The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Yongning Palace - Zifang Hall

Ying Ji only discussed the intelligence gathered over the past few days with Zhang Liang after returning home.

She snuggled close to the boy and said in a spoiled tone, "Ah Liang, can you give me some advice?"

Zhang Liang shook his head helplessly and pointed at Confucianism: "Confucianism is a bit strange now. Master Xun said before that Confucianism will not enter chaotic times, will not stop others from studying, and will not stop teaching and educating people."

However, Confucianism today has become somewhat radical, with at least a dozen debates on Confucianism occurring every month.

The other institutions typically offer three classes a month, which doesn't take up too much of the students' coursework.

Perhaps there's someone pushing this from behind the scenes; that's a better approach.

Ying Ji cupped her face in her hands, watching Zhang Liang speak eloquently, finding him incredibly charming, and wishing she could devour him whole.

His naked gaze was almost tangible, so Zhang Liang had no choice but to stop: "You're the one who made me speak, and you're the one who made me stop. What exactly do you want?"

Ying Ji's eyes lit up as she was about to do something, but then she immediately wilted and looked at him with a wronged expression.

Helpless, Zhang Liang leaned forward and offered his fragrant lips.

Having succeeded, Ying Ji clung to him relentlessly.

The ending is a serious matter; let's move on to discussing it in a less serious way.

Ying Ji lay on top of the boy, her whole being filled with pleasure. Although they hadn't gone that far, there were other ways to find joy.

"The movable type printing technology we mentioned before is complete. Now we need to prepare to compile a dictionary. I don't trust others to do this. Would you like to help me with the compilation?"

Zhang Liang was pleased with Ying Ji's trust, but when he thought of Ying Zheng, he shook his head.

"The King of Qin will not agree, and I have no particular opinion on this matter. It's a good opportunity to use this to sow discord among the Confucianists."

"Have one person from each organization participate in the formulation process; win over some and suppress others."

Ying Ji thought for a moment and said, "If you don't want to, then forget it. I'll see which conscript I can find."

Zhang Liang pointed to Yuezhi: "Why don't you let Yuezhi accompany you? He has already learned most of what I've learned from me, and this matter can also be a good experience for him."

Ying Ji then noticed the quiet, chicken-like boy and felt a little uneasy, not even knowing when he had arrived.

"Ahem, Yuezhi, you can consider it. If you want to go to the workshop with me tomorrow afternoon, go and rest now."

The Yuezhi nodded in agreement and obediently withdrew.

Ying Ji's slight unease disappeared, and she continued to lie in the boy's arms, listening to the familiar heartbeat.

"If all the ancient books and manuscripts were made into copies, could this situation be controlled?"

The boy's voice was filled with murderous intent: "If we're going to do this, now is the best time. Let's seize this opportunity to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

A backlash is inevitable. While Qin is not yet controlled by powerful clans, and with the King of Qin holding the reins of government internally and the threat of five other states externally, stabilizing the situation shouldn't be a problem.

Looking at the vibrant young man, Ying Ji felt a little hungry and brushed her hair against his heaving chest.

"I'll make some plans tomorrow and find out who the troublemaker is as soon as possible. Have you decided where you want to go?"

Zhang Liang rolled over, nestled in the crook of her neck, and sucked, his warm breath spraying onto her skin as he gently licked it.

"Even if it's just us, we'll still bring others along."

"there's only us."

Zhang Liang snuggled against the woman, his face full of pleasure: "Once you have some free time, I'll take care of the rest of the planning, okay?"

Ying Ji nodded: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say, just don't sell me to buy candy."

Zhang Liang bit into the soft flesh near his mouth: "Nonsense, sugar alone isn't enough."

Ying Ji chuckled: "Alright, how about mid-winter (November)? It'll coincide with my birthday, let's have some fun."

Zhang Liang was also happy: "Yes, I will definitely plan carefully and give you a surprise."

Ying Ji cupped the boy's exquisitely beautiful eyebrows and kissed his forehead: "Just having you by my side is enough to make me happy for half my life."

The boy said in a childish, coquettish voice, "It's all just talk; there are outsiders around."

Ying Ji hugged the boy's slender waist, caressing him with affection: "It was my fault. You were so generous in forgiving me before, but now you're bringing up old grievances again."

Pushing aside the hunters who wanted to explore further, she went to take a bath. When she got up, she was casually wearing a silk nightgown, which vaguely revealed what she should and shouldn't see.

It's a pity I can't eat it; I can only drool over it.

Morning court

Ying Ji clocked in and watched Ying Zheng handle state affairs in various regions, while she secretly drifted off into her own thoughts and slacked off.

He held out until the end of the court session, then dashed off to the Xianyang Palace.

As soon as I arrived, I saw the chubby little dumpling being held and sleeping by Gai Nie.

This pig-fox is really getting worse and worse.

"Tuanzi, you can get fat too. Look at your belly, it's twice your size now."

Tuanzi's fox-like eyes were filled with shock: "∑(?OoO) Really...really!? But Brother Ying Zheng said I'm not fat."

Ying Ji was speechless upon hearing this cheesy title: "When did you change this title?"

When Gai Nie first heard the fox speak, he was practically ready to strangle it to death. Fortunately, Ying Zheng discovered it in time, preventing a disaster.

Logically, their relationship should have deteriorated, but Gai Nie took the initiative, feeding them, grooming them, and stroking them, doing everything exceptionally well.

Tuanzi reluctantly forgave Gai Nie's previous behavior.

Now, this physique is half Ying Zheng and half Gai Nie.

Tuanzi couldn't accept being called fat and tearfully asked Gai Nie if she was really fat.

Gai Nie looked around very carefully and said with great determination, "You're not fat, you're still too thin. Look, your fleshy pads have gotten smaller."

Ying Ji was speechless. It's because she's gained weight that her paw pads look smaller.

Tuanzi looked again and again, and after confirming that the host was lying, it stuck out its tongue and hid behind Gai Nie.

When Ying Zheng entered, he saw a man and a beast staring at each other, and he found it unbelievable every time.

The relationship between the two was incomparable to theirs; they loved to childishly tease each other like chickens pecking at each other.

But the scene was so heartwarming that Ying Zheng let the two of them fool around.

In the end, Ying Ji crushed Tuanzi into a fox-shaped pancake with an overwhelming advantage, and then laughed triumphantly.

“Ah Zheng, we’ve already investigated everything that needed to be investigated. There were too many people involved. Now that things are at this point, why don’t we bring out the movable type printing technology ahead of schedule?”

Ying Zheng understood the meaning behind it, but now he was not under anyone's control, and the powerful families had not grown stronger. The largest family was the Ying family.

After refining the plan, the task was finally assigned to Yao Jia.

Yao Jia and Guo Kai are getting along well now, but because of this, it's not suitable for them to be sent to other countries yet; it's not the right time.

Teaching movable type printing to Yao Jia would be most appropriate.

Once the personnel were identified, they began arresting all the students, both young and old, involved in the poppy case.

The anti-drug publicity campaign a few days ago was very effective; the common people, aristocratic families, and court officials all deeply resented the poppy.

Those with problems were directly confronted on the spot to explain their crimes, and the evidence was displayed on the street for people to see.

As the various schools of thought prepared to unite in resistance, they released a large number of inexpensive books.

Even ordinary people can buy several books after working for a few days.

This completely disrupted everyone's previous plans.

They all hoped to meet the King of Qin and have their books printed on a large scale.

The aristocratic families resisted, completely preventing the circulation of books and trying to keep knowledge firmly in their own hands.

But how could Ying Zheng not have a plan? He agreed that aristocratic families who agreed to hand over their valuable books would receive an extra ten points for their students taking the imperial examinations, while those who were unwilling would receive a different reward.

I probably don't want to know the outcome.