Three days later, the emperor's army finally set off.
Outside Xianyang City.
The civil and military officials bid farewell to Emperor Shi Huang's troops and watched them leave.
"Alright, everyone. Now that Imperial Father is out, everyone can return to your duties. Everything will be as usual tomorrow. I hope everyone can support me during this period.”
Ying Zi Xuan looked at the Emperor Shi Huang's convoy that had already disappeared into the horizon, then turned around to look at the officials, revealing a warm smile.
This smile made everyone's scalps go numb.
Because at Ying Zi Xuan's waist, there was a no more than palm-sized exemption medal hanging.
It was something personally written by His Majesty.
"It's over. I see that Sixth Young Master's smile is so scary! Now that His Majesty had left, would he reveal his true colors?”
This thought appeared in everyone's mind.
However, they could not do anything about it.
That exemption medallion was like a sharp sword hanging over their heads.
...
"System? How am I going to release the Embroidered Uniform Guards I obtained?”
After dispersing the officials, the winner returned to his own palace.
The pressure of the First Emperor was too great.
Ever since the last time he offered the horseshoes and stirrels, the hundred Embroidered Uniform Guards and four Embroidered Uniform Guards that Ying Zi Xuan had obtained had never been released.
Now that his Imperial Father was gone, the biggest stone weighing on his head had also disappeared.
There were many things that he had to prepare.
Taking down a bamboo scroll from the bookshelf, Ying Zi Xuan looked at the contents on it while calling out to the system in his heart.
"Ding! The host only needs to directly choose to place the national fate gift. All gifts will be automatically given out. Furthermore, it will be forced to be reasonable."
While Ying Zi Xuan was still looking at the contents of the bamboo scroll, the system's voice had already reverberated in his mind.
"Forced justification? I like this. Then let's give them the gift of the country's fate!”
"Ding! The gift of national fortune has been released, and the four emissaries of the Jinyiwei and 100 soldiers of the Jinyiwei have been released. Set as Young Master Xuan's guard. The reward given by the fate of the country, the loyalty is forced to be: After
Ying Zi Xuan heard the system's words, he was also somewhat happy.
The system's forced justification was really a little perfunctory.
"This subordinate is the Embroidered Uniform Guard's Zhu Long. He has brought his subordinates, the Black Tiger, the Fire Phoenix, and the Black Tortoise. Greetings, Young Master!"
After the system finished casting, outside Ying Zi Xuan's main hall, a middle-aged man dressed in embroidered clothes, carrying a long and narrow wooden box on his back slowly walked in.
Behind him, there were three guards in embroidered clothes with sabers at their waists.
Outside the hall, there was an additional 100-man team.
Everyone in the square team was wearing brocade clothes and armor, and a long saber hung at their waists.
An invisible killing intent suddenly spread out.
"Alright, you guys go down and wait for orders
."
Ying Zi Xuan's gaze leisurely looked at the bamboo scroll in front of him.
If you want to make the country prosperous, you must first quell the internal troubles, and then cut off the foreign invasion.
Just as he was thinking about where he should start from.
An invisible oppressive aura had already begun to pervade Xianyang City.
At Wang Jian's residence.
After respectfully sending off the Emperor, the old general Wang Jian returned to his own residence.
He took off his armor and sighed as soon as he sat down.
"Father, why are you constantly sighing today? Are you feeling unwell?"
His son, Wang Ben, saw that his father, who was over 70 years old, was always in high spirits despite his illness.
However, after respectfully sending off His Majesty today, his eyes were filled with worry.
He couldn't help but ask worriedly.
"You can't spit out ivory from your dog mouth! Are you hoping that I'm not feeling well?”
Faced with his son's question, Wang Jian, who was already somewhat depressed in his heart, directly rolled his eyes at his son.
He was already a father, but he didn't have the ability to read people's expressions.
If I don't scold you, you won't know where you went wrong.
"Uh... Father, I'm just concerned about you!"
Wang Ben was dumbfounded after being scolded for no reason.
I didn't say anything wrong!
Why did he get scolded for no reason?
"Hey, you. When can I be at ease! Do you know that His Majesty has asked me to assist the Sixth Young Master in supervising the country?”
"I know that! I was in the palace that day. This is because His Majesty trusts you. This is a good thing!”
"A good thing? Good my ass!"
Wang Jian looked at his son with a disappointed expression.
"Just from the short conversation I had with Young Master Xuan that day, I could feel that Young Master Xuan was definitely not simple. Moreover, the thing he offered to His Majesty was extraordinary. His Majesty has asked me to assist the next round. I might as well value and test Gongzi Xuan's intentions. Sigh... My Wang Clan originally didn't want to get involved in the fight for the heir, but now, His Majesty is insisting on pulling this old bone in.”
Wang Jian was the greatest contributor to the unification of Great Qin.
The drawings of horseshoes and stirrels that Ying Zi Xuan had offered, the First Emperor's subordinates naturally found him first.
Wang Jian, who had been on the battlefield for a generation, merely took a glance and understood the value of this thing.
That night, he chatted with the Emperor for a long time before leaving the palace.
However, it was because of this that he understood the significance and risks of the sixth young master's supervision of the country.
If he was not careful, there would be mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
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