Chapter 18 Qin 18
Zhao quickly realized, "Wait a minute, you mean you can do it? How is that possible?!"
She quickly did the math: "Even if you ask the country to cut back on spending, you still can't suddenly support this extra population."
“The captured laborers are enemy soldiers. If we don’t kill them, we have to keep them under guard. The cost of this is not something that can be easily explained.”
Does she really think she doesn't know what productivity is these days? Qin and Zhao are so close, yet the difference in land productivity isn't as vast as heaven and earth.
"Of course I understand, but you don't need to know the reasons. You just need to know that I agreed to your request, and the King of Qin also agreed to your request."
Zhao gave Qin a deep look, doubting Guo Sheng, and forced a laugh: "So you really are blessed by fate..."
Qin smiled gently and said, "There's no need to be envious. In the future, everyone in the world will receive this favor."
Her smile was gentle, but her words revealed a sharp ambition.
"..." Zhao was silent for a moment, took a deep breath. She should have been terrified of her inevitable death, but at this moment she was able to calmly accept this destined future.
She knew that 'Qin' never used empty words to save the country; even if it harmed the country, it did so openly and decisively.
She didn't know what gave 'Qin' her confidence, but she thought she wouldn't have to worry about her child being defeated, captured, and killed.
"I hope you can really do what Zhou couldn't do. Zhou's methods can't bind everyone, and the world is still full of strife. I hope your methods can bring peace to the world and ensure that the prosperous era never ends."
After Zhao finished speaking, she stood up. She didn't really want to stay there any longer. She was afraid that if she stayed even a moment longer, she would impulsively question Qin about why all the benefits were hers.
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All the other states had left, leaving only 'Qin' and Ying Ji. 'Qin' spoke first: 'I don't know how much you'll remember after you leave here, so let's not talk about the agreement with Zhao for now.'
"Zheng'er, what do you plan to do?"
When Ying Ji learned that Ying Zheng was still in the State of Zhao, he calmed down and narrowed his eyes to analyze, "Zheng'er should be the child that Zi Chu left in the State of Zhao. If that is the case, it would be too conspicuous to forcibly bring him back to the country."
Qin nodded slightly: "That's what I mean too. Now that Zhao is watching over Zhao, he is not in danger of dying prematurely."
This sounds strange, like an enemy country raising its own child... But thinking back to when he was investigating illegitimate children, he heard that Zichu had a concubine from Zhao, so Zhao probably thought that Zheng'er was half her child because of that.
“The King of Zhao is not so easily fooled, and there has been no good reason to bring him back in recent years.”
Ying Ji agreed, saying, "It would be too conspicuous to suddenly bring back the son of an insignificant young master. It would be different if Zichu became the crown prince and the heir apparent of Qin. Zhao Ji is also a Zhao person, and the King of Zhao would take the initiative to send them back because the crown prince's wife is a Zhao person."
“Even if he doesn’t think of that, I will find someone to bribe a minister to whisper in King Zhao’s ear.”
But all of this will have to wait until after his death; he will never have the chance to see his beloved great-grandson in reality.
Qin noticed Ying Ji's regret and pondered for a moment before saying, "We can't see each other in reality, but we can in dreams."
She temporarily stepped out of the role of 'Qin' and checked her backend to see the amount of energy she was naturally recovering.
After a quick calculation, he said, "However, a person's soul cannot enter another's dream frequently; at most, once a month, you can see him in your dream."
Ying Ji's eyes lit up. After learning about this restriction, he imagined even more possibilities and hurriedly said, "Then I will go into Zheng'er's dream."
This potential risk cannot be borne by his precious great-grandson; he's about to die anyway, so it doesn't matter if he takes on a little more risk.
Ying Ji began to secretly plan what lessons he would teach his great-grandson when he saw him in his dreams.
That's right! Such a rare opportunity should be used to give his future successor a good talk about how a king should be, how to manage his subordinates, and what the composition of 'Qin' is.
He will personally make up for all the education his grandson missed in the State of Zhao!
"Mother, if I want a book in my dream, can you conjure it up for me?"
He called Qin "mother" with perfect fluency, for it was his motherland!
"..." Qin understood what Ying Ji was planning to do. Zheng Zai was going to have another remote online course taught by Ying Ji. So he explained, "Although the master of the dream is Zheng'er, you are, after all, someone I put in there, so you have a certain degree of control. As for whether you can do it, that depends on yourself."
She didn't speak too definitively. It's incredibly difficult for a person to control their dreams. In reality, it's all done by her brain's neural pathways. Whether she can conjure up that book in her dream depends on whether she has the book in her database.
She silently added a task to her mental notebook: she had to go to the Qin King's Palace library to see what books the Qin King might have read, otherwise it would be embarrassing if she couldn't conjure up the textbook for online classes.
Ying Ji nodded confidently: "I am confident that if I have memorized those books, I will be able to conjure them up in my dreams."
Qin praised, "Excellent! Go and think about what you want to teach in the dream. A month after your last dream meeting, you can enter Zheng'er's dream again."
Ying Ji smiled and agreed. He was a little smug as he stood up and walked. Qin had praised him. Which feudal lord in history had received such an honor? Regardless of why he was praised, he was praised nonetheless.
He walked happily in the garden, almost turning around on the spot, but Ying Ji still maintained his composure as the King of Qin.
After walking a distance, he looked back and saw the figure behind him gradually fading away.
After a while, he realized that he had not forgotten these memories, although this was probably because he was really going to die... but Ying Ji was still quite happy.
What could be more gratifying than knowing in advance that your offspring won't be a spendthrift, especially since 'Qin' just personally confirmed it to him?
Having dedicated his life to unification, Ying Ji felt he could die without regrets. Even in death, he believed that others would continue along the path he had paved.
He has successors, and there are always people to follow in his footsteps, so what does he have to fear?!
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Zhu Qing'ai's disappearing figure wasn't to slack off; she had something to do. She headed straight for the place where the palace's books were stored.
Upon entering the room, one can see stacks of scrolls piled on the shelves, and there are many such rooms...
These letters are not only books written by people, but also letters reviewed by Qin kings of various dynasties. Those that have survived are naturally extremely important, while trivial matters have long been dealt with.
The most frustrating thing is that these are only roughly categorized; there are no more detailed classifications, so she has to identify them one by one.
Whether for humans or systems, ancient written language is undoubtedly the most difficult to unify.
Spoken language sounds different, but the meaning isn't too hard to understand. Written language is different; at this point, written language is as concise as possible, sometimes using a single word to replace a whole line. Her vision went black as if she saw her future, where she had been reading until she died.
I just hope that the database left to her by the lovely former system 9 contains this kind of data, so that she can suffer less.
Zhu Qing'ai: ...!
A note from the author:
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Qin: I'm sorry, kid, I signed you up for an online course as soon as I got home.
Author: I have to study whether I'm asleep or awake, it's so exhausting, thankfully it's not every day.
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