“If we have no legitimate reason to attack, it will be very difficult to remove Lü Buwei from power.” Ying Zheng’s eyes were solemn, and his two sword-like eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
Despite Lü Buwei's skillful management of the court, there's really nothing wrong with him that could be used to dismiss him; you can't just take him down without saying anything.
How can we gain the trust of the people in the future?
The wicked man suddenly became excited. If this matter were to be accomplished, history would be changed because of his existence, greatly shortening the time it would take for Ying Zheng to assume personal rule.
"Your Majesty, there is something I am unsure whether I should say."
Ying Zheng was taken aback at first, then said irritably, "You dare to urge me to deal with Lü Buwei, and you're suddenly being cautious?"
The wicked man chuckled and muttered two words in a low voice, "Lao Ai is a fake eunuch."
Ying Zheng's expression changed drastically in an instant, his gloomy face flashing with cold killing intent. This was not directed at his wicked husband, but rather as he recalled the past.
His mother was the daughter of a powerful family in the State of Zhao. She was initially a concubine of Lü Buwei, and later offered to Prince Zichu of Qin. After giving birth to him, she was made his wife, and when Zichu ascended the throne, she was made his queen.
Back then, countless people gossiped openly and secretly, spreading rumors that he was actually Lü Buwei's son and that he was a bastard, and he could only silently endure it.
But what about the mother?
She was romantic and unrestrained by nature, and unwilling to remain a widow at a young age. After her father's death, while she was still young, she rekindled her old relationship with Lü Buwei and often secretly had affairs with him.
His mother seemed to disregard his dignity as the son of a king, ignoring him and continuing her debauchery.
He knew all of this.
Fortunately, perhaps fearing for his own safety, Lü Buwei broke off his affair with his mother, Zhao Ji, which made him very happy.
Therefore, when Lü Buwei sent Lao Ai into the palace, he said that the man was quite clever and could stay by Zhao Ji's side to relieve her boredom. He personally nodded his approval, which can be regarded as a way to appease and compensate his mother.
Unexpectedly, today this wicked husband actually said that Lao Ai was a fake eunuch?
"How did you learn of this? Are you certain?" Ying Zheng's voice was deep and authoritative, and his gaze was like a sharp sword piercing the wicked husband.
The wicked man froze, wishing he could slap himself twice across the face; he had truly become too smug!
Just now, I was so busy instigating the punishment of Lü Buwei that I blurted out whatever came to mind, completely forgetting about the taboos and how to reasonably explain the source of the information.
"this...."
"Your Majesty, this is absolutely true." The wicked man had a sudden inspiration, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes. "We have to thank Wu Shi Luo for this. In order to find a powerful backer, he spared no expense to seek information about high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Xianyang City."
"I would rather die than let my fellow Daoist die; I cannot allow Ying Zheng to harbor resentment!"
Besides, from the day Wu Shi Luo started doing business with the Quanrong, his inevitable death was already predetermined. Whether he gets blamed or not is insignificant.
Ying Zheng frowned, his heart churning with turmoil. He didn't dwell too much on the source of the information, but recalling the strange clues from the past, he immediately felt that this matter was true.
"Lao Ai, Lü Buwei..."
Ying Zheng was burning with rage, a rage beyond words. He knew Lü Buwei's cunning and manipulative nature, but he never expected him to be so audacious as to send a fake eunuch into the palace to commit adultery.
This was not only an insult to him, but also a disgrace to the entire Qin state.
"Your Majesty, if we can use this matter, we can not only remove Lü Buwei from office, but also completely eliminate his influence in the palace." Seeing that Ying Zheng had no objections, the wicked man continued, his voice tinged with excitement.
To be honest, he really wanted to see what Lao Ai was capable of and see if he really knew the 'Wheel Reincarnation Technique'!
After a long silence, Ying Zheng suppressed his murderous intent, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said in a low voice, "That Lao Ai, relying on the Empress Dowager's trust, has been recruiting retainers and manipulating court officials."
"Now his henchmen are no less powerful than Lü Buwei."
The wicked man raised an eyebrow, his face showing disdain. He was about to say something when Ying Zheng stopped him with a gesture.
“I understand what you mean, but scandals must not be publicized…” Ying Zheng continued, “Give us a year to intensify the training of the Iron Eagle Swordsmen…”
The wicked husband thought to himself, "That makes sense. Even ordinary families know that family scandals should not be aired in public, let alone Ying Zheng, the ruler of a country."
It wouldn't be impossible for Wang Jian and others to mobilize troops to capture Lao Ai, but with so many people involved, the scandal would inevitably spread. It's understandable that Ying Zheng wanted the Iron Eagle Swordsmen to take charge.
"Then let it be one year. After one year, the Iron Eagle Swordsman will use thunderous force to clear away all obstacles for the King, thus serving as the prelude to the Iron Eagle Swordsman's reappearance."
Having said that, the wicked man got up to take his leave, leaving Ying Zheng, who was lost in thought, to continue sitting blankly in the hall.
......
The next morning.
"All troops assemble!"
The wicked man got up very early and rushed to the Zhushan camp with large bags and small packages. In order to intensify the training of the Iron Eagle Swordsmen, he decided to station himself on Zhushan from today.
Three thousand soldiers moved at the command, forming neat ranks, each one spirited and imposing.
The wicked man nodded in satisfaction, his heart filled with anticipation for their future performance. He then informed Zhang Han and the other two of the training plan he had prepared in advance.
Having already witnessed the cruelty of her husband, Erniu and Chunning were alright, though their legs felt weak and they didn't raise any questions.
"this...."
Zhang Han looked terrified. "General, this... isn't this going to kill our comrades?" He prided himself on his extraordinary physique, but even he felt he couldn't withstand it.
The wicked man said meaningfully, "In the future, the Iron Eagle Swordsmen will face enemies several times their number. If they do not want to die, they must sweat more in peacetime so that they will bleed less in battle."
"I'll say it again: those who are afraid can leave, including you."
Zhang Han's expression suddenly turned serious, and he immediately shut his mouth.
"Alright, if there are no problems, go and organize your own training." The wicked man's lips curled into a sinister smile as he said, "I will live with you on Zhushan Mountain and keep an eye on you, conducting assessments every seven days to review your training results."
"The one ranked last...heh..."
The three of them couldn't help but shudder. Even a fool could guess that the last one would suffer a terrible fate.
"Aren't you going yet?" Seeing the three of them standing there dumbfounded, the wicked husband urged them impatiently.
The three men snapped out of their daze and quickly ran to their team, leading them directly to the pre-assigned training area to begin training.
Before long, Zhushan became extremely lively, with shouts and roars coming one after another, and the soldiers were full of fighting spirit.
But as time went by, the originally loud voice slowly disappeared, becoming low and weak, and mixed with painful groans.
"Work hard, quit early, or you'll only have bones to gnaw on tonight!" The wicked husband shouted from the high platform, his smile full of wicked amusement.
I have to say, seeing others suffer is incredibly satisfying.
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