"It's probably a treasure passed down from the Qin royal family." Chen Xuan was still lying nearby, shifting slightly, "As for the early maturity of crops in Xianyang City, it's probably related to the spiritual energy.

But why worry so much? The crops are ripening early and the harvest is plentiful, which is a good thing for Daqin."

"It's indeed a good thing." Ying Zheng no longer dwelled on the good fortune left by King Zhaoxiang of Qin, and began to speak about the memorial about the early maturity of the crops:

"Chen Xuan, you said that if the crops continue to grow like this, next year, no, in two years, if I want to send troops eastward, how likely is it?"

"If the ministers in the court were not spineless, there would probably be no problem."

Chen Xuan floated up, put his head facing Ying Zheng's head, and looked at Ying Zheng.

"However, Zheng, what you should do now is not to rush out to the east, but to lie dormant for a while, just for this period of time."

"Why do we lie dormant?" Ying Zheng looked at Chen Xuan with some confusion, "The Qin army is at its peak, and the other nations are cowardly, no one dares to confront the Qin army.

Even if they unite, they will each harbor ulterior motives and are nothing to be feared."

"Zheng, you must remember that no matter how powerful you are, you never want to underestimate your opponent. That won't show your strength, but will make you arrogant."

Chen Xuan admired Ying Zheng's increasingly domineering character, but appreciation was one thing and teaching was another.

"I know, I know. Chen Xuan, you just like to preach to me." Ying Zheng nodded helplessly, picked up the bamboo slips that fell on his body, and looked at them again.

Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't want to pay attention to him, Chen Xuan didn't care and just lay down, thinking about how to build momentum for Ying Zheng during this trip to Yongcheng.

…

It only takes one day to travel from Xianyang to Yongcheng. Even though there was the burden of the ceremonial procession, there was not much delay on the road, so they arrived in Yongcheng in the evening of the second day.

If Ying Zheng had not issued a royal decree long ago, forbidding anyone to disturb his peace, and if there were not a hundred and twenty soldiers waiting by the side, he would probably not be able to have peace even in the evening.

The Yongcheng Royal Palace was still empty. There were still maids and guards inside, but the palace was empty and no one lived in it.

The ancestral temple is located within the royal palace, but Ying Zheng will not go there to pay homage to it tonight, and Chen Xuan will not allow him to do so either.

After all, for the pre-Qin period when entertainment was scarce, the only entertainment at night, apart from clapping, was probably sleeping.

As for reading by lamplight at night, it is too far away from the common people.

For Chen Xuan, building momentum must be done during the day.

Even on the day when Ying Zheng ascended the throne, it was Chen Xuan who managed to light up the sky until daytime, but that was when the people of Xianyang were still asleep.

It was already evening when Ying Zheng arrived in Yongcheng. If he tried to light up the sky until daytime, it would be a torture.

"Chen Xuan, why are you suppressing me?"

It was the age when people were most curious. Even though he had become an emperor and had matured his character, Ying Zheng was still full of curiosity about the things left by King Zhaoxiang of Qin and wanted to get them immediately.

"Go tomorrow, go tomorrow. Don't forget, you still have to build a temple for your father!"

Chen Xuan comforted Ying Zheng. After all, although Ying Zheng only had some guesses now, he didn't ask or say anything, so Chen Xuan naturally would not admit it.

To admit that the Wu'an Jun Bai Qi and Qin Zhaoxiang Wang in the dream were played by Chen Xuan.

Since you can't admit it, you must find another excuse.

Ying Zheng probably knew that Chen Xuan would build momentum for him again tomorrow, and would combine it with the good fortune left by King Zhaoxiang of Qin to build momentum for him, so that he could shut everyone's mouths in one fell swoop and make it legitimate for Ying Zichu to become the Black Emperor.

I was just complaining a little just now, and I didn't really want to worship my ancestors at night. After all, it's not according to etiquette.

Although rituals and music are in decline in this era, that only refers to the relations between countries and has little to do with this.

Even if Chen Xuan didn't come with him and put pressure on Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng would not have been able to go in the evening.

"I'm asleep. Don't forget to wake me up tomorrow."

Ying Zheng lay back, turned over, and fell asleep with his back facing Chen Xuan.

It seemed to be Chen Xuan's illusion, he seemed to hear Ying Zheng mutter something.

"Chen Xuan, sleep well."

When was the last time you heard this? Two years ago, or three years ago?

Chen Xuan didn't remember much, he just knew that he hadn't heard it for a long time.

Ying Zheng's snoring had begun, not loud and quite normal.

"Zheng boy, sleep well."

…

The ancestral worship is in the royal palace.

Since the Qin capital was moved to Xianyang, ancestral sacrifices were moved to the royal palace in scattered locations.

After all, such a big place will just be empty anyway, so it would be better to let our ancestors live there, which would show more respect.

Apart from the maids and guards originally in the palace, there were no more officials and nobles from Yongcheng.

Today is not the time to worship ancestors, it is just Ying Zheng who came here alone, so there is no need to ask people from Yongcheng to come here.

After all, they will all be replaced one by one, so there is not much need to get to know them, show power to them, or show favor to them.

Ying Zheng didn't need it and couldn't want it.

There was an extremely empty place in front of me, with only a large hall that was built exceptionally high and majestic.

If he didn't know that this was the place where the ancestral worship was located, Chen Xuan would probably have mistaken this place for the place where the Qin State originally held court.

Sure enough, no matter what time it is, the respect that the Chinese descendants have for their ancestors has never changed.

Meng Que, Meng Wu and a group of soldiers followed Ying Zheng to the stairs under the grand palace and then stopped. The upper stairs were not a place they could go up.

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