Inside the carriage, the little one slept soundly in Ying Zheng's arms, while Fusu, Ying Liu, and Huhai sat opposite Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng's gaze fell on the three of them, his eyes showing a rare hint of heartache. "You've worked hard."
Others might only see the three's prowess and marvel at their strength and extraordinary talent.
But as a father, Ying Zheng's first reaction upon learning of their strength was heartache.
They were once just ordinary children, with their own innocence, living their own little lives, just like any other child.
But for various reasons, they had to become stronger and grow, which is how they achieved their current strength.
Although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ying Zheng could easily imagine how much hardship, bitterness, and difficulty they had endured to get to where they were today, before they could stand before him like this.
Fusu smiled slightly, "Father, you don't need to worry about your son. I am very happy to learn from General Meng."
Xiao Huhai replied, "My son is the same. He practices swordsmanship with his master every day. It's tiring, but I feel very fulfilled."
Ying Liu replied, "Me too. Although I can't come back often now, no one can bully me outside. As for hardship, it's not that hard."
He frowned slightly, suddenly thinking of those evil spirits in the underworld; perhaps those evil spirits had it even harder.
Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, "How are you learning from Meng Tian?"
Fusu replied, "Your subject has already conquered the Nanlin Valley area with General Meng. At this rate, it's only a matter of time before we defeat the Xiongnu."
Upon hearing the name of the place, Ying Zheng's expression showed slight surprise. "Nanlin Valley? That place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and its terrain is especially suitable for setting traps. How did you manage to break through it?"
That was a famous pass of the Xiongnu, known for being easy to defend and difficult to attack. Many traps could be set up in advance, and only a hundred people were needed to guard it, which could easily stop tens of thousands of troops.
Fusu replied, "There are indeed many traps over there due to the terrain, which initially gave General Meng a lot of trouble. No matter how many troops we sent, it was difficult to break through. Sometimes, not only did it have no effect, it also caused us heavy losses."
This statement was within Ying Zheng's expectations, and he was not particularly surprised.
After all, that region is like that; if you were to launch a direct assault, you would suffer heavy losses, otherwise it wouldn't be so famous.
Ying Zheng frowned slightly and asked again, "So how did you finally break through?"
Fusu replied, "In the end, I leveled those mountains with a few punches, and the traps disappeared. We broke through them with ease."
Ying Zheng's eyes widened, and he looked at Fusu with a complicated expression. "What did you do to the mountain?"
He even doubted whether he had misheard.
It was truly shocking that Fusu, who was always so fond of literature, would say such a thing.
Moreover, the content of this statement sounds quite mysterious.
How many punches?
Flatten the mountain?
Something just doesn't feel right.
Fusu replied, "Your Majesty, I had no choice but to do this. I am different from before. After reading the secret manual given to me by my younger brother, I have been able to master that power."
Ying Zheng's expression was quite complicated. "I can tell."
The old Fusu would never have done such a thing.
After easing the tension, Ying Zheng looked at Ying Liu again, "How have you been lately, Xiao Liu?"
Ying Liu replied, "It's great! I'm so happy that it's full of evil spirits over there. I can refine hundreds or even thousands of them every day and still not finish. It's truly a treasure land!"
Ying Zheng's lips twitched slightly. "I see."
He sighed inwardly, thinking how times had truly changed.
The son, who used to be terrified of evil spirits, was now surprisingly excited in a place full of them, which was something the father never expected.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Huhai.
Little Hu Hai also looked at him expectantly, ready to answer his question.
Ying Zheng said, "I will not ask you any further."
Xiao Hu Hai was taken aback. "Huh?"
He had already thought about how to answer.
He's doing quite well. He practices swordsmanship every day and occasionally cuts through mountains and rivers for fun. He's getting by.
Ying Zheng said, "Their answers were so impactful, you must be no ordinary person either. I'd better not ask any further."
Extreme mood swings are bad for your health.
Just then, an old figure suddenly landed in front of the carriage, blocking its path.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers immediately drew their longswords and pointed them at Mozi, their eyes wary as they shouted, "Who dares to block our way?!"
Sensing the old man's powerful aura, Xiaoyao's gaze became wary.
Mozi stared coldly at the carriage. "I am Mozi of the Mohist school. I request an audience with Your Majesty."
Inside the carriage, Ying Zheng's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, "Mozi of the Mohist School?"
The Mohist school was also a super-powerful family with profound knowledge and skills, especially in the research of mechanical beasts, which they mastered and created many exquisite weapons, truly capable of killing people invisibly.
The Mohist disciples are spread throughout the world, numbering in great numbers, making them an extremely powerful force.
Ying Zheng lifted the curtain and stepped out, his gaze falling on the old man in black robes. "You've come to see me?"
Mozi met Ying Zheng's gaze and said, "I have come to discuss something with Your Majesty."
Ying Zheng's eyes flickered slightly. "Discuss matters?"
He had no recollection of any interaction with the Mohists, one so important that Mozi himself had to come forward to talk to him.
Mozi looked at him and said, "Your Majesty, please cancel the cooperation between Qin and Confucianism and set the Confucianists free."
Ying Zheng's eyes were indifferent. "My dealings with the Confucian school were voluntary, and Kong Jia personally agreed to them. How dare you interfere?"
Mozi did not believe this explanation and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty knows in your heart whether it was voluntary or not. The Confucian school has always had a bad impression of the Qin Dynasty, but now they have suddenly changed their tune. Anyone who hears this will be shocked."
He was aware of the Confucian attitude towards the Qin Dynasty, which was one of dislike and even disgust.
The fact that such Confucian scholars would turn against the Qin Dynasty inevitably leads people to speculate wildly.
Moreover, Mozi knew about the Qin Dynasty's previous arrest of Confucian disciples, so he naturally connected these events and concluded that the Qin Dynasty must be threatening the Confucian school.
Ying Zheng's eyes turned slightly cold. "What if I don't?"
Although the Mohists were powerful, anyone who wanted to criticize them should carefully consider their own capabilities.
Mozi's eyes darkened slightly. "Then His Majesty's crisis may be insurmountable."
As soon as he finished speaking, several terrifying auras swept in from all directions, rapidly approaching Ying Zheng's direction.
Ying Zheng's expression suddenly turned cold. "The Mohists want to go to war with the Qin Dynasty?"
Mozi shook his head slightly, "No, no, the Mohists have no reason to oppose the Qin Dynasty."
As he spoke, his eyes turned slightly cold, "But other forces do have them."
As soon as he finished speaking, several figures exuding powerful auras landed in all directions, surrounding the carriage.
Mozi spoke up, saying, "If Your Majesty agrees to my conditions, in exchange, the Mohist school is willing to step in and resolve this crisis."
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