Cai Ze hurried over.
No one in the Xianyang Palace dared to stop him.
He hadn't been to the palace for a long time, but he still walked to the palace gate with ease and familiarity.
Although he knew that the situation was urgent, his years of service as an official still made him bow his head and salute. Only after the guards informed him did he feel at ease to enter the palace.
The palace was filled with the smell of medicinal herbs, and several old doctors were captured and asked to boil medicine on the side.
Ying Zichu was lying on the bed, Meng Ao and Lu Buwei were kneeling in front of him, and Meng Que was guarding beside him.
There was a curtain hanging beside the bed, and it looked like there was someone inside.
"This old minister greets the king."
Cai Ze bowed to Ying Zichu. As for Meng Ao and Lu Buwei, the three of them had the same status, so apart from bowing, there was no other etiquette.
Ying Zichu sat up slightly, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked at Cai Ze, and as if he had died, he said, "Gang Chengjun... is here?"
"Your Majesty, I am here." Cai Ze knew at a glance that Ying Zichu might not live long. Afraid that Ying Zichu could not hear clearly, he took two steps forward and came to the bedside.
Meng Que did not stop the old man. After all, Cai Ze was not greedy for power, otherwise he would not have given up the position of prime minister twice.
Now, for Ying Zichu, his trust in Cai Ze is probably far greater than that in Meng Ao and Lu Buwei.
Lu Buwei lowered his head. He didn't expect the variable of Cai Ze.
After all, this person handed over power very happily, and Lu Buwei had been in control of the government for quite some time, so naturally he couldn't remember it for a while.
"Gang Chengjun, I have an order for you. Can you accept it?"
Ying Zichu's eyes lit up slightly, and he reached out and grabbed Cai Ze's arm, trying to pull him closer.
Cai Ze went over there, but he didn't dare to use any force for fear of hurting Ying Zichu.
"Your Majesty, although I am old and frail, I am still able to shoulder the responsibility."
If Ying Zichu died, Meng Ao alone might not be able to control the entire Xianyang, not to mention that Lu Buwei was waiting ambitiously on the side.
Although Cai Ze was not a big shot, he had been in charge of government for several years and knew exactly who was who in Xianyang.
"I want you to run the government of the country. When Zheng'er returns home, you will return the power to the palace."
Ying Zichu looked at Cai Ze and spoke forcefully, his veins popping out as he grabbed Cai Ze's hand.
"If Zheng'er doesn't return, the government won't be restored. Regardless of whether it's the Prime Minister's order or the Queen Mother's, we'll ignore them all. Is that possible?"
Before Cai Ze could answer, a cold snort suddenly came from behind the curtain. The voice could be vaguely heard to be a woman's.
However, he only snorted coldly and did not take any other action after that.
Cai Ze instantly understood who was behind the curtain, but ignored it. He simply withdrew his hand, slowly knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty trusts me so much, I will naturally not let you down."
"Good! Good!!" Ying Zichu seemed to be more energetic, and his aura changed, and he no longer looked weak.
Lu Buwei was originally a little indignant, but suddenly he felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart. This uneasiness was just like when he faced Ying Zheng, and it was suppressed in an instant.
Chen Xuan finally rushed back.
As soon as he came back, he saw Ying Zichu entrusting his son to the care of others here.
He simply gave Ying Zichu's luck a breath of fresh air and gave him a touch of power, which also helped Ying Zichu prolong his life.
At least it should be able to hold on until Ying Zheng returns.
Beast Armor did not issue any warning this time, and it seemed that it had tacitly agreed.
Ying Zichu only felt that his body was a little light, as if something was supporting him.
However, he doesn't care about that now.
If his spirit was better, it would mean he could live for a while longer. He would use this time to pave the way for Ying Zheng to ascend the throne, instead of thinking about where this spirit came from.
Chen Xuan stuck his head into the palace, his pair of dragon eyes staring fiercely at the fate in the palace. His slightly extended right claw also quietly protected the dragon on Ying Zichu's head inside.
Lu Buwei only felt a fierce power falling on him. All the thoughts he had before disappeared completely and he dared not think about it anymore.
Meng Ao and Cai Ze were fine, they just felt a little depressed, and didn't feel anything else.
"Gang Chengjun, you should accept everything."
Ying Zichu still gave full power over the government to Cai Ze. He knew that he would not live long, and the government was not important now. What was important was the ambitions of Lu Buwei and a group of people behind him.
Cai Ze responded, bowed again, and then slowly retreated.
Only Meng Ao and Lü Buwei were left in the palace. Ying Zichu passed Lü Buwei over and said to Meng Ao, "Mr. Meng, please come here. Please come here."
After the war, Meng Ao was granted the title of Lord Changping.
Because he was still in the court and held the position of Shangqing, Ying Zichu called him Meng Shangqing instead of Changping Jun.
"I am here, Your Majesty, please speak, I am listening!"
Like Cai Ze, Meng Ao knelt in front of Ying Zichu's bed.
Ying Zichu looked at Meng Ao, carefully examining him, and then slowly said, "Lord Meng, I want you to blockade Xianyang tomorrow and take over the entire city with your troops. Anyone who dares to spread rumors will be executed, regardless of their identity."
"This old minister obeys the king's order."
Meng Ao still knelt to pay his respects. Ying Zichu's gaze just now made him feel the power of others. This power could probably only be compared with the deceased King Zhaoxiang of Qin, or even worse.
Ying Zichu nodded. He naturally knew that Meng Ao understood the meaning of his words, especially the meaning of "rumor".
Meng Ao also apologized and retreated, taking over the entire Xianyang army and the entire Xianyang.
Now the King of Qin is critically ill, the Crown Prince is away, and the entire political center of Xianyang is experiencing a war, a silent war.
"Mother, I have already made all the arrangements. Why don't you return to the palace and wait for Zheng'er to return?"
Ying Zichu did not rush to find Lu Buwei, but instead shouted towards the curtain.
There was no other conversation behind the curtain, only some sporadic noises could be heard, and then it quickly quieted down.
"Meng Que, you too, go down and wait by the door. No one is allowed in without my order."
Ying Zichu gave an order to Meng Que who was lying beside the bed, then seemed to be tired and lay down a little more.
When Meng Que heard the order, he felt a little uneasy, but he did not believe that Lu Buwei would do anything out of line, so he apologized and went to wait outside the door.
Ying Zichu looked at Lu Buwei, who was the only one left, and suddenly laughed. His laughter was so inexplicable that it made Lu Buwei laugh too.
"Now it's just you and I, just like in Handan, when I was at my most lonely."
Ying Zichu looked at Lu Buwei.
"Now, I can have a good talk with you!"
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I will update once today, and update a lot tomorrow, starting at 12 o'clock, with a minimum of 10,000 words.
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