I really didn't want to burn it.

Faced with this legendary imperial advisor, the steward dared not be negligent and quickly led Li Ang into the gate of the Xiao residence.

The interior of Xiao's residence was as simple and unadorned as the exterior. Unless necessary or a gift from the palace, Xiao He would never decorate his home with luxurious ornaments.

Upon entering the courtyard, Li Ang saw more than ten servants leading the way with lanterns.

At the end of the porch, a middle-aged man, also dressed in casual clothes and sporting a small mustache, stood there, smiling as he greeted Li Ang.

"My humble abode is simple and unadorned; I hope the Imperial Preceptor will forgive my shortcomings."

Xiao He bowed respectfully to Li Ang.

As his mentor and guide in officialdom, Xiao He always treated Li Ang with utmost respect, showing him the deference due to a junior. This attitude far surpasses that of the disrespectful Xiang Yu.

However, Li Ang himself found these formalities quite annoying; they were too tiring.

Seeing that Xiao He had done so, Li Ang could only return the gesture with a bow.

"Not at all. How could I refuse Xiao Wenxiang's invitation?"

Because Xiao He's posthumous title was "Marquis Wenzhong" in history, Li Ang always referred to him as "Prime Minister Wen" after Xiao He became prime minister.

Xiao He quickly returned the greeting: "The Imperial Advisor is teasing me again. How could I dare accept the title of 'Civil Minister'?"

"You...you're so boring."

Li Ang shook his head helplessly.

The Fengpei faction, led by Liu Ji, were all impulsive and unpredictable, except for Xiao He, who was extremely cautious, leaving Li Ang speechless.

Xiao He himself didn't care. For him, nothing else mattered; surviving was more important than anything else.

He knew very well that countless people were eyeing his position as prime minister, and if he wanted to secure the position, he had to appear harmless.

It should be noted that the Qin Dynasty has always revered military prowess. Although the atmosphere has improved considerably after Li Ang's reforms over the past few years, most of the Qin's high-ranking officials have military backgrounds, making him, a purely civil official, seem out of place among them.

If it weren't for Li Ang's recommendation and Qin Shi Huang's trust, what would Xiao He be? He would have been sent back to Pei County long ago.

Therefore, no matter what Li Ang said, Xiao He persisted in his principles for decades.

It can only be said that this was Xiao He's personality.

If he played PUBG, he would definitely be a hardcore, camping monster, the kind who survives to the very end.

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P.S.: A single "sun" on Yaya's face would be censored, so Miya used two "sun" characters together. →_→

Chapter 180: On How to Enter Li Guoshi's House

Li Ang was sitting in the guest seat of the banquet hall of the Xiao family mansion, while his personal maid DD stood behind him, serving him attentively.

His eyes were fixed on the song and dance performance in front of him, but he secretly glanced at Xiao He, who was sitting in the host's seat, out of the corner of his eye.

This Prime Minister of Qin was over forty years old. Although he was wearing a crown, Li Ang could still see the white hair at his temples.

Think about it, he followed me from Fengpei to Xianyang, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye. He has grown from a young man into a composed middle-aged man.

Li Ang felt a little sad.

"I wonder how much longer I can stay with these guys? Will I even be able to see them off in their final days?"

If it weren't for the Singularity event of Type-Moon, Li Ang should have already pacified the grasslands and then traveled back home.

As time went on, Li Ang could no longer be sure when he would leave the Qin Dynasty.

"Forget it, why think about those trivial things? I'd rather think about what will happen to Chloris and the others after I can go home."

The thought that returning to his original space might mean being separated from Chloris and DD forever made Li Ang truly reluctant to leave.

But what can you do even if you're reluctant to part with them? The mourning system can't just teleport you along with them, can it?

If the mourning system could do that, Li Ang should have brought his own harem when he traveled to the Qin Dynasty.

With that thought in mind, Li Ang abandoned these miscellaneous thoughts and focused on enjoying the songs, dances, and food.

It must be said that the dancers in Xiao He's household were quite good.

Although her looks are not as good as Miss Flower Goddess, and even less so than DD behind her.

But she has a great figure and moves very freely. The way she twists her waist is just as good as modern belly dancing.

Actually, Chloris and Ryougi Shiki have great figures, and they could definitely do things like backbends while dancing, but they just refuse.

Li Ang knew that wearing a bikini swimsuit as a dance costume was a bit excessive, but what's wrong with having only one audience member?

How stingy.

Snapped.

Li Ang felt something nudge his waist. He turned around and saw DD glaring at him fiercely.

"Hmm, I think this beef is pretty good."

Feeling a little embarrassed, Li Ang quickly tapped the large piece of beef next to him with his chopsticks.

"Since it's good, Master, you should eat more."

DD smiled faintly and used a knife and fork to cut the beef into small pieces and put them into Li Ang's bowl.

During the pre-Qin period, China already had a very complete set of tableware, including knives, forks, spoons, and chopsticks.

However, the functions of these utensils are very clear: knives and forks are used to cut meat, spoons are used to eat rice, and chopsticks are used to pick up vegetables.

But Li Ang didn't care about any of that; aside from drinking soup, he used only a pair of chopsticks to do everything.

Anyway, whatever he wants to eat, DD will put it in a small bowl for him and divide it with a knife and fork, so there's no need to worry about hygiene.

Sitting in the main seat, Xiao He was also quietly observing Li Ang.

Watching Li Ang shovel rice into his mouth with beef, Xiao He couldn't help but twitch his lips.

If Xiao He hadn't known that this person was his benefactor, the Grand Preceptor of Qin, Li Ang, he would have thought that this person was his elder brother Liu Ji in disguise.

No, this guy is even worse than Liu Ji, because at least Liu Ji could maintain basic etiquette when visiting other people's homes.

But upon closer reflection, Xiao He felt that this wasn't a bad deal, at least it showed that Li Ang didn't treat him like an outsider.

Thinking of this, Xiao He immediately felt good. He picked up his wine cup, watched the singing and dancing, clapped his hands on his knees to the rhythm, and occasionally took a sip of wine, looking carefree and content.

Li Ang ignored Xiao He and didn't dare watch the song and dance performances—afraid of being stabbed in the back by DD again. He ate his "beef rice bowl" made from the dishes at the banquet, which seemed to contain endless deliciousness.

After a long while, Li Ang finally put down his chopsticks and let out a satisfied burp.

DD quickly wiped the rice off his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Um……"

Li Ang gave a soft snort.

Although he felt that DD's behavior was both feudal and corrupt, he could not refuse.

Nonsense, who wouldn't like having a beautiful woman wipe their mouth for them?

After the maid helped him tidy up, Li Ang sat up straight again, facing Xiao He.

Seeing this, Xiao He put down his wine cup and clapped his hands.

Thus, the lively singing and dancing came to an abrupt halt, and the musicians and singers bowed respectfully to the two powerful Qin emperors before slowly leaving the hall.

Knowing that the two had important matters to discuss, the other servants also withdrew, carefully closing the doors and windows behind them.

DD was the only one who didn't leave; he simply got up and stood behind Li Ang.

Xiao He was not surprised by this situation. It was no secret in the circle that Li Ang rarely dismissed DD when discussing important matters with others.

"Imperial Preceptor, is the food to your liking?"

Xiao He asked with a smile.

Li Ang nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, this beef is quite tender."

"That's a very direct statement."

Xiao He was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by Li Ang. He could only raise his wine cup and say, "This wine is weak and tasteless; I hope the Imperial Preceptor will forgive me..."

"You're being too modest."

Li Ang quickly retorted.

He drank it all in one gulp, then turned the glass upside down to show his sincerity.

"Imperial Preceptor, there is something I would like to tell you."

Xiao He suddenly said, "If the Grand Preceptor does not find the Xiao family's crudeness unacceptable, I have a niece who can serve you in bed..."

Upon hearing this, DD, who was standing behind Li Ang, immediately glared angrily.

Li Ang was also startled!

Although, at that time, it was quite normal for officials and noble families to exchange girls.

After all, for these wealthy families, there was no more cost-effective and practical way to enhance their relationship than giving away a girl.

After all, which family doesn't have dozens of daughters these days?

Even if I can't do it myself, surely I can have a niece or a cousin?

If not, then adopt two dancers as goddaughters, just in case.

Of course, Xiao He's decision to send his niece as a daughter wasn't because he was incapable of having a daughter. Rather, it was because he feared it would be awkward to send his own daughter, so he chose his niece, who was a generation younger.

But whether it's a daughter or a niece.

Li Ang was somewhat startled.

No matter what, Li Ang would never accept him into the family.

The people in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion are already engaged in open and covert infighting, and there are quite a few others outside of Qin.

Most importantly, Li Ang's women were all highly skilled, each more formidable than the last. Xiao He's niece, on the other hand, was just an ordinary person; stepping into that vortex where ordinary humans could not survive was far too cruel.

However, before Li Ang could answer, DD preemptively gave his reply.

"Oh, my master appreciates your kindness, Prime Minister. However, my master has been overworking her kidneys lately, so let's not add to her burden."

Listen to this! Is this what a maid should say?!

What do you mean by "kidney failure"? Believe me, when I get back, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for three days!

[Host, your focus is completely off!]

The system's criticisms are still as timely as ever.

Ignoring the condolence system, Li Ang said apologetically, "Let's forget about it, I don't think it's appropriate."

"If that's the case, then let's just leave it at that. It can only be said that my niece is not fortunate enough to have her."

Xiao He sighed.

If someone else had refused, Xiao He might have assumed that the other person was targeting him.

But it was Li Ang who refused...

Xiao He knew very well that his imperial advisor had never accepted any women as gifts from others since a very long time ago.

Aside from the maid standing beside him now, Li Ang had no close little girls.

If Xiao He hadn't heard that several new women had moved into the Imperial Preceptor's residence, making him think that Li Ang had changed his ways, he wouldn't have brought this up.

pity……

Thinking of this, Xiao He glanced at DD.

Despite his impeccable conduct in Qin, Li Guoshi was always a hot commodity among the young ladies of Xianyang.

Although he's not quite at the level of being incredibly handsome, he's good-looking, forever young, and has money and power.

If someone like that were placed in a matchmaking agency, they would definitely be a highly sought-after eligible bachelor.

Unfortunately, all the girls who tried to pursue him were kept out by the maid.

So far, no prostitute has been able to break through DD's defenses and lie down in Li Ang's bedroom.

Therefore, everyone, including Xiao He, was wondering how those girls managed to get into the Imperial Preceptor's residence.