The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

Time flies, and it is already mid-April.

At this moment, Bai Lin was shouldering an important mission—overseeing the renovation of His Majesty's headquarters. This work was now nearing completion.

This temporary palace, located in the north of the city, is the product of a renovation and expansion plan based on the original palace. Currently, the main structure of the palace is complete, with only minor finishing touches and the interior decoration remaining.

Bai Lin's tall and straight figure appeared on the construction site. His face was serious and focused, and his deep eyes revealed firm determination.

At the same time, Meng Yuan was responsible for maintaining the security and defense of Jiuyuan City in an orderly manner.

Meng Yuan was agile and strong. He patrolled the city wall, watching everything around him vigilantly.

On the other side, Li You led his elite troops to guard the key pass of Yinshan Mountain, and they were already ready for battle.

Li You rode on his warhorse, his armor gleaming with cold light, his spear tightly gripped, displaying his majesty and courage. His men were all in high spirits, their morale high. They were all rigorously trained elites, always ready to deal with any possible threat.

Sima Yan also dispatched subordinates to patrol the various camps in the northern region of Jiuyuan and even Shangjun, continuously reporting back various reports. All reports indicated that everything was fine, with no unusual circumstances.

Sima Yan sat in his tent, carefully reading the report his men had brought him. His brow furrowed slightly as he considered every detail, not missing a single suspicious sign.

During this period, due to Your Majesty's northern tour, all kinds of trivial matters have come flooding in, making it difficult to cope.

As the general, Meng Tian shouldered a heavy burden and was busy all day long. He could only take time out from his busy schedule every three days to return to the general's mansion for a little rest. Not to mention Meng Yi, who was burdened with several important positions and was extremely busy. He had almost no time to think about other things and only had a small chance to go home every five days.

However, Yu Shu and Lü Su weren't dissatisfied or upset by this situation. On the contrary, Yu Shu was elegant and beautiful, exuding a gentle and graceful aura in her every gesture. Lü Su, on the other hand, was intelligent and bright, giving off a lively and endearing vibe. As they spent time together, their relationship grew increasingly harmonious, and their affections gradually intensified.

They were well aware of the significance of His Majesty's northern tour, and they also understood the heavy responsibilities their husbands shouldered, so they deeply understood and supported their hard work.

In this way, the two women accompanied each other, talking and laughing every day, in order to alleviate the strong feelings of longing while waiting for their loved ones to return.

Thus, although the days were somewhat dull, they were not boring. They would walk together in the garden, admiring the blooming flowers and feeling the gentle breeze.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Back in Xianyang, Fan Li was standing in the shop of the Fan Family Trading Company, accompanied by a young man. The young man was tall, handsome, and had a clever look in his eyes.

At this moment, he muttered, seemingly dissatisfied, "Uncle Li, when can we see Mr. Qin and my eldest brother?"

Fan Li smiled faintly and consoled him, "It's almost there, Xiao Zhao, don't worry. Mr. Qin specifically told you before he left that you should hone yourself well. Not only should you master martial arts, but you should also learn to read and write, and understand the truth."

After hearing this, the young man showed a trace of sadness on his face, and he looked listless, like an eggplant hit by frost.

He sighed and said, "Oh, I understand, Uncle Li. But... I'm still a little worried. Can Mr. Qin and Big Brother really achieve great success and accomplish something great this time?"

Fan Li patted the boy's shoulder vigorously, with a confident light flashing in his eyes, and said in a firm tone: "Don't worry, Xiao Zhao. Mr. Qin is definitely not an ordinary person, and his ability is very strong!" His voice was full of admiration and trust for Mr. Qin.

After finishing speaking, Fan Li couldn't help but touch the brocade bag on his chest, thinking to himself: "This Mr. Qin is indeed unusual. The profit of Baizhi has gradually decreased, but unexpectedly, he has left behind a method for making sugar. How many secrets does he have hidden? This Mr. Qin may be the future hope of our Fan's Trading Company..." "But the method of making sugar can wait, after all, a big tree attracts the wind."

He made up his mind silently, his eyes revealing a firm and resolute look.

The young man standing next to Fan Li at this moment was none other than Ying Zhao, whom Meng Yi and Ying Bu had met in Chujia Town and whom Fan Li had entrusted to their care.

At this moment, he stood quietly beside Fan Li, listening to his words, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

In fact, he knew deep down that without the help of Mr. Qin and his elder brother, he would still be wandering around, perhaps even a nameless corpse on the roadside. He wouldn't be able to eat and wear warm clothes every day, have a place to live, and have clothes to change, let alone be able to read and learn martial arts.

However, deep down, he was constantly troubled by the safety of Mr. Qin and his elder brother. This worry was like a heavy mountain, weighing him down, making him breathless. He knew that only by continuously studying and improving his martial arts could he truly help them one day in the future.

He has been relentlessly studying and rehearsing every move and technique. Along the way, he has encountered many difficulties and challenges. Sometimes, he would feel frustrated by the difficulty of a particular move, but he never gave up. Instead, he would train even harder, practicing over and over again until he mastered the move to perfection.