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"Poplar catkins and elm pods have no talent, but they know how to make snow flying all over the sky." As Meiman walked on the streets of Xianyang city and looked back at the past, she felt as if she was in another world.

She still remembered the first time she begged her father to take her out of Xianyang Palace for a walk. Now standing in Xianyang City, she suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity. Looking at the Xianyang City, which had undergone earth-shaking changes compared to the past, Meiman could not help but sigh: "The moon is rising from the palace, and the streets are full of smiles and beautiful spring."

In recent years, under Zulong's diligent governance, the Qin Dynasty has made great progress. Not only has the territory expanded several times, but it has also expanded to cover nine out of ten of the Eurasian continent. The social economy has also developed rapidly, and it has truly achieved "rice is fat and corn is white, and public and private granaries are full."

Looking at the hawking sounds on both sides of the street, the sounds of children playing and playing in groups, the wrinkled faces of old men and women smiling, and the yamen runners patrolling diligently, she couldn't help but smile from the bottom of her heart.

She thought: "Maybe I don't have the talent of Xiao He and Chen Ping, the strategy of Zhang Liang and Zhuge Liang, and I don't have the ability of Han Xin and Wei Huo. If it weren't for the knowledge and common sense that have been advanced for thousands of years in my brain, if it weren't for that magical space, I might be an ordinary girl now."

She never regretted giving her companion lotus and ginseng fruit to her father, the great emperor of all ages. She even felt extremely lucky more than once that she was able to tell her father about her prophecy in time.

Otherwise, with her mediocre IQ, even if she practiced for a few hundred years, her wisdom would not have made much difference. She might not have been able to create the powerful Qin Empire, let alone change the fate of the Qin II in the original historical trajectory. Fortunately, she was not foolish and self-righteous.

"Traveling through time doesn't improve your IQ. This is my practical experience from traveling through time for nearly 30 years. I am still the ordinary me, so ordinary that, except for those prophets, I don't have a skill that can really compare to the top talents of this era. I am so ordinary that I seem to know a little bit of everything, but it seems that I know nothing at all."

"I am such an ordinary person, but I have a father who is unmatched throughout the ages. Although the rapid development of the Qin Dynasty today is inseparable from the support of a prophet like me, its strength is more due to the fact that it has a wise, diligent, far-sighted monarch who is not bound by worldly matters." Looking at the Xianyang Palace in the distance, Yiman felt very proud.

"Thinking of his own father, the First Emperor, who was at the top of the feudal society, he did not despise him because he was a girl; he did not stop loving him because he was stupid; and he did not distance himself from him because he was supernatural. He satisfied all his imaginations of a father."

She thought that her life was worthwhile and satisfying. She was worthy of the people of the world and herself. Now that she was almost thirty years old, the only thing she wanted to do, the most important thing at the moment, was to work hard every day to be filial to her sixty-year-old father.

Although my father's body was nourished by the ginseng fruit and the holy water, and it was no problem for him to live another two centuries in good health, he was a mortal after all, and even if the spiritual object could extend his life, there would always be a day when its effect would run out.

So she must try to cherish every minute and every second she is with her father now. She must do her best to be filial to her father and try to make her father happy every moment.

She has been working hard for this goal. As lazy as she is, she originally wanted to live an idle life. However, although her ability allows it, reality always pushes her to help her father solve his problems, and she enjoys it.

As she thought about it, her pace couldn't help but quicken. After all, her old father was still waiting for the snacks she made herself.

"Father, Meiman is here to see you." Before she even entered the door, the voice had already reached Zhao Zheng's ears. Hearing this cheerful voice, Zhao Zheng's eyebrows relaxed suddenly.

When she looked up, she saw her thirty-year-old daughter, still running towards her like a little girl, jumping and skipping. She was very happy in her heart, but her face was solemn. "Aiman, I have told you so many times that you are an adult and should not act like a child. Besides, even Gongzi Qian's child is almost grown up, how can you, as a mother, still be so useless?"

Seeing her old father was about to start lecturing her again, Ximan felt helpless, but she pretended to be respectful. She knew that if she didn't act well, she might be greeted by her father's constant nagging.

Zhao Zheng was almost amused when he saw his daughter pretending to be well-behaved again. This child only grew in age, not intelligence. She did the same thing every time. She pretended to be happy, but it hurt his eyes. Zhao Zheng had been wise all his life, and he personally raised his daughter, but she was so childish, like a little kid who would never grow up, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

Meiman's pretense lasted only a minute before her true colors showed up. "Father, I really miss you. Besides, why should we be so polite to each other?" After she said that, she imitated her own son and smiled ingratiatingly.

"Father, please don't be busy for now. There is no end to the official duties. You should combine work and rest so that you can be more efficient. Look what your daughter brought you this time?" Meiman asked mysteriously.

Zhao Zheng was forced to stop working and shook his head helplessly, "It's just some snacks. Look at your useless appearance. I was afraid that I would be alone in my old age, so I gave you your brother's child. Now, I regret it. You taught me such a good child to be like you. I am ashamed to see your brother."

When Ximan heard this, she immediately refused to listen: "Father, what are you talking about? What do you mean by being cut from the same mold as me? I'm ashamed to see you. You thought I didn't know that you boasted to Old Master Wang that you have such an excellent daughter like me."

With an expression that said, "Look, I've exposed you," she said proudly, "I remember it clearly. Every time you chatted with those old people, you always acted so proud that you wanted to praise your daughter like a flower."

Zhao Zheng coughed awkwardly, looking a little unnatural, but still retorted: "It's because you are too stupid, little girl. I am afraid that others will bully you, so I always lie to you against my conscience so that others will not look down on you."

Ximan acted as if saying, "You're pretending, but I know it all," which really irritated Zhao Zheng. "This child is getting more and more unlikable as she grows up. I'd better not bother with her, otherwise I'll get sick sooner or later."

So, he changed the subject and said, "Agan, do you have any plans? If not, you can tell me. As a father, I will definitely not sit idly by. If there is anything I need, you are not a big deal to be the manager here."

Meiman said with a smile: "Father, I know that you love your daughter the most. Don't worry, if your daughter needs anything, she will definitely not be polite to you."

"However, father, shouldn't you put down your pen and eat some of the filial meal that your daughter has prepared for you? I promise that I will not take up too much of your time. I am really worried that you don't know how to take good care of yourself." After saying that, Ximan snatched the pen from Zhao Zheng's hand and put it on the desk.

"Father, I have said that health is the foundation of everything. Only if we eat on time and have regular meals and rest, can we use our stronger bodies to do more things."

Zhao Zheng couldn't stand his precious daughter's nagging, so he frowned helplessly with his hands, took the snacks his daughter gave him and started eating. His face looked impatient, but his eyes were full of smiles.

"By the way, when you were little, didn't you often ask to go out and play? I had no choice but to take you out to play a few times. Why, in recent years, you stay at home all day?"

"Father, I was still young then. Now that I've grown up, I won't be as unreasonable as I was when I was little. Now I just want to stay by your side and be filial to you. Please don't think I'm annoying, or I won't agree."

"Okay, okay, my good girl has really grown up. She knows how to be filial to me, her old father. However, if you say you want to be filial to me, you must take real action instead of just talking. If you do more errands for me, that will be your greatest filial piety."

Aiman ​​had a blank expression on her face, "Father, you know how to use soft tactics. You are really a master at destroying the atmosphere. Shouldn't you give me a platform to perform and let me start to express myself freely? You really know how to end the topic faster. Your daughter really admires you."

The father and daughter chatted for a while, and suddenly, Meiman thought of...