In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

Dozens of burning candles illuminated the entire house as if it were daytime, and Ying Ziqing, casually dressed in a white brocade robe, sat cross-legged in front of the table.

Beside her, Yan Lingji, dressed in a light blue transparent silk dress, gently rested her head on Ying Ziqing's shoulder, gazing at Ying Ziqing's profile illuminated by candlelight, a hint of dreaminess flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Her slender, jade-like hand gently traced Ying Ziqing's back as she spoke in a soft, seductive voice:

"Young master, it's late..."

"Hmm." Ying Ziqing responded succinctly, then continued writing something on the bamboo slips.

Looking at Ying Ziqing's focused gaze, Yan Lingji's eyes revealed a hint of curiosity. What was the young master doing? It was rare to see him so serious.

Yan Lingji gently leaned her head forward and saw four powerful and domineering characters written at the top of the bamboo slip: "Heavenly Dynasty Divine Strategy".

However, before Yan Lingji could continue looking down, Ying Ziqing suddenly got up, picked up Yan Lingji's delicate body, and carried her straight to the bed behind her.

"Woman, curiosity killed the cat!"

Ying Ziqing threw Yan Lingji's soft, boneless body onto the bed and pressed her heavily beneath him.

A charming smile appeared on Yan Lingji's exquisite and beautiful face.

"I am a cat, after all~ Would you like to experience the warmth of a kitten, young master?"

Ying Ziqing's robes were skillfully removed by Yan Lingji, and then... like a collision of water and fire, whether the water extinguished the fire or the fire evaporated the water... is something that cannot be said to outsiders...

Two hours later,

When Ying Ziqing returned to the table in his robes, Yan Lingji, her cheeks rosy, was already fast asleep on the bed, surrounded by shreds of her torn light blue silk dress.

Ying Ziqing shifted her gaze to the unfinished bamboo slip, stroking her chin as she fell into deep thought.

This "Heavenly Dynasty Divine Strategy" is a collection of twelve strategies for governing the country, which he, as a time traveler, summarized based on his previous life and the dynasties throughout history.

It encompassed the centralization of royal power, the appointment and selection of officials, land reform, nationalization of salt and iron, agricultural cultivation, and the promotion of industry and commerce, among other things. Although he could not compile these twelve strategies completely, he only needed to provide a general framework.

As for the rest, they would be discussed and planned by the important ministers of the country. In fact, the only things that the ancients lacked compared to modern people in these aspects were their vision and examples.

When writing about medicine and agriculture, Ying Ziqing put down the wolf-hair brush in his hand, as if he had thought of something. A faint smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hand to put on the scarlet armor that appeared out of thin air.

Her figure vanished like a shadow, leaving only the faint sound of Yan Lingji's slumber in the room.

Meanwhile, within the territory of Han County, a carriage traveled along the official road under the dim night sky.

However, when they reached a certain area, they discovered that the wooden bridge that had stood there had its ropes cut.

The driver, Jingxinmo, turned and lifted the carriage curtain, looking at the young master Fusu, who was sitting inside with his eyes closed in meditation, and said in a deep voice:

“Young Master Fusu, the road ahead is blocked, and it is dark now. Why don’t we find a place to stay nearby first, and then set off early tomorrow morning?”

Fu Su looked at Jing Xinmo with a gentle expression, "Alright, then let's do as Tian Zui Xing says."

The carriage stopped at a nearby mountain village, looking at a courtyard that was still lit up.

Jingxinmo drove the carriage to a stop in front of the courtyard. Fusu and Jingxinmo got out of the carriage together. Fusu looked curiously at the bonfire burning in the courtyard and couldn't help but ask:

"Who lives in this house? And why is a fire being lit so late at night?"

The Mirror Demon explained from the side:

"Young master, you may not know this, but this courtyard is located on the edge of a mountain village, where it is easily attacked by wild beasts. Therefore, the villagers often burn fires in the courtyard to drive away those jackals, wolves, tigers and leopards."

"I see, Fusu has learned something."

Fusu took the initiative to knock on the door. After a while, the door was opened from the inside, and an old man with white hair looked at the elegant and handsome Fusu with a puzzled expression.

He wondered why such a young master would knock on his door so late at night.

"What brings you here so late at night, young master?"

"Old man, we are stranded on our journey and have no choice but to stay here for the night. May we stay here for the night?"

Looking at Fusu's gentle and sincere tone, the old man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and opened the door.

"In that case, please come in, but this old man's house is quite old."

"Thank you, sir." Fusu bowed respectfully.

The old man was startled by this sight. When had such a noble young man ever bowed to him before? He quickly grabbed Fusu's sleeve and said:

"Young master, please don't be so polite. I have some cold food at home, which you may take."

"This will cause you much trouble."

On the earthen kang (heated brick bed), Fusu warmed himself by the fire while looking around the empty house. Somewhat curiously, he asked:

"Old man, why do you live here all by yourself?"

Although Jingxinmo had a guess, he hesitated for a moment and did not speak.

The old man took a bite of his hard-crusted steamed bun, a look of sorrow on his face. “To tell you the truth, I once had a son, but he died on the battlefield, and my wife also died from excessive grief and famine.”

The old man's words plunged Fusu into silence.

"I'm sorry... old man..."

The old man wiped the moisture from the corner of his eyes, a kind smile appearing on his face.

"It's alright, it's alright. If my child were still alive, he would be as tall as you, young master. I never intended to live on in this world, but for some reason, Han became part of Qin. I've been a Han citizen my whole life, and now I've become a Qin citizen..."

"Does the old man harbor any resentment towards the Qin state?"

"Haha, you jest, young master. I am still alive and well, and I am grateful to the Great Qin. How could I have any resentment? If it weren't for the fact that Han had recently become part of the Great Qin and the King of Qin had issued a tax exemption policy and provided relief to us poor people, we would probably have become wandering ghosts long ago."

Now that the King of Qin is wise, the annual taxes are almost non-existent, and our livelihoods are secure. It's better to live a wretched life than to die a glorious death. I'm happy now because I'm a Qin citizen.

The old man's simple words made Fusu doubt and feel confused for the first time about the Confucianism he had always adhered to.

It turns out that... all people in the world want is three meals a day, a peaceful and prosperous life, nothing more. The Confucian classics of poetry, books, rites, and music can only educate the people, but cannot bring them a stable life. Gradually, Fusu began to understand what the Bad Commander had said to him earlier...

Author's note: Sorry, my darlings, I'm still on the road today. I didn't sleep well in the car, so I had to update late because of what I did.

I'm going back tonight, and I'll update everyone tomorrow morning. Goodnight (?°3°)-?