I traveled through the Cretaceous period and farmed with the ever-changing dog egg.

The grand Prime Minister's residence was so solemn and dignified that even the main gate appeared exceptionally so. This old man was quite good at putting on a show.

"Where is that old man waiting for you?" Just as the words were spoken, a strong male voice rang out from outside.

"Your humble servant Lü Buwei greets Your Majesty."

Lin Chaoyan, who had been quietly following behind Ying Zheng, stepped down from the carriage with Wen Ci's help. Before her eyes came a mansion with a plaque inscribed in large seal script: "Prime Minister's Residence."

Lü Buwei, the Prime Minister's residence? Who exactly are you? Lin Chaoyan felt like she had stumbled upon a huge bombshell.

"Zhao Ji greets the Prime Minister!" As Ayan said, what does it matter if one is adept at navigating both sides? As long as Zheng'er becomes the King of Qin, none of that matters. She had heard that Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang had also played both sides with Dorgon for her son's sake, yet her son killed him. She could do the same.

Zhao Ji? Xia Lian said her name is Zhao Ji? Then A Zheng is Ying Zheng? You little brat! You dare to lie to me? Lin Chaoyan wanted to turn around and leave right then and there.

"Ayan, wait a little longer, I'll definitely give you an explanation soon." Looking at Lin Chaoyan's expressionless face, Ying Zheng knew she was definitely angry. He quietly tugged at her sleeve, "Ayan, let me explain later, okay?!"

Lin Chaoyan turned her face away, not even giving him a glance, her heart filled with complex emotions. On one hand, she was angry that he had lied to her, but she knew that as long as he revealed his identity, she wouldn't refuse him at all. On the other hand, because he was Ying Zheng, she felt a little excited to see her idol.

"Madam, no, I have come on the orders of the King to welcome you and your son." A flash of amazement crossed Lü Buwei's eyes as Zhao Ji stepped out of the carriage. Then he looked at Ying Zheng with the expression of a loving father.

"It's been over a decade since we last met. How have you been, Madam?"

"Your Excellency is so kind. Zhao Ji is doing well." Zhao Ji smiled gently, her eyes sparkling with tenderness. Turning to her son, she called softly, "Zheng'er, why don't you come and greet Prime Minister Lü!"

"Yes, Mother," Ying Zheng understood immediately, his every move exuding an air of extraordinary composure. "Zheng'er greets the Prime Minister."

Lu Buwei was momentarily surprised, "I really didn't expect Zheng'er..." He subconsciously realized he had misspoke and quickly corrected himself, "Young Master Zheng is actually so handsome, raising his cup and gazing at the blue sky with disdain, as fair as a jade tree standing in the wind."

No wonder he was surprised. At nine years old, he was already 1.4 meters tall. He was at the age where he was growing. During this time, Lin Chaoyan had been feeding him calcium supplements, milk, and beef, and would drag him to practice swordsmanship whenever she had free time. She could be considered half a master to Ying Zheng. Unfortunately, Ying Zheng felt that his master was easier to control than his wife and had always been unwilling to admit it.

Lin Chaoyan stood behind with her arms crossed, silently watching the show. She knew that this old man really thought Ying Zheng was his son! Did he really think Ying Yiren was a fool?

"Madam and Prince Zheng must be exhausted from their long journey. Please come to the Prime Minister's residence to rest for a while. Tomorrow, I will take you two to see His Majesty." As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Chaoyan and Wen Ci behind him, his eyes filled with obvious amazement, which made Ying Zheng very unhappy, as if someone else was eyeing his things.

Zhao Ji quickly moved to block Lü Buwei's view, and smiled slightly, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Prime Minister!"

Seeing this, Lü Buwei showed no displeasure whatsoever. Instead, he remained calm and respectfully invited the mother and son inside. "Madam, please, Young Master Zheng!" he said, glancing at Lin Chaoyan with a hint of calculation and smugness in his eyes.

Although it was more than two thousand years ago, it was still the exquisite and grand garden of the Prime Minister's residence, with exotic flowers and rare plants, carved beams and painted rafters, and respectful and well-mannered servants. Lü Buwei was also a cunning man, arranging for Zhao Ji's courtyard to be decorated from beginning to end exactly like the city of Handan back then.

"The Prime Minister is quite sentimental; this place is decorated exactly like the old Handan city." The voice was calm, but his eyes seemed to be looking back on something.

Lin Chaoyan was genuinely worried that Zhao Ji would be moved by this little scheme. She secretly planned to say more bad things about Lü Buwei, highlighting the vices of men.

"Madam, you flatter me! It's just that Lü Buwei hasn't changed at all." Look at this old man, still trying to use these things to prove that he's still the same as he was back then.

"Someone come here!" With his command, six maids slowly walked out from all around.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

“You must take good care of Madam and Prince Zheng!” “Madam, Prince Zheng, this is your temporary courtyard,” Zhao Ji said as Lü Buwei led Ying Zheng to a secluded and well-located residence.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

Looking at Ying Zheng's robust physique, Lü Buwei's eyes flashed with a complex emotion. He slowly said, "Young Master Zheng, you must be tired from the journey. Go and rest first. When it's time for your meal, servants will bring it to you."

His gaze then fell on Gu Chaoyan, who had been following Ying Zheng and watching the commotion. A slight smile played on his lips as he slowly said, "Your rooms..."

Before Lü Buwei could finish speaking, Ying Zheng decisively stopped him, "Prime Minister, these two are my benefactors, so it's fine for them to live with me!"

“Then let’s do as Prince Zheng says,” Lü Buwei said, glancing at Lin Chaoyan one last time before turning away, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Ayan, you may stay in the room next to mine!" Ying Zheng said to Shen Qing, looking at the slightly smaller room next to his own. Ayan, I'm sorry to trouble you, but one day, I will surely let you stay in the finest palace in the entire world.

"Ayan, this is your room," Ying Zheng said, opening the door for her. He was quite dissatisfied with the conditions and facilities inside. But he forgot that even this was several times better than his room in Handan City, and he simply took it for granted that these things were not good enough for Lin Chaoyan.

"Oh!" Lin Chaoyan looked around and said indifferently.

Ying Zheng nodded and walked towards the next room. His room was very close to Gu Chaoyan's, separated only by a wall.

Wen Ci closed the door, took out a large wooden tub from her spatial storage, and respectfully squatted down to soak Lin Chaoyan's feet. "Yan Yan, soaking your feet will make you feel better."

"Hehe, this Lü Buwei is really bold, he actually dares to come looking for her~" Lin Chaoyan has excellent hearing and knew from the moment Lü Buwei stepped into the courtyard.

While Zhao Ji was still reminiscing about Lin Chaoyan's powerful words, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter!"

As Lü Buwei pushed open the door and entered, Zhao Ji quickly rose to greet him, "Prime Minister!"

"Please listen to what Lü Buwei has to say, Madam." Lü Buwei was, after all, Lü Buwei, who valued profit above all else. There was a momentary struggle in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Ji.

"Madam, Yiren has now changed his name to Zichu and ascended the throne of Qin. He is waiting in the palace for you and Prince Zheng to reunite. Prince Zheng is the King's eldest son, so you must think more about his future!"

"Does the Prime Minister truly have no feelings for Zhao Ji at all?" Zhao Ji did not want to let him go. She and her son had no foundation in Qin and could only rely on Lü Buwei.

"If Lü Buwei truly felt no longing whatsoever, why would he have sent men to protect you, Madam, and to rescue you and your child back to Qin? If you hadn't left beforehand, you would have returned with the men I sent." Zhao Ji had no idea. In her mind, she and Ying Zheng had been abandoned somewhere, humiliated and beaten, starving and freezing. If it weren't for Lin Chaoyan rescuing her and her child, taking pity on her, she might have died long ago, or at least been forced into prostitution to support herself and her child.

“However, things are different now. Your wife will be the Queen of Qin, and Prince Zheng will be the Prince of Qin. Your wife has endured so much hardship in Zhao. Now that you have finally returned, you should enjoy your retirement and become the Empress.” He was afraid that Zhao Ji would ruin his plans. He had worked so hard to get to where he was today, and he could not let it all be ruined.

"Lu Buwei hopes that Madam can look to the future and prioritize important matters. Since the past is already gone, there is no point in saying more. Let everything fade away!" Lu Buwei had already married and had children, and his status was rising steadily. He had to keep Zhao Ji calm.

Zhao Ji watched him try to shake her off, intending to fight for herself and Ying Zheng. "Where's Zheng'er? Zheng'er is the Prime Minister's own flesh and blood! Doesn't the Prime Minister want to acknowledge Zheng'er?" Ayan was right. Between beauty and power, men would naturally choose power. She could take advantage of that. After all, that position was her own son, which was different from others.

Lü Buwei was exasperated, frustrated by the woman's lack of vision. "Madam, you are mistaken! What lies before Zheng'er now is the responsibility of inheriting the throne of Qin. How can you ruin Zheng'er's bright future for your own selfish reasons?"