Chen Xuan floated in the air, watching Ying Qi walk out in a daze.
The question Ying Zichu had just raised was naturally accompanied by his roar. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for Ying Zichu's power alone to beat Ying Qi into that state.
Ying Zichu was already feeling a little tired, so he just fell asleep.
Most of the external government affairs were left to Cai Ze, and Lu Buwei has been sick and recuperating at home.
Meng Ao still commands the entire Xianyang army and holds the rank of general. It was he who ordered the fences in front of the ministers' residences.
The storm in Xianyang dissipated quietly before it even started.
In other words, all the storms have turned into undercurrents, slowly settling down, ready for the next outbreak at any time.
Chen Xuan was right there, overlooking Xianyang from the sky. He could clearly see the joys and sorrows of the city.
From the moment he lowered his head, the fortunes above everyone's heads also lowered their heads to show respect and fear.
Before Ying Zheng returned, no one in this city could look directly at him. Just looking up at him would make their bodies feel burned.
This is why no one in Xianyang dares to look up at the sky today.
Time passed little by little, it was getting dark, and the curfew began.
Except for the Qin soldiers, no one dared to walk or run on the streets.
Along with the night comes some little ghosts, called ghosts and monsters, also called Mohists.
Today's Xianyang Palace is still Ying Zichu's bedroom. Although he no longer handles state affairs, he still reads some memorials in the evening.
Although Ying Zichu trusted Cai Ze, he couldn't completely trust him. There were some things he still had to personally check, otherwise he would still feel a little uneasy.
Now Ying Zichu is almost at the end of his life, and is only holding on with the breath of life that Chen Xuan gave him. Apart from this breath, he has nothing else.
The light beside the table was flickering slightly, which was particularly unusual, at least in Meng Que's eyes.
He felt a force, a murderous force.
This force was not coming towards him, but was just passing by, but it still made him feel a chill on his back.
"who!"
Meng Que could only draw his sword and roar. He didn't know where this force came from, nor did he know where it was going.
But what he was sure of was that this force was not friendly.
Chen Xuan saw it all clearly from above. It could be said that he had targeted this evil spirit as soon as it showed its head.
After all, not everyone has the luck of Night Owl, not to mention that this Night Owl has a hint of black jade on his head.
Ying Zichu didn't feel anything, just felt a little cold on his back. He thought it was the wind outside, but when he heard Meng Que's roar, he knew something had happened.
However, he is not panicked and will not panic.
What was there to fear about a dying man? He had struck every barrier in Xianyang City that needed to be struck, and had made every necessary arrangement. Although it wasn't a foolproof plan, it wouldn't cause any problems.
"Meng Que, is there a visitor?"
There were not many people who could be called guests by Ying Zichu, but they all stayed in their own country and naturally would not come to the Qin Xianyang Palace in the evening to cause trouble.
Then this guest refers to an assassin, not a friend.
Meng Que naturally knew about it, and he was now increasingly certain that an assassin was coming.
Although his roar could not be heard within a few miles, it was enough to summon the surrounding soldiers. Now that some time had passed and no soldiers had arrived, it meant that something had happened.
"Your Majesty, there are indeed visitors."
Meng Que slowly retreated towards Ying Zichu. Since no one came to rescue him from outside, he had to protect him with his life.
Ying Zichu just sat there without making any other movements, allowing Meng Que to protect him from behind.
He is not Ying Zheng and has no protection from the power of heaven. All he has is the person in front of him, and only Meng Que can take care of him.
"Since you are a guest, please come out and sit down. It's not good to hide all the time."
Ying Zichu's voice echoed in the palace, but there was no response at all. It seemed that there was no one, as if it was just Meng Que himself who was neurotic.
The lights were flickering, and the coolness was lingering around Ying Zichu and Meng Que.
The man still did not retreat.
Meng Que was tense and kept looking around the entire hall, wanting to see where that person was hiding.
Ying Zichu calmed his mind and stopped thinking about other things, and just started reading the memorial.
Time still passed, and apart from the chill, there was nothing else unusual.
Just when Meng Que breathed a sigh of relief, a shadow suddenly flashed by. When he turned around, he saw a person in coarse clothes sitting in front of Ying Zichu.
"Your Majesty is indeed diligent, even so late at night he is still concerned about state affairs."
The sound was like the howling of an owl at night, extremely creepy and not matching the man's expression at all.
Ying Zichu was startled at first, but then he lost all feeling and just looked up at the person in front of him wearing a half-mask.
"I am the King of Great Qin, after all, so I naturally have to pay more attention to it." Ying Zichu said calmly, then lowered his head, still reading the memorial. "I wonder what the Mohist Master wants to do in my Xianyang Palace?"
"I'm flattered that Your Majesty knows about us, the lowly people." Although he said this, his tone did not fluctuate at all, and even had a hint of sarcasm.
Meng Que naturally knew what the Mohists were.
Since the death of Mozi, the Mohist school gradually declined, and its influence in the Shandong states became smaller and smaller. Eventually, it was suppressed by Confucianism and could no longer raise its head. It was forced to enter Hangu Pass and come to the Qin State.
Although Qin knew that the Mohists had always been in the State of Qin, it had no intention of eradicating them. After all, the Mohists had quite a few talented people, and those who could be used by Qin were not enemies.
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