The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Because of Madam Xia's advice, Xiao Fusu often visited his aunt, and his relationship with Ying Ji deepened considerably.

The little boy was fed all sorts of delicious food, and he grew quite a bit taller. His face also regained color, becoming rosy and healthy.

After school today, Fusu rushed over to visit his aunt.

Ying Ji looked at the little dumpling in front of her and pinched his cheek: "What did Fusu learn today?"

Fusu looked up, his eyes filled with starlight.

"Today Fusu has learned benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness. From now on, Fusu should strive to be a gentleman."

The woman chuckled and patted his head: "Your ideal really is timeless."

Fusu looked at his aunt, not understanding. It was the first time he had said this, but when his aunt heard him say it, her eyes were full of sadness, just like the expression on his father's face when he rarely visited his mother's palace.

Ying Ji's sadness came quickly and went quickly. She held Fu Su in her arms and told him stories she had heard when she was a child.

Fusu had never heard so many bizarre and wonderful stories before. He admired Sun Wukong from The Monkey King and was also impressed by Nezha from The Demon Child.

In her young heart, a seed of rebellion and defiance was planted, and who knows when it will sprout.

Every day after that, Fusu would arrive promptly after school and pester Yingji to tell him stories.

If Fusu throws a tantrum to get her to listen, Yingji will definitely be unhappy. But even if he doesn't talk to her, Fusu will still accompany her every day, telling her what he learned that day and saying that he likes his aunt the most.

The little angel's bright, sparkling eyes staring at you are just...unbearable.

If a child is too well-behaved, you might want them to be a little mischievous and live their own life. But that's not possible. Fusu is the eldest son of the Qin state, and he will be the crown prince of Qin in the future, and eventually the king of Qin.

So... Ying Ji was defeated, and made a promise with the little guy that she would spend half an hour every day telling him stories.

Yuan Ge listened to the stories for a long time and actually memorized them all. Since he couldn't write, he dictated them to Zheng Guo, asking him to compile them into a book and give it to Fu Su as a birthday gift.

On Fusu's birthday, Yingji specially exchanged for a large cake.

Ying Zheng, Lady Xia, Fusu, and Ying Ji.

The family sat together to celebrate the little one's birthday.

Fusu had never experienced such a unique birthday, nor had Ying Zheng.

After the birthday celebration ended, Ying Zheng left early under the pretext of reviewing memorials.

When Ying Ji found the person, he was still looking at bamboo slips in Xianyang Palace.

Seeing that he was straining his eyes like this, Ying Ji asked Zhao Gao to add a few more lamps, but they were removed because it was too hot.

The woman looked at the man's worried expression in the dim light and couldn't help but sigh.

Take out the flashlight from the system store.

He patted Ying Zheng's head and asked, "Zheng, what are you thinking about?"

Ying Zheng's handsome face flickered in and out of focus under the lamplight.

"Sister, Father never celebrated my birthday, and Mother was with me for 20 years, but she..."

Before Ying Ji could finish listening, she hugged the young man with heartache. She knew that Ying Zheng was the future Qin Shi Huang, but he was still a 20-year-old boy. If he were in modern times, he would still be an innocent college student.

He placed the boy's face against the crook of his neck, obscuring his expression, and gently patted his back with his left hand, singing a lullaby that other mothers used to sing to their children when they were young:

"The moon is bright"

The wind is still

Leaves shade the window

The crickets chirped.

Like the sound of striking a zither

The sound of building is light

Melodious tune

The cradle rocked gently.

The melody was gentle and loving, and tears streamed down Ying Zheng's face. He didn't know how long he had been crying, but when Ying Ji's shoulders ached, she saw that the emotionally turbulent boy had fallen asleep at some point.

They gently shifted her position, and together with Zhao Gao, they carefully laid her down, covered her with a blanket, and Ying Ji just blew out the candle.

His hand was grabbed, and he heard Ying Zheng calling out, "Mother, Mother."

Thinking that A-Zheng had woken up, but it turned out to be just sleep talking, Ying Ji sighed, dismissed the man, patted his hand, and continued singing a lullaby.

Once everyone is completely asleep, they quietly leave in the dark.

Early in the morning, Ying Zheng saw a flashlight beside him. Not knowing what it was, he touched the switch, and the flashlight shone brightly. Startled, he threw the thing away.

As the flashlight moves, the light also moves along with the movement.

Zhao Gao heard the noise and prepared to serve. Upon seeing the flashlight, he expressed surprise, picked it up, and handed it to Ying Zheng: "This is a birthday gift from the princess. She said she couldn't give it to you on your previous birthdays, so she's making up for it today."

"This is a flashlight. I finally managed to fall asleep last night, and since you were tired, Miss Wang put it beside you so you could see it first thing this morning."

Ying Zheng coughed lightly, embarrassed, took the flashlight, and began to study it, discovering its ingenious uses.

Looking at the flashlight, his expression softened. Thinking of his sister's lullaby last night and the belated birthday gift, the man felt warmth in his heart.

The long-lost feeling of joy made me unable to suppress the upward curve of my lips.

The expressions on the faces of the officials who came to court when they saw Ying Zheng were also quite shocking.

Lü Buwei stepped forward first: "I have spent several years writing the 'Lüshi Chunqiu,' which is a compilation of the wisdom of the various schools of thought in the pre-Qin period. The book is divided into 26 volumes, 160 chapters, and more than 200,000 words."

It is divided into twelve periods, eight sections, and six treatises. It emphasizes the integration of various schools of thought, taking Daoist thought as the main body and incorporating the theories of Yin and Yang, Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, military and agricultural schools of thought.

Lü Buwei intended this book to serve as a guide for the Qin emperors, instructing future Qin kings on how to be kings, how to conduct themselves, and how to govern the country.

Ying Zheng's expression changed. He looked at the bamboo slips in Lü Buwei's hand and then at the assembled officials: "What is the meaning of what Chancellor Lü has said?"

The group exchanged glances, then bowed and said in unison, "We have no objections."

Lu Buwei smiled, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on Ying Zheng, as if waiting for an ending.

At this moment, Li Si stepped forward and said, "I have a dissent. All policies and regulations must be promulgated in accordance with the King of Qin. The rule of law is based on the laws of Qin and the King of Qin."

The abolition of the feudal system and the establishment of the prefecture-county system—which of these wasn't driven by the king? The king should learn from the strengths of various schools of thought and learn how to apply them, rather than governing the country with a single set of theories.

Lü Buwei's smile froze, but he still forced a smile: "If the Imperial Censor has any objections, it is naturally I who should explain."

The King of Qin is wise and insightful now, but who can guarantee that future kings will be just as wise? Should we, like King Zhou of Shang, become foolish and ignorant ministers, knowing only loyalty but not how to teach the king or regulate his etiquette?

Li Si retorted: "Qin has a foundation built over six generations, and only now has it become the strongest of the seven states. I admit that there is a king, but he is not as wise as the former king. However, as a subject, one should criticize the king."

As a subject, the first thing to do is to respect the king in order to fulfill one's duty as a subject.

If even we, as subjects, obey the king, how can we expect the people of the world to obey us?