The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Ying Ji felt a deep and unyielding sorrow, and even began to doubt herself, realizing that she was not truly a princess of Qin.

Zhang Liang was not in the state of Han, and the two were enemies who had each other for the destruction of their respective states.

Did he really give Zhang Liang a choice?

It should have been given, but the situation is different now. Should I continue now?

He shook his head: "Why am I suddenly acting so awkward?"

Stop thinking about these things and look at the teachers instructing students; there are a few familiar figures among them.

Over the years, things should have improved.

I just happened to hear Zichang being called on to answer a question.

Confucius said, “The number of refugees from the six states is increasing daily; there is a solution.”

Zichang replied: "Three strategies: superior, middle, and inferior."

The first volume proposes changing national policies and implementing effective, reasonable, and applicable policies to the present day in order to resolve the crisis.

The middle strategy was to gather the refugees and disperse them to various places, with each prefecture taking over and dividing them up.

The worst approach is to gather the refugees together and lure them into work with food.

Ying Ji smiled. This Zichang was as loving and approachable as ever, and he was quite adept at using the principle that the people were more important than the ruler.

Although it has some shortcomings, it has made considerable progress and is still usable.

After observing for a while, I can see that the talents who emerged during the early days of the Hundred Schools of Thought are still talents today.

It's pointless for them to show up now. Let's take some people to see for ourselves, and then let these disheartened idealists get things done.

[I miss Xiao He, Han Xin, and Zhang Han, e=(′o｀*))) Sigh, it's so tiring. I'll collect them slowly for now. I reckon Zheng should be going on his first tour soon, then I can gather them all together.]

Thinking of talented people, it's better to put them to use as soon as possible. Ying Ji wrote a letter to Li Si, asking him to arrange for a group of interns to go to the Nine Ministers' Land for a while.

The list of names was carefully compiled and handed over to Ying Zheng.

Realizing that he was out of trouble, he returned to the palace.

When he got home, he saw the little fox sleeping in Ying Zheng's arms, while the man's handsome face was full of seriousness as he reviewed the memorials.

It was a very simple scene, but Ying Ji felt a surge of tenderness in her heart.

He moved closer to sit opposite Ying Zheng and helped him organize the memorials around him.

Upon seeing these heavy bamboo slips, Ying Ji realized that she had not yet made paper. She slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "I almost forgot about this! I need to find those Mo family members as soon as possible, and I also need to find the workers I used to work with."

Ying Zheng asked in a low voice, "What is paper?"

Ying Ji took out a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from her spatial storage. They were still in an exquisite wooden box, which she had picked up from a bandit while robbing the rich to help the poor.

This set of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones is no ordinary item; it includes Xuanzhou Zhuge brushes, Li Tinggui ink, Chengxintang paper, and Wuyuan Longwei inkstones.

He presented the imperial edict and asked Ying Zheng to write it out.

“Cai, this thing is wonderful. It is a great weapon to overthrow the aristocratic families.”

Ying Ji smiled happily: "Of course. We'll recreate the movable type printing press later. As long as we have the originals, we can print countless copies, and knowledge will no longer be just a product of aristocratic families."

Libraries were built in various places for students to study, so that they would know how the Qin Dynasty treated them in the future.

Ying Zheng gently stroked the Chengxintang paper: "This is Chengxintang paper. Compared to the Xuan paper from before, it's as smooth as an eggshell, as firm and pure as jade, and as thin and lustrous."

Ying Ji raised an eyebrow: "Of course! This is something your sister prepared for you with great effort, just in case you like it."

Speaking of which, I've prepared so many birthday gifts for you; you're definitely going to have a big celebration this year."

Ying Zheng felt a warmth in his heart, but refused aloud: "A small family gathering is enough for a birthday celebration, there's no need for such trouble."

In previous years, Ying Zheng did not celebrate his birthday much. Whenever his birthday came, he would think of that woman, as well as Lü Buwei and Miao Ai, with whom he had an inextricable relationship.

But this year, Ying Zheng had a different expectation for his birthday.

Ying Ji didn't find it troublesome at all. In the remaining days, she thought about how to celebrate Ying Zheng's birthday every day. She hadn't been by his side all these years, leaving him so lonely. How could she let him have a simple birthday celebration?

Counting the days, there are still about three months left, and Ying Ji is full of motivation.

He had just returned, but ran off again in no time. Zhao Gao and Ying Zheng didn't need him this time, but Ying Ji was comfortable using him and immediately assigned him more than a dozen tasks at the same time.

Zhao Gao was exasperated, but dared not speak out. Apart from the First Emperor, no one could command Zhao Gao, who was usually untouchable, was now behaving himself.

This attitude made the palace servants and eunuchs around him serve him wholeheartedly, and dare not do anything disrespectful.

According to the list given by Ying Ji, Zhao Gao first found people like Shun.

Heaven knows when Shun received Zhao Gao's summons, his back was soaked with sweat, he thought he had offended that important person with something he had done.

When he knelt before the Imperial Preceptor, his whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to raise his head.

Looking at Shun, who was getting older and older, Ying Ji felt that time had indeed changed a lot.

"Arise, and you will obey."

Suppressing his fear, Shun obediently replied, "Yes, I am Shun."

Seeing how frightened the man was, Ying Ji asked Yuan Ge to bring out the gifts she had prepared.

"The Imperial Advisor heard that you have a son named Zhang Ping, and are overjoyed to have a grandson. This is the Imperial Advisor's congratulatory gift to you."

A warm feeling washed over me, but I didn't dare to relax.

With both hands raised high, feeling the weight in their hands, they dared not look, keeping their heads down and waiting for the Grand Preceptor to speak.

Ying Ji spoke up: "I need to renovate the Imperial Academy soon, and since you have some skills, I'm entrusting this matter to you."

There's no need to rush this matter. We'll renovate the Imperial Preceptor's residence as soon as possible. You'll know how to proceed when you arrive.

Shun hurriedly accepted the order: "Yes, sir, I will definitely repair it properly and dare not be careless."

Ying Ji gave Yuan Ge a look.

Yuan Ge then added, "The Grand Preceptor trusts you, so do your job well. You'll reap the rewards."

This is the Imperial Advisor's plaque. If there's anything you can't decide on, you may come to see him.

He bowed and scraped as he withdrew.

As Ying Ji thought about Shun, she felt the passage of time. The middle-aged man who used to smile and have bright eyes in front of her had now become old and cunning.

His back was bent, and his weathered face spoke of the hardships he had endured over the years, not to mention the fear in his eyes.

Ying Ji felt that the world still needed her, and that ensuring the people's peaceful and prosperous lives should be the responsibility of those in high positions.

Ying Zheng was the First Emperor, and his ideals and aspirations are what people aspire to for thousands of years.

Now, all she can do is perfect it, leading this group of people step by step, dragging them to keep up with Ying Zheng's pace. She doesn't have to keep up, but she has to do her best to push them forward.