Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

After the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai, the Qin Empire underwent earth-shaking changes.

The Epang Palace was finally completed, and the magnificent palace complex became a wonder of the world.

Official roads had been established between the six states, and merchants and travelers traveled back and forth in an endless stream, with frequent trade between different regions.

Standardizing writing, cart tracks, weights and measures, and currency made life more convenient for ordinary people, facilitated the exchange of culture and customs, and strengthened the bonds between the people.

Even those sewer rats who once tried to overthrow the Qin state gradually adapted to the new order and abandoned their plots to rebel against Qin.

It can be said that the Qin Dynasty presents a new look every day, and the people are finally living a stable life of peace and contentment.

At least, they don't have to worry about war breaking out at any time and having their men called up to fight in the army.

The border residents no longer need to live in constant fear of the iron hooves and butcher knives of foreign barbarians.

With the maturity of cement and concrete technology, people along major rivers no longer have to worry about floods that could wash away their fields and homes at any time.

Under the rule of the Great Qin Dynasty, the people have achieved freedom from the use of toxic refined salt, and every household is gradually moving out of mud-brick houses and into spacious houses repaired with cement and bricks.

It is worth mentioning that the technology of glassmaking is now more mature, and glass has long been developed, with every household replacing their windows with glass.

The imperial court has also completely relaxed its policies, allowing private individuals to refine glass, cement, and other materials, resulting in a dramatic increase in production.

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Meanwhile, in a quiet courtyard of the Epang Palace, an extremely comical scene is unfolding.

"Grand Tutor Uncle"

A childish voice trailed off, making the wicked husband roll his eyes.

This Grand Commandant, who usually struck fear into the hearts of the people, was now at a loss as to how to deal with the three-year-old boy in front of him.

"Your Highness, you mustn't talk nonsense!" the wicked husband said with a headache. "We're in class here; you must address the Grand Tutor. No fooling around."

Little Fusu tilted his head, his face innocent: "But Mother said you're Father's closest uncle!"

"This..." The wicked husband was speechless for a moment, wondering how he could teach this.

As time went by, his power and status grew even higher. Looking at all the civil and military officials in the court, who dared to speak to him like that?

But the person before him was the Crown Prince, his only student and disciple; he simply couldn't bear to part with him!

"Your Highness," he said, adopting a serious expression, "you are destined to inherit the throne, so you must be well-behaved from a young age. Come, let's learn a character first..."

Before she could finish speaking, little Fusu pouted, looking unwilling: "No! I want to hear a story!"

"What story?" the wicked husband asked reflexively, then slapped his forehead in annoyance, regretting ever telling the kid about the past. "No, we need to learn to read first. Look at this character..."

"I want to hear stories of battles!" Little Fusu's eyes lit up. "My mother said you're amazing; you can fight an entire army all by yourself..."

The wicked husband was immediately at a loss for words, wondering who had instilled these ideas in the child.

"Your Highness, please learn to recognize the character '天' (tian, meaning heaven/sky) first, and then I'll tell you a story."

"Really?" Xiao Fusu asked, half believing and half doubting.

"The Grand Commandant's word is as good as gold!" the wicked man assured, patting his chest.

Little Fusu then sat up obediently: "Then... how do you pronounce this character?"

"This is the character 'Heaven'." The wicked husband breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting the little tyrant's attention to the important matter. "Heaven, the Heaven of the highest heaven, the Heaven of the lowest heaven. Do you know that three years ago, His Majesty performed the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai, precisely for..."

"Uncle Grand Commandant!" Little Fusu interrupted him again, "Let's talk about the war! My mother said you're on the grasslands..."

The wicked man stumbled and almost fell over.

He realized that, whether it was due to a change in environment or something else, this child was particularly interested in war, a stark contrast to the benevolent crown prince in the Records of the Grand Historian.

"Your Highness, please learn to recognize the characters first..."

"No!" Little Fusu pouted, looking like she was about to throw a tantrum again.

The wicked man was at his wit's end. The Grand Commandant, who was usually so shrewd and resourceful, was now completely helpless against a three-year-old child.

Just as they were hesitating, they suddenly heard footsteps outside.

"Father!" Little Fusu's eyes lit up, and he skipped and hopped out.

Ying Zheng rarely smiled, and he picked up his son, asking, "What did you learn from the Grand Tutor today?"

"Uncle Grand Commandant wants to teach me to read, but..." Little Fusu hesitated for a moment, "But I want to hear stories of battles..."

"Oh?" Ying Zheng gave his wicked husband a meaningful look. "Grand Commandant, it seems your attempt at enlightenment is a bit difficult?"

The wicked husband said awkwardly, "Well... who knows why this child is so interested in fighting..."

"Father!" Little Fusu suddenly said, "Could you let Uncle Grand Commandant tell me a story first? I promise I'll study hard to learn to read tomorrow!"

Ying Zheng thought for a moment with a stern face, "Very well. Grand Commandant, tell him about how we swept across the six states back then, as a way to prepare him for studying military strategy later."

"My dear brother, you're really something!" the wicked husband said, both amused and exasperated. "Isn't this a bit too early?"

"What's so early about it?" Ying Zheng said dismissively. "When I was a hostage in Zhao, I didn't even have the opportunity to learn. Now that we have the means, it's time for Fusu to start his education as soon as possible..."

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