Mozi's gaze was intense. "It is indeed true. Since your Confucianism can follow the Great Qin, why can't the Mohism?"
Kong Jia's expression was quite complicated. "I didn't say it was impossible."
Ying Zheng's eyes darkened slightly as he began to ponder the matter.
Given the previously hostile relationship between the Mohists and the Qin Dynasty, their sudden declaration of submission raises serious concerns about potential conspiracies or schemes.
Ying Zheng also realized that Mozi's unusual behavior must be related to his meeting with his three sons.
After all, any one of them would be an absolute powerhouse, capable of stirring up trouble in any region, let alone three.
Even so, before the Qin Dynasty could figure out the Mohists' ideas, it absolutely could not easily trust them, lest it invite a wolf into its house.
[Dad, where is Dad?]
Suddenly a familiar voice rang in his mind. Ying Zheng looked up and saw a small figure walking over.
Seeing that Ying Zheng was about to leave, Mozi panicked and hurriedly cupped his hands, saying, "Your Majesty, what is your decision? The Mohists truly wish to submit to the Qin Dynasty. Your Majesty is wise!"
Not wanting to waste time on this matter, Ying Zheng replied, "Let's discuss it later!"
Mozi was somewhat flustered, wondering if Ying Zheng was trying to fob him off by not wanting to accept the Mohists. He quickly added, "As long as Your Majesty agrees to this, the Mohists will provide full support to the Qin Dynasty, both in terms of technology and manpower."
"It can be deployed as soon as His Majesty gives the order."
Ying Zheng did not stop walking. "Let's discuss it later!"
Mozi lowered his eyes slightly, looking quite disappointed. "Even this won't work?"
He now understands one thing very well: as long as he can get close to the Qin Dynasty, the Mohist school will surely rise to prominence.
After all, the strength of those three princes was enough to shake up the entire world, not to mention that the Qin Dynasty might have hidden strength.
The Qin Dynasty of today is not the same as the Qin Dynasty of the past.
Kong Jia walked up to him and said, "I understand you're eager to enter Qin, but isn't it too cheap to offer yourself up like this?"
The Confucianists, who obeyed the Qin Dynasty, also received treasures, unlike the Mohists who rushed to offer gifts in order to join.
Mozi glared at him, "What do you know?!"
If they had witnessed the prowess of those young masters, they would not only be willing to pay favors to them, but they might even consider acknowledging Ying Zheng as their father.
Kong Jia's eyes darkened slightly. "I'm just reminding you that you are a key member of the group. If word gets out that you're being given such a cheap price, it will bring shame to the Mo family."
"Yu'er!" Kong Jia heard Ying Zheng's voice as soon as he finished speaking.
He turned his head and saw the little guy in Ying Zheng's arms. His eyes lit up and he quickly went to greet him. "Young master, how did things go with what we discussed last time? You can ask for anything as long as you agree."
"I've just learned how to ride a horse. Why don't you ride with me while we talk? I've heard it's a favorite game for children."
Kong Jia, who had just been looking serious, suddenly turned to the little guy with a fawning expression.
Looking at Kong Jia's ingratiating gaze, Mozi was quite shocked. "Where do you get the nerve to talk to me like that?"
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The little guy was in Ying Zheng's arms, following him all the way, and then stopped in front of a tower.
The little boy looked at the towering tower and asked in confusion, "Is this the important matter Father Emperor mentioned?"
He was woken up early this morning by Consort Shu and fed breakfast. Afterwards, he was sent to Ying Zheng's place, as Ying Zheng had important business to attend to and insisted on taking him along.
Ying Zheng looked at the tower and replied, "This is the place. We don't need to worry about others, but I think Yu'er should know about this place."
Two guards opened the gate, and Ying Zheng carried the little one all the way to the top of the tower. Before they even entered, they could hear voices coming from inside.
"Alas, I am so sorry, Brother Zhang. I am so incompetent now. I have failed to fulfill your request and take good care of His Majesty."
It was Wang Jian sitting on the ground, holding a memorial tablet in his arms, looking sorrowful.
The name on the plaque was Zhang Han, a renowned general of the Qin Dynasty, a man of exceptional strength who made countless contributions to the Qin.
With a sorrowful expression, Wang Jian placed the memorial tablet back on the table, then took out a pot of wine and poured it on the ground, muttering, "This is your treasured Daughter's Red wine, don't waste it."
Suddenly the door was pushed open, and Ying Zheng walked in carrying the little one, his gaze falling on Wang Jian. "Sacrifices should say happy things, otherwise they will worry."
Upon seeing Ying Zheng, Wang Jian quickly stood up, bowed respectfully, and said, "Your Majesty is right, but this old minister suddenly thought of some very sad things, and couldn't help but..."
Ying Zheng looked at him and said, "Over the years, you have risked your life for me and protected my safety. In what way have you failed to take good care of me?"
The little guy nodded to himself.
The old man is a loyal and virtuous minister of Qin; Qin is truly blessed to have him!
Putting aside everything else, just considering that the Qin Dynasty was able to unify the six states, Wang Jian's contributions were countless.
To some extent, it could even be said that without the valiant and skilled warrior Wang Jian, it would have been questionable whether the Qin Dynasty could have unified the six kingdoms.
Wang Jian lowered his head slightly, his eyes dimming slightly. "But when Your Majesty is in danger, this old minister can only watch helplessly most of the time."
Countless images of Ying Zheng encountering danger flashed through his mind, whether it was encountering evil spirits, powerful assassins, or monsters.
As a veteran general who had followed Ying Zheng for many years, he felt a deep sense of guilt for being able to watch Ying Zheng in danger.
Ying Zheng looked at him and said, "If it weren't for that final battle, you wouldn't have ended up like this. It's not your fault; you sacrificed yourself for Qin."
As the supreme general of the Great Qin Dynasty, Wang Jian was once extremely powerful. His cultivation level was so high that countless cultivators were terrified of him, and evil spirits dared not approach him in the slightest.
But in the final battle, he sacrificed his cultivation to achieve victory, which is why he has become like this.
Even fierce generals like Zhang Han sacrificed themselves in that battle so that Qin could win, which led to Qin's unification of the six kingdoms today.
Wang Jian lowered his head and said, "That may be true, but weakness is weakness. This old minister has failed Your Majesty."
He could listen to words of comfort, but Wang Jian knew he couldn't take them seriously. To gain a foothold in this world and protect Ying Zheng, he still needed to possess formidable strength.
Otherwise, nothing can be accomplished.
The little guy suddenly looked up at Wang Jian and asked, "Your power hasn't disappeared, has it?"
Wang Jian was taken aback. "It didn't disappear?"
In order to win, he sacrificed most of his cultivation to help Zou Yan complete the formation, which led to the victory.
Logically speaking, their cultivation should have been lost in that formation and should no longer exist in the world.
Even Ying Zheng was quite shocked as he looked at the little guy.
The little guy replied, "It's just sealed away. If you find the materials that can break the seal, you can regain your power."
Wang Jian's eyes widened. "I can get my power back?"
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