The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

At this moment, a clear voice rang out from outside the tent: "What opportunity must not be missed? Have you all forgotten why the late emperor passed away?"

The sound was like a thunderclap, exploding in the tent, and everyone's faces instantly became solemn.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure walking quickly towards them.

When they saw the person's face clearly, everyone in the tent had different expressions - it was Meng Yi.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire tent became extremely subtle.

Generals such as Meng Tian, ​​Sima Yan and Pang Qing immediately showed expressions of joy on their faces. They all stood up quickly at the same time, with excitement flashing in their eyes that was difficult to conceal.

However, in sharp contrast to these people, Chunyu Yue, Fu Sheng and others had sad expressions on their faces, with their brows tightly furrowed.

At this moment, Meng Yi walked into the tent with big strides.

He first bowed respectfully to Fusu, then turned and walked straight to Meng Tian, ​​clasping his hands and saying, "Brother, I'm back."

Seeing this, Meng Tian showed a relieved smile on his face. He nodded slightly in response, his eyes full of admiration for his younger brother.

Then, he gently patted Meng Yi's shoulder and said, "Brother Yi, it's great that you can return in time..."

Meng Yi then let out a chuckle. He glanced around, taking in the expressions of everyone present, before slowly speaking, "I'm sure you all know Zhao Gao. Although he enjoyed the late emperor's trust, he's secretly been forming cliques and pursuing illicit interests. The late emperor's sudden passing, and the many details surrounding it, are fraught with doubt. In my opinion, Zhao Gao is undoubtedly implicated! Now that he's feigning submission, his true motives must be more complex. Young Master, you intend to send troops to support the country and restore order. If you agree to Zhao Gao's demands now, and this matter becomes public, I'm afraid it will have a profound negative impact on your reputation!"

Fusu nodded, his expression serious and solemn. He said, "What you say makes sense, but if we refuse him, he will surely incite civil unrest, and the people in the city will suffer."

Meng Yi paused for a moment, then said, "Sir, according to our spies, there's a rift between Zhao Gao and Hu Hai. We can send someone to secretly sow discord. When civil unrest breaks out, we can use our spies in the city to seize the opportunity and coordinate internal and external forces. Then, we can recapture Xianyang."

Meng Tian clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Yi, this is a very good plan."

However, Chunyu Yue shook his head in objection, with a hint of worry in his tone.

He said, "This move is too risky. If Zhao Gao finds out, all our efforts will be wasted. We must act with caution and not take risks lightly."

Meng Yi sneered, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain. His voice echoed in the air: "You gentlemen are cowardly and afraid of trouble. If you always hesitate, when will you truly put down the rebellion of the Qin Dynasty? When will the people be free from the flames of war?"

Fu Sheng's expression changed slightly. He took a deep breath and then spoke, "Lord Meng Yi has spoken too much. Although we cannot fight on the battlefield, we also have the heart to stabilize the country and protect the people. Since the Warring States Period, rituals and music have collapsed. However, the current court is tyrannical and does not cultivate itself with virtue, so rebellion is everywhere."

Meng Yi's eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared at Fu Sheng. A hint of questioning lingered in his voice, "Oh? Sir, are you saying the late emperor was unkind?"

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Fu Sheng's forehead. He quickly denied it and glanced at Fusu. Seeing that he did not show any displeasure, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After calming himself, Fu Sheng continued, "Lord Meng Yi, please do not accuse me of anything. I was speaking of Hu Hai's tyranny. We believe that if Prince Fusu were to take power, benevolently treat the people, reduce penalties, and lower taxes, the people would live in peace and the empire would be at peace."

Meng Yi's eyes stayed on Fusu for a moment. He noticed that Fusu looked indifferent, as if he didn't react much to Fu Sheng's words.

Meng Yi thought to himself, "No wonder the First Emperor only considered enthroning Fusu before his death. This was a last resort. It seems the court will be in trouble from now on!"

At this time, the atmosphere in the tent became a little solemn. Everyone was silent, as if they were thinking about Fu Sheng's words.

The sunlight shines through the window onto the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

After a moment, a sly look flashed in Meng Yi's eyes. He looked directly at Fu Sheng and said, "Mr. Fu Sheng, if that's the case, given the current situation in Xianyang, if you can do it, go ahead!"

When everyone heard this, their expressions changed.

Some looked embarrassed, some seemed to be thinking about something, but Pang Qing couldn't help but burst out laughing, the sound was clear and loud, as if breaking the tense atmosphere.

Generals such as Meng Tian and Sima Yan showed joy on their faces, as if they agreed with Meng Yi's words.

On the other side, Chunyu Yue, Shusun Tong and the newcomer Lu Ao all showed anger, with dissatisfaction and doubt flashing in their eyes.

Chunyu Yue snorted coldly and said, "General Meng Yi, what do you mean? Although Mr. Fu Sheng is a Confucian scholar, his wisdom and strategy cannot be underestimated."

Shusun Tong also echoed: "Yes, General Meng Yi, how can you belittle Mr. Fu Sheng like this?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Sheng's face flushed red, his lips trembling slightly. After a long pause, he finally uttered, "I'm just a scholar, powerless and unable to handle this situation. However, I can offer you some advice."

Meng Yi snorted, a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "The sir's previous strategy of 'responding to Zhao Gao' almost put you in danger."

Fu Sheng's face became even uglier. He wanted to argue, but didn't know how to start.

Seeing this, Fusu waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. He said, "Alright, stop arguing. Meng Yi's plan is risky, but there's no better way at the moment."

Fusu continued, "However, when implementing this plan, we must be extremely cautious."

Meng Yi clasped his fists and replied, "Don't worry, sir. I will personally carry out the task."

Immediately, Meng Tian, ​​Meng Yi and others paid their respects to Fusu and left the main tent.

After returning to the tent, the two were delighted to see each other.

Meng Yi then informed Xiang Liang of everything he had discussed with him and Li Ze's secret movements.

After hearing this, Meng Tian pondered and said, "Brother Yi, Li Xin's death has led to a feud between Li Ze and Xiang Liang, uncle and nephew, for killing their father. This arrangement is very good. Now that Xianyang City is right before our eyes, we must not cause any more trouble."

Meng Yi nodded and said, "Don't worry, brother. After the Xianyang incident is resolved, if Li Ze behaves himself, I will be willing to intervene."

Meng Tian patted Meng Yi on the shoulder and said, "Brother Yi, I understand your thoughts. But we must also prepare for the worst, just in case."

Then, after Meng Tian and Meng Yi had a discussion, Meng Yi went down to arrange the personnel.