"Fan Zeng invites King Qin to the banquet?" Lingfen smiled slightly, "Mr. Fan Zeng really dares to think that although Xianyang City still needs water from the Wei River for irrigation, it is already impregnable against them, so why do we still want to enter the tiger's mouth?"

Han Tan hesitated, as if implying that Ziying had a reason to go.

Ziying stared at Han Tan, her thoughts drifting to Lishan Mountain, 70 kilometers away to the east, and a trace of anger rushed to the top of her head.

"Old man Fan Zeng wants to threaten me with the tombs of Commander Yang and Marquis Wucheng?!!"

Han Tan hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, calm down!"

Lingfen glanced at Han Tan complainingly, Han Tan really shouldn't have told Ziying.

Ziying clutched the edge of the bed with both hands, "What the old man wants to touch most must be the First Emperor's mausoleum. The First Emperor's mausoleum is very hidden and has many traps. They use this as a threat, old bastard!"

"Since the King of Qin worships me as his teacher, he can also be regarded as a disciple of the Mohist family. The ancestor Mozi has a chapter called "Burial", which states that death is like a lamp extinguishing, so the King of Qin does not need to take risks for the deceased." Lingfen patted Ziying's back with his hand to comfort him.

"I never thought about asking the king to go to the banquet." Han Tan knelt down and explained, "I just can't bear to let the two commanders die and their bodies will be left unprotected. The king may not go to the banquet and think of other options."

"Is there any other plan besides going to the banquet?" Ziying smiled bitterly, regretting that he did not build the tombs of the two commanders in the city.

During the Chu-Han War, Xiang Yu arrested Liu Bang's father and threatened Liu Bang. Liu Bang could directly say to Xiang Yu, "I am an old man, and I will definitely cook him, so I am lucky enough to share a piece of the soup."

That was when Liu Bang and Xiang Yu made an appointment as brothers in front of King Huai of Chu, but Xiang Yu hesitated.

Ziying did not have this condition. After Xiang Yu conquered Xianyang City, he massacred the city. If he dared to say so, Xiang Yu had no worries.

"Ten years ago, I and Mr. Fan Zeng had many discussions in Juhuan, Chu. For the sake of the peace of the two commanders, I am willing to go to the Chu camp to intercede for the king." This is Lingfen's only way.

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"Master, don't bother." Ziying quickly refused, "Fan Zeng is no more principled than Zhang Liang. He will do anything for Xiang Yu. The Xianyang City built in one day is so strong, I'm afraid Fan Zeng's purpose is the master."

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?" Han Tan asked anxiously.

Ziying was very annoyed by being called, and had no countermeasures in his mind. The current situation was exactly as the fortune teller in the ancestral temple said that day, even if there was a glimmer of hope, it would be full of difficulties.

Yang Duan and his thin and wrinkled face appeared in his dreams from time to time, and Ziying could not resolutely abandon his body.

"Mr. Zhongling, please call the fortune teller and ask him to do the calculations for me. Whether you go or not depends on the hexagrams he divined." Ziying said, holding his forehead and breathing heavily.

"Is the king serious?!" Lingfen looked displeased.

"Master, is there anything wrong with this?" Ziying was puzzled. The master always had a good temper, why did he suddenly become like this?

Lingfen stood up from the couch, turned his back to Ziying and said coldly, "The Mohist family has a chapter called "Ming Gui". The ghosts and gods in the world are the spirits of the ancestors in heaven. They only need to be reverent and do not need to believe. The king wants to rot flesh and bones.

I am upset and want to resort to illusory divination, but I really miss the point of Mohism!"

"Master, I..."

Ziying wanted to explain, but Lingfen walked away.

"Your Majesty, I will go and chase Mr. Lingfen back." Han Tan stood up quickly.

"No need." Ziying leaned on the bed and sighed.

He knew that Lingfen was pretending to be angry because he didn't want him to be in danger. When Gai Nie died, Lingfen was dressed in white robes. How could he not understand Ziying's current mood?

"Does the minister still need to find a fortune teller?" Han Tan asked.

"Forget it, my master's hatred for those things is real. There is no need to get in trouble with him." Ziying pushed himself up and got out of bed, "Let the messenger tell Fan Zeng that I am injured and need to live a while."

Only then can I go to the banquet, now I will help the widow to go to the harem."

"But the king's body..." Han Tan looked worried. The army was pressing in outside. Ziying's body was like this. He was still thinking about the woman?

"What are you talking about? I have some issues that must be resolved, otherwise I'm afraid it will be too late." Ziying said.

Xiang Yu invaded Xianyang, kidnapped all the women in the harem, and moved from one cold palace to another.

This is the fate of women in this era. As the King of Qin, Ziying needs to do something for his people. At least he must give them the right to control their own destiny.

The word "king" should not just mean holding a high position.

"Your Majesty, you have to wait until your body recovers to continue the family line." Han Tan replied cautiously.

Ziying was too lazy to pay attention to him, "If I let Zong Zheng, Zhi Su Neishi and... Shaofu follow me, I would have wasted so many years in the harem. I need to compensate them."

Han Tan immediately realized what Ziying meant, "The king plans to dismiss the harem?!"

"Is Aiqing feeling distressed?" Ziying teased.

Han Tan looked ugly, "The harem belongs to the king, and must not be dispersed, otherwise where is the majesty of the king?!"

"Royal power? Majesty?" Ziying smiled bitterly, "Han Aiqing, don't deceive yourself. Liu Bang, Xiang Yu, Yu Ziqi, none of them care more about my majesty, and I don't need their care. I just want to do what I should do."

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"But this kind of thing has never happened in our ancestors!" Ziying wanted to dismiss the harem. Han Tan admired him from the bottom of his heart, but as a minister, he could not watch Ziying act like this. If Ziying left a bad name, he, a close minister,

He is the eternal sinner.

"The title of 'Emperor' has never been given to our ancestors, and the First Emperor just did it. All the major princes in the Zhou Dynasty had posthumous titles after their death, and this was also discontinued when they came to the First Emperor. The last thing the people of Qin need is the reputation of future generations.

Comment!" Ziying said decisively.

Han Tan couldn't agree. If what he wanted to do was really accomplished, wouldn't the outsiders who married palace people think that they were no different from the king? How could they still shout "King for ten thousand years"?

"If your Majesty really intends to do this, please allow me to commit suicide in the palace!" Han Tan puffed up his chest and stared directly at the wall, as if he was determined to die.

Ziying leaned helplessly on the bedside. She really didn't expect Han Tan's reaction to be so big.

The difference in concepts after thousands of years was destined to be unacceptable to Han Tan, but Ziying could not let the palace attendants die of old age in the palace.

"Uh-huh." Ziying cleared her throat, "Han Aiqing, the current situation is like this. Liu Bang and Xiang Yu are tightly surrounding the city. The grains in Xianyang Palace are limited. If these palace ladies accompany them to eat together, they won't be able to eat for long.

.I am thinking about the future of Great Qin, doesn’t Aiqing understand?”

Han Tan blinked, thinking that what Ziying said made sense.

"Then the king must keep some, otherwise there will be no one to pass on the Ying family's bloodline." Han Tan reminded.
Chapter completed!