Thinking of Chunyu Yue, as the head of the Confucian school in Qin, enjoying great fame with disciples spread far and wide.
Now he actually has to apologize to a martial artist.
Moreover, he must visit in person and obtain the forgiveness of this martial artist.
To Chunyu Yue, this was humiliation!
But he had no choice but to do it.
For himself, and even more for Fusu!
Within Zhangtai Palace!
Ying Zheng and Zhao Feng were chatting while handling memorials, the time passing by.
Soon it was time for the meal.
"Great King."
"The meal is ready, shall it be served?"
Zhao Gao’s voice echoed outside the hall.
"Time flies indeed."
"It’s already noon."
Ying Zheng put down the memorial in his hand and said somewhat wearily.
"The Great King is truly diligent."
Looking at the stack of memorials beside the table, Zhao Feng sincerely remarked.
"The Great Qin Territory is vast, daily memorials from various counties are numerous, everything requires my handling, lest a disaster befall due to neglect."
"I would rather be weary than have those places suffer." Ying Zheng said seriously.
"The Great King is virtuous." Zhao Feng said admiringly.
For Ying Zheng’s diligent governance, Zhao Feng naturally admired him, though in his heart, Zhao Feng had his own thoughts.
"Once the End of Qin truly arrives, and a new dynasty is established, I must nurture Qi’er, then lead armies out to conquer and pick attributes."
"Otherwise, sitting and handling memorials all day is too dull." Zhao Feng thought to himself.
Being Emperor is great.
But reviewing memorials all day is not.
"I’ve said so much, this kind of weariness, can it be that you still don’t understand?" Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Feng, speaking somewhat begrudgingly.
"What does the minister understand?"
Zhao Feng was puzzled.
He truly didn’t see it.
"Great King."
"You wouldn’t want the minister to help you, right?"
"This is the Crown Prince’s business, unrelated to the minister." Zhao Feng thought of something, shaking his hands repeatedly.
Upon hearing this.
Ying Zheng laughed.
Then he directly tossed an empty pill bottle on the table toward Zhao Feng.
Seeing the pill bottle, Zhao Feng immediately understood.
"Oh oh oh."
"So it’s the Refreshing Pill."
"Then the minister understands."
"Tomorrow I will definitely have someone bring it to the Great King." Zhao Feng said with a smile.
Then he thought of something else.
"Great King."
"Hasn’t the palace’s chief alchemist Xu Fu returned yet?" Zhao Feng asked curiously.
"Not yet." Ying Zheng shook his head, then asked back: "But why are you so concerned about this person?"
"The minister is just curious about him." Zhao Feng replied with a smile.
Xu Fu.
He also has a large section of records in history.
In his previous life, Zhao Feng loved to study history the most, and was well-versed with many historical figures.
But now, in this era, in the land of the Divine Continent, he himself has become a key part of this era’s history.
As for Xu Fu, Zhao Feng is very curious about him.