I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

Su Jinyue murmured to herself: "Go to the Qinzheng Palace, I want to go to the Qinzheng Palace."

She turned around suddenly, supported her wheelchair with both hands and walked towards the palace door.

Every time the dad mentioned the upcoming birth of his newborn, he would laugh secretly. He thought he hid it well, but in fact everyone could see it.

Now that his nineteenth brother has passed away, he is such a strong man, I wonder if he will hide away and cry?

She had to go wipe her daddy's tears, cry with him, etc...

Seeing this, Su Ji hurried forward to stop them, holding Su Jinyue's arm tightly with both hands, her eyes full of worry: "My son, your body has just recovered, how can you withstand such a long journey? Tomorrow! Go tomorrow!"

There was a hint of pleading in her voice. As a mother, she felt sorry for her daughter's frail body, and was even more afraid that she would collapse again due to excessive grief in the middle of the night.

"No, I want to see my father." Su Jinyue struggled hard to shake Su Ji's hand.

Su Ji was worried that she would hurt her by using too much force, so she had to let go and kept persuading her, "Then put on some more clothes before you go out."

The master and servants were busy, some taking clothes, some preparing food, and some calling for sedan chairs. Su Ji even took advantage of the chaos to stuff a piece of dessert into Su Jinyue's mouth. Suddenly, the voice of a servant reporting was heard outside Yuehua Palace.

"Your Majesty has arrived——"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Zheng, dressed in a dark gold dragon robe, strode into the hall. His steps were heavy, and his usually bright eyes were now bloodshot, revealing a deep sense of fatigue and sorrow.

The moment Su Jinyue saw her father, her eyes warmed up and tears welled up in her eyes. She pushed her wheelchair forward, "Father..."

The emperor raised his hand to stop Su Jinyue, "Why did you come out?"

Su Jinyue raised her head and looked at her father's haggard face. Her heart ached. She opened her mouth but didn't know how to comfort him.

"Are you feeling better, my son? It's cold outside, let's go back to the house first..." Ying Zheng said slowly.

Su Jinyue's ears were filled with loneliness, and she couldn't help but advise with a sad heart, "Father, please accept my condolences. Nineteen...Nineteen..."

Ying Zheng looked at the attendants in the hall, frowning in thought as he strode into the hall. "Fate plays tricks on me..."

After hearing these words, Su Jinyue felt even more distressed.

She is such a great father, "Father, please don't be too sad, it's important to take care of your body."

Before he finished speaking, everyone had already walked into the house.

Ying Zheng waved everyone out of the room, leaving only Su Jinyue behind. "My son, Nineteen is still here."

"Ah?" Su Jinyue, who was still racking her brains to think of how to comfort Ying Zheng, looked at Ying Zheng stupidly after hearing this.

"I was filled with joy, hoping that the child would be born safely and bring more vitality to the palace, but..."

"Father..." Su Jinyue pursed her lips, tears rolling in her eyes.

Ying Zheng smiled faintly and turned to persuade Su Jinyue, "That's good too. With the protection of the Black Armored Guards, I can live a wealthy and idle life. No matter how the situation changes in the future, my bloodline will be able to continue."

He chuckled and set his eyes on Su Jinyue, "I'll name him Poqian, and alias Kangsheng, how do you think it is?"

Su Jinyue didn't know how to express the shock in her heart. After a long silence, she raised her head and smiled, "It sounds nice. It sounds very cultured. It's an endless cycle. Kangsheng is a good name."

"However, I can also give you a name. How about Cankui? Xihe? The clear sky is shining, the stars are shining."

"No, please don't." Su Jinyue hurriedly stopped him.

She didn't want to live half her life and suddenly change her name to live her life.

Ying Zheng rubbed his fingers in despair, "Really? I really think you should change to a more vibrant name. Who knows, maybe your health will get better..."

Oh my goodness, I’m at the age where I should start believing in metaphysics.

Su Jinyue said nothing and just kept shaking her head.

"How about we give it a nickname, and let us call it by ourselves? Don't farmers say that humble names make it easier to keep it alive? Let's say it's a little grass, or something like that..."

Su Jinyue lost all her strength, drooped her shoulders and changed the subject.

"Father, I'm hungry and want to eat meat."

"Oh, then get some barbecue!"

Outside the Yuehua Palace, the night was still dark, and the aroma of barbecue drifted far away through the courtyard wall.

Su Jinyue and Haodadi sat in the yard around the campfire, the moonlight stretching their shadows out.

On the campfire, the skewers of meat were roasting and oozing with oil.

Ying Zheng took the vegetable skewers handed to him by Su Jinyue and ate them with a satisfied look on his face.

"My son, have you heard of Ba Qing?"

Ba Qing? Ba Guafu Qing? A wealthy businessman?

Su Jinyue swallowed the food in her mouth and looked at Ying Zheng curiously.

"The widow of Ba, Qing, mined cinnabar and was named a chaste woman by her father, the emperor, who built the Nv Huai Qing Terrace."

"Oh? You know about the chaste woman? I will build a Nü Huai Qing Terrace for him in the future?"

Ying Zheng sighed and continued, "She is already old. Last year, she moved to Xianyang with other powerful and wealthy people. I sent Xia Wuqi to treat her illness several times, which is why she is barely able to hold on until now."

Su Jinyue turned the skewers of meat and tried hard to recall.

It is said that this female entrepreneur was summoned after Great Father unified the six kingdoms, but she was over sixty years old and died soon after.

She had to find a chance to meet such a legendary figure.

If possible, we should let Xia Wuqie and the others take good care of her and try to let her live a few more years.

"She went to see the emperor?"

"Yes. She came to thank me, saying she nearly died last year from a bad diet, thanks to the imperial physician's treatment." Ying Zheng frowned, thinking. "Once your silver mirror was sold, demand exceeded supply. Her family primarily mines and refines cinnabar, and all the mercury they produced was used by me to repair the imperial mausoleum."

Hearing this, Su Jinyue raised an eyebrow.

Good daddy really doesn't care about saying these things now.

Thinking back, I don’t know who it was, but he wanted to drag her down and break her legs just because she mentioned the imperial mausoleum.

Tut tut...

The past cannot be retrieved~

Ying Zheng didn't notice the complaints from his daughter and continued talking.

"Now, the Qin Dynasty is opening up trade with all directions, and the demand for mercury has increased dramatically. She showed up at this time, she must have heard the news and wanted to explore the situation in advance."

Su Jinyue gave a thumbs up in admiration.

"These people are really smart, Father, why can't I figure it out?"

Ying Zheng tapped Su Jinyue's head with amusement, "My son was born noble, don't worry, I will give you everything you want."

Su Jinyue smiled slightly, but her heart was filled with warmth.

"Father, how do you plan to respond to Ba Qing's request?" Su Jinyue asked curiously.

Ying Zheng smiled slightly, a gleam in his eyes: "I will allow her to continue mining cinnabar, but the Ministry of Commerce must intervene. She is not allowed to privately store mercury, and she must not harm the interests of the people."

This was a preparation to supervise private property and gradually recruit the wealthy and powerful into the government and business departments.

Further on...

By the campfire, the night gradually deepened, and the conversation between Su Jinyue and Ying Zheng gradually turned to other topics.

In a magnificent house west of Xianyang City, an old woman with wrinkles on her face was also chatting with her children by candlelight at night.