Zizhen chuckled, "Our Mohist school has just developed a gunpowder formula..." He smiled mysteriously, "Not only will it produce a loud bang, but it will also leave various colors in the air. If the Grand Commandant is interested, why not give it a try?"
"What?" The wicked man's eyes lit up. "Really? You even made fireworks?!"
"Absolutely true!" Xiangli He said, pulling a small packet from his sleeve. "Would the Grand Commandant like to try it?"
The wicked husband could no longer restrain himself and quickly ordered someone to fetch a tinderbox.
Then Xianglihe sprinkled the powder into the air, lit it with fire, and immediately made a "crackling" sound, leaving behind streaks of colorful light in the air.
"Brilliant!" The wicked man clapped his hands and laughed. "That's it! When His Majesty ascends the summit, we'll set off these all around. Let the whole world see that our Great Qin can even set off fireworks from the sky!"
Zong Zheng, watching from the side, shook his head repeatedly: "Grand Commandant, this is too..."
"Too what?" the wicked man retorted. "Too novel? Too amazing? Isn't that perfect? If we're going to create something new, it has to be different from everyone else. You just wait, once this Fengshan ceremony is held, I guarantee it will spread throughout the world!"
After dismissing the Zongzheng and the Mo family member, the wicked man summoned Zhang Erhe: "Go, have someone investigate the terrain around Mount Tai. If we're going to build a temple, we need to choose a good location first."
"And one more thing," he added, "have more provisions and tents prepared. This huge project won't be finished anytime soon; the craftsmen need to camp on the mountain."
"Oh, right!" he remembered something else, "Have the Black Ice Guard send more people to keep a close eye on the construction. These kinds of places are prone to accidents; we absolutely can't let those scoundrels take advantage of any loopholes..."
Zhang Erhe looked at his incessantly chattering husband and couldn't help but chuckle: "Grand Commandant, are you really that concerned?"
"Of course!" the wicked man said solemnly. "This is a momentous event for us all. When history books record it, the first emperor to perform the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai will be our Emperor. How prestigious would that be?"
As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something: "That's right, have people collect all the fine jade that has been presented as tribute from various places. We need to have a set of clothes made for His Majesty, it has to be magnificent like never before..."
Zhang Erhe shook his head helplessly. This guy really thought of everything.
"What are you laughing at?" The wicked husband glared at him. "These are all important matters! Go, go, go, hurry up and prepare. This Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai is a matter of utmost importance; we can't be careless!"
As evening approached, someone from the palace came to inquire about the progress of the project.
The wicked man was about to reply when he suddenly remembered something: "Wait!"
"Is there anything else, Grand Commandant?"
"Go back and tell His Majesty," the wicked man winked, "that I, the Grand Commandant, have prepared a surprise for him. On the day of the summit, I guarantee His Majesty will be truly amazed!"
After the visitor left, Zhang Erhe asked curiously, "Grand Commandant, what surprise did you prepare?"
"Hehe." The wicked man chuckled mysteriously, "You'll see when the time comes. Doesn't everyone say that our Great Qin only knows how to fight and kill? When they see the grand spectacle on Mount Tai, won't they be dumbfounded?"
As he spoke, he picked up the blueprints again: "Go, summon all the craftsmen. The design of this palace needs to be revised..."
As the sun sets, it bathes the courtyard of the Grand Commandant's mansion in a golden hue.
The wicked husband stood in the courtyard, gazing at the rosy clouds filling the sky, feeling an indescribable joy.
Isn't the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai meant to give the world a big surprise?
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he quickly ordered someone to bring him pen and ink: "Come, come, write this down for me. This imperial palace, it must be..."
Zhang Erhe watched him scribbling and drawing, and couldn't help but smile.
This guy really goes to great lengths!
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"Isn't it said that construction is difficult in winter? This is perfect!"
The wicked man lay sprawled in his tent halfway up Mount Tai, stuffing roasted meat into his mouth as he spoke to the site manager.
"Grand Commandant..." the site foreman said with a bitter face, "You have no idea, the workers have been almost frozen to death these past few days. If it weren't for those two from the Mo family coming up with that heating contraption, we probably wouldn't even have been able to set up camp."
"What's there to be afraid of!" the wicked husband waved his hand dismissively. "We've got a solution, haven't we? By the way, how far have you gotten with the stone steps?"
"Reporting to the Grand Commandant, we've already reached the halfway point up the mountain." The site manager wiped the sweat from his brow, "But going further up will be difficult. The mountain is too steep, and transporting the stones up..."
"What do you mean by difficult!" The wicked man put down the meat in his hand, glaring at him. "This is the path His Majesty is taking up the mountain, and you still think it's difficult? Look at Xiangli He and Zizhen, didn't they fix their crane? They just used that to lift the stones up!"
"But Grand Commandant, that crane..." The site manager hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.
"What happened to the crane?"
"That thing works well, but it's too much trouble to carry it up the mountain. We've only lifted half of it, and then..."
The wicked man slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "What do you mean, 'so what'! You can't even handle this small matter? How is His Majesty supposed to ascend the mountain when he gets on the throne? Am I supposed to carry His Majesty up there?"
"Well... it's not impossible..." The site manager's forehead was covered in even more sweat.
"Alright, I'll figure something out." The wicked husband rolled his eyes at him, then sighed. "You go down and prepare. Remember, the stone steps must be wide and stable, and the railings on both sides must be sturdy. In case it snows on the day we climb the mountain..."
Just then, a commotion broke out outside.
"What's going on?" The wicked husband lifted the curtain.
"Grand Commandant!" Zhang Erhe rushed over. "Xiangli He says he has a solution!"
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