Since the day King Xiaowen of Qin ascended the throne, Ying Zichu has been in charge of state affairs. Except for Meng Ao and Cai Ze who come to the palace to report on their work in the morning and evening, Ying Zichu rarely sees King Xiaowen of Qin.

Because Ying Zheng answered King Xiaowen of Qin's questions according to Chen Xuan's words that day, he no longer went to the National Academy to study. He was always kept by King Xiaowen of Qin and taught by King Xiaowen himself.

Meng Tian and Meng Yi were brought here the day before yesterday to serve as study companions for Ying Zheng. Actually, they just played with Ying Zheng on a daily basis, and were also taught by the Chinese studies teacher.

There was also a young man who came with them. Chen Xuan only found out his name today. It was Li Xin.

Chen Xuan looked at the taciturn young man in front of him and could not connect him with the famous general who later destroyed two countries.

But is destiny a monkey? Or is it Zhu Yan?

Chen Xuan looked at Yun Dao in front of him. He looked like a monkey with a white head and red feet, and was very similar to the legendary Zhu Yan.

However, their luck is all monkeys, how can they be so quiet?

Chen Xuan didn't ask him, instead quietly lying on Ying Zheng's head. Regardless of their future achievements, they were still children, just a bunch of children playing together. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that they would do their best to assist Ying Zheng in the future.

King Xiaowen of Qin looked at Ying Zheng, who was gradually becoming the king of children, and could not hide the admiration in his eyes, which was clearly seen by Lady Huayang.

Madam Huayang smiled and said, "The king originally said that I favored Zheng'er, but now, Zheng'er is even more favored than me!"

King Xiaowen of Qin smiled and embraced Lady Huayang in his arms, saying, "What? Are you still trying to compete with Zheng'er for favor?"

Lady Huayang chuckled and ignored him, snuggling in King Xiaowen of Qin's arms, quietly watching Ying Zheng playing in the distance, her eyes full of doting.

"Huayang, when I'm gone, you must live well and wait until Zheng'er comes of age." King Xiaowen of Qin did not let Lady Huayang go. "I probably don't have many days left to live, and Zichu is seriously ill. I'm afraid both I and Zichu will be gone, and Zheng'er won't even grow up."

Before Lady Huayang could refute, Cai Ze was led in by the guards. To avoid suspicion, Lady Huayang could only pat King Qin Xiaowen's chest with tears in her eyes and walked into the room silently.

"What's the matter? Why didn't Meng Ao come with Cai Qing?" King Xiaowen of Qin looked at the old man in front of him. He was obviously older than King Xiaowen of Qin, but he looked much more energetic than King Xiaowen of Qin.

"Originally, I shouldn't have come to disturb the king. It's just that someone wants to use me as a channel to pay a visit to the king." Cai Ze bowed and stated his purpose frankly.

King Xiaowen of Qin was somewhat interested. While this old man wasn't exactly pedantic, he wasn't someone who could be swayed by ordinary gold and silver. The man who had Cai Ze rushing into the palace to act as a matchmaker must have been quite influential.

"I wonder which gentleman would like to borrow Cai Qing's thread to take my boat?" King Xiaowen of Qin invited Cai Ze into the pavilion in the yard, and the two of them sat on the ground. A servant had already prepared hot tea on the table.

"Mr. Xunzi of Confucianism." Cai Ze took a sip of tea and said with a serious expression, "Meng Ao is watching him outside the palace, waiting for the king's order."

Although King Xiaowen of Qin was puzzled as to why the Confucians came to Qin, he was a guest after all, and the leader of Confucianism was somewhat talented, so he should be given some face.

"Let Meng Qing lead him up. Then send someone to fetch Prince Chu." King Xiaowen of Qin no longer hesitated and directly ordered, "Show some respect. After all, he is an elder and a prominent official."

"Yes, I am awake now." Cai Ze replied and hurried out of the palace.

In just a few moments, Cai Ze and Meng Ao walked in accompanied by an old man who looked like a teacher. As soon as the old man came in, the luck on his body startled Chen Xuan.

What is that?!

Chen Xuan looked from afar and saw a sky-reaching Qilin standing there, slowly walking towards King Xiaowen of Qin.

It saw me!

Chen Xuan looked at the Qilin and saw it turned its head to look at him, seemed to smile, and then turned its head back.

Can it kill me?!

Chen Xuan was a little frightened. He had always thought that he was basically invincible in terms of luck with the beast armor. Even Feng Zhou, who inherited the national fortune of two dynasties, was killed in the cauldron.

Who is this person?

Chen Xuan looked at Ying Zheng, then glanced at the beast armor.

However, now that you are in Xianyang, no matter how lucky you are, you have to kneel down to me.

King Xiaowen of Qin looked at the old man in front of him, who was dressed in white and bowed when he saw him.

"I greet the king. May the king live long and healthy."

King Xiaowen of Qin saluted the old man in front of him, looking at the latest leader of Confucianism after Confucius' seventy-two sages and Mencius.

"Sir, you are too polite. I wonder what insights you have gained from visiting this barbarian land of mine?" King Xiaowen of Qin extended his hand and pushed the tea in front of him across, landing it squarely opposite the table. "Sir, please take a seat. I hope you don't despise this wild tea."

Xunzi sat very politely, and from the very beginning his aura was superior to that of the two senior ministers. To be more precise, it was superior to that of everyone present, including King Xiaowen of Qin.

Xunzi nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, you are joking. I have nothing else to do except to come to Xianyang to pay homage to the Nine Cauldrons of Emperor Yu. I don't have any other opinions."

"Since you're here, sir, wouldn't it be a shame if you just looked at the Nine Cauldrons and left?" Meng Ao shouted, "You know, you're the only Confucian scholar to have set foot in Xianyang!"

Xunzi glanced at Meng Ao, but ignored him. He smiled and asked King Xiaowen of Qin, "Is it possible that Your Majesty is ill? If not, how could it be that Your Majesty is in the highest position, and the Minister of State is delivering a message on your behalf?"

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