saw a living, breathing young man with a touch of boyish spirit.

A young man who would argue with his father, stand firm in his beliefs, and hold his head high in front of strangers, saying he was right.

The scrutiny and wariness in his eyes ultimately stemmed from his love and concern for his father, rather than from malice towards Qin Tian himself.

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. Just as he was about to reprimand him, Qin Tian smiled and stepped out of the ranks, cupped his hands in greeting to Ying Zheng on the throne, and then turned to Fusu.

"Young Master, do you think I'm deceiving His Majesty?" Qin Tian asked casually.

Fusu glanced at him sideways, raised his chin even higher, and said in a cold voice, "The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits."

That little expression, that tone, those slightly narrowed eyes and tightly pursed lips—Qin Tian finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He smiled and shook his head, with an expression that was both amusing and helpless, like an elder watching a younger person fooling around.

Then he walked towards Fusu.

Before Fusu could react to what he was about to do, Qin Tian had already walked up to him, grabbed Fusu's collar, and lifted him off the ground with a gentle pull.

Fusu's body was instantly suspended in mid-air.

He was lifted into the air by Qin Tian like a chick, his feet off the ground, the hem of his robe hanging down, and he looked extremely disheveled.

His mind went blank for a moment, then he suddenly realized what was happening and instinctively struggled, waving his hands wildly in the air, shouting in a mixture of shock and anger, "You—you brute! Put me down!"