The news of Zhao Feng being appointed as a general spread quickly.
Some people were genuinely happy for him and his family, such as Wu Lizheng, who had no trace of jealousy in his heart.
But others...
Seeing someone who had previously lived a harder life suddenly rise to prominence as the most important person in the village, they couldn't help but feel envious.
Zhao Ying rushed toward her family's courtyard, with Wu Lizheng following closely behind.
For Zhao Ying, she couldn't wait to share the good news with her mother.
When they arrived home, Zhao's mother was already waiting anxiously in the courtyard.
"Ying'er, how's your brother?"
As soon as she saw her daughter, Zhao's mother stood up nervously and asked.
"Mother," Zhao Ying said excitedly, her beautiful face flushed with joy. "Brother is alive and well! And you wouldn't believe how incredible he has become!"
Hearing that her son was alive, Zhao's mother let out a sigh of relief.
"As long as he's alive," she said, her tone softening. "Did they say when your brother will come home?"
"Zhao's family."
Wu Lizheng chuckled and spoke up, "I'm afraid your Zhao Feng won't be coming back any time soon."
"Uncle Wu, did Feng'er do something wrong?" Zhao's mother asked, a little surprised.
"Ying'er should explain," Wu Lizheng said with a smile. "But prepare yourself you might be in for a shock."
Zhao's mother looked at Zhao Ying, still puzzled.
"Mother," Zhao Ying began, unable to contain her excitement. "My brother has become a general of Great Qin!"
"A general?" Zhao's mother froze, her face filled with disbelief. "What kind of general?"
"A general who leads soldiers into battle!" Zhao Ying replied with a bright smile, her joy for her brother shining through.
"Are you sure there isn't a mistake?" Zhao's mother said, still in doubt. "Feng'er has only been in the army for less than a year. Even if he's been lucky enough to achieve some merits, how could he already become a general?"
"Mother," Zhao Ying said earnestly, "I didn't believe it at first either. But look, the official records from the court have arrived! All of Brother's achievements are documented here. Not only has he become a general, but he's also been granted the title of Zuò Shùzhǎng! Do you know what that means? That's a tenth-rank noble title! Our family will now have a thousand mu of fertile land, and Brother's descendants can inherit it forever!"
She waved a bamboo scroll in her hand and handed it to her mother.
Zhao's mother took the scroll, opened it, and carefully read through the contents. As she finished, her face was filled with shock.
"How is this possible?" Zhao's mother murmured, clutching the scroll tightly, disbelief written all over her face.
"This is no mistake, Zhao's family," Wu Lizheng said with a hearty laugh. "Your son has truly made a name for himself and become a general. From now on, your family will live a blessed life."
But Zhao's mother didn't seem as joyful as one might expect. Instead, her face showed concern. "If I could choose, I would never have let him join the army in the first place," she said with a sigh.
"Mother," Zhao Ying said, confused by her mother's reaction. "Brother is safe now, so why are you still so worried?"
"As long as your brother is fine, that's all that matters," Zhao's mother replied, her tone less spirited.
In her heart, Zhao's mother couldn't help but think back to the past.
Years ago, she had narrowly escaped disaster with her children. Now, her son had achieved a remarkable fate by becoming a general.
But with his newfound prominence, she feared that their family's past might resurface.
"If it were possible," Zhao's mother thought to herself, "I wish we could stay in this village forever, far from the world's dangers. No one would ever know..."
At that moment, Wu Lizheng spoke up again.
"Zhao's family, you should prepare yourselves. That official, Chen Fen, mentioned that the county governor would personally come to distribute Zhao Feng's salary. He might arrive as soon as tomorrow or the day after."
"Don't worry, Uncle Wu," Zhao Ying replied quickly. "I'll make sure everything is ready."
"And one more thing," Wu Lizheng said, hesitating slightly.
Looking at him, Zhao's mother smiled kindly. "Uncle Wu, our family owes you so much. If it weren't for you, Feng'er, Ying'er, and I wouldn't even be alive today. You saved us and took care of us. Whatever you need, just say the word."
Hearing this, Wu Lizheng was moved. He smiled and said, "It's nothing major. Now that Feng'er has earned a tenth-rank title, your family will have a thousand mu of land. There are about ten households in the village who don't have enough land to farm and have to pay exorbitant rents to the wealthy. I was hoping you could rent some of your land to them at a fair price."
"Uncle Wu," Zhao's mother replied warmly, "you don't need to ask me about this. Ying'er and I don't know much about these things. If there is so much land, you can handle it as you see fit."
"Thank you, Zhao's family," Wu Lizheng said gratefully. "On behalf of the villagers, I thank you for your generosity."
Wu Lizheng, now nearing sixty, was highly respected in the village. Once a father of three sons, all of whom had died on the battlefield, he had chosen to use their earned land and titles to help struggling villagers.
It was this selflessness that had earned him the title of a virtuous elder.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the courtyard.
Villagers, both old friends of the Zhao family and curious onlookers had gathered.
"Zhao's family, congratulations!"
"Your son, Zhao Feng, has made it big!"
"Yes, congratulations! Your son is now a general. What an honor!"
"We're so happy for you. You won't have to suffer anymore..."
The villagers entered one by one, offering their congratulations.
Zhao's mother, ever gracious, responded with a warm smile, thanking each of them in turn.
Meanwhile, in Xianyang, within the Zhangtai Palace...
King Ying Zheng sat on his throne, facing several high-ranking officials.
The officials each held a memorial in their hands, their expressions varied as they finished reading.
"Have you all read it?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Your Majesty," Wang Wan replied respectfully, "we have."
"And what are your thoughts on General Zhao Feng's proposal?" Ying Zheng asked, scanning the room.
"Your Majesty, this humble servant believes..."
"It would be too risky to reorganize the surrendered troops; it's better to reduce them to slaves. First, this would eliminate the need to pay their salaries, avoiding a drain on the state treasury. Second, reorganizing them poses significant hidden dangers that could harm the nation's strength." Wang Wan spoke directly.
"I, however, believe that General Zhao Feng's proposal is feasible."
"Since ancient times, strategies for warfare have varied. The highest form of warfare is to attack the enemy's strategy. With the Han defeated and no longer a sovereign state, its lands have become our Qin's Yingchuan Commandery. Strictly speaking, the surrendered troops from Han are already citizens of Qin. This aligns with General Zhao's view and avoids the problems associated with reorganizing surrendered troops in the past."
"In the past, surrendered troops rebelled because their home countries still existed, so their allegiance was not genuine. But now Han has fallen. What courage do they have to rebel? According to Qin law, their entire clan would be executed if they dared. This serves as both punishment and deterrent."
"Furthermore, reorganizing surrendered troops greatly benefits Qin. Qin's goal is to conquer and unify all the states. With every conquered state, a large number of surrendered soldiers are absorbed. These are seasoned fighters from the battlefield, far superior to recruits, and the cost to the nation is much lower."
"General Zhao's proposal suggests treating them as surrendered troops until they prove their loyalty. For now, Qin only needs to provide them with daily sustenance without paying annual salaries, thereby significantly reducing the strain on the national treasury," Wei Liao supported enthusiastically.
Compared to the conservative Wang Wan, Wei Liao, as a disciple of the School of Diplomacy and Warfare, naturally embraced innovative ideas.
Zhao Feng's proposal for reorganizing the surrendered troops immediately gained his approval and endorsement.
"Tingwei, what are your thoughts?"
Ying Zheng did not make an immediate decision but turned to Li Si.
"I am not well-versed in military matters or troop reorganization."
"However, the Director of the Bureau of Agriculture is a disciple of the School of Diplomacy and Warfare and possesses far greater insight into military strategy than us ministers who remain confined to the court. Therefore, I believe the Director's proposal is reasonable," Li Si said with cupped hands.
His words were lengthy but cleverly ambiguous. Li Si appeared to support Wei Liao's viewpoint while subtly criticizing Wang Wan for being out of touch with military realities.
Wang Wan's aging eyes flashed with displeasure, but he dared not show it too openly in front of the Qin King.
"The Director's proposal might have merit, but time will be the ultimate test," Wang Wan said, casting a sidelong glance at Li Si.
At this moment, General Wang Jian, who had remained silent, spoke.
"This strategy by Zhao Feng has my full support."
"I have served in the military for many years, and I believe this approach is feasible," Wang Jian declared decisively.
Hearing this, Ying Zheng smiled faintly and said, "The Grand General makes a valid point. Zhao Feng's proposal is indeed viable."
"This plan aims to strike at the root and win over hearts and minds."
"First, the surrendered troops from Han have lost their homeland. They have nowhere to escape, and their families are under Qin's control. If they rebel, their entire clans will be executed."
"Second, Zhao Feng's promise to elevate them to Qin's elite soldiers serves as an incentive. Killing enemies and achieving merits offers them the chance to become elite soldiers. This aligns with our military merit system and provides every surrendered soldier with an opportunity. I believe no one among them can refuse this." Ying Zheng spoke thoughtfully.
Though it seemed he had convened his ministers to deliberate, his words revealed he had already decided to approve Zhao Feng's proposal.
"Your Majesty is wise," Wei Liao said, being the first to express his agreement.
Other ministers quickly followed, praising in unison: "Your Majesty is wise."
"Grand General."
"Deliver my decree. Zhao Feng is permitted to implement this plan."
"I will give him time. If he can truly transform these surrendered troops into a formidable force for Qin, I will reward him generously," Ying Zheng said solemnly.
"I accept the decree," Wang Jian responded immediately.
"Your Majesty," Wei Liao interjected, "I have another matter to report."
"Speak," Ying Zheng said, turning his gaze to Wei Liao.
"I have received some intelligence."
"It appears Zhao is preparing for military action. The most elite border troops of Zhao have mobilized, and generals Lian Po and Pang Nuan are reportedly heading to Handan," Wei Liao said gravely.
"Zhao Yan."
Upon hearing of Zhao, Ying Zheng's expression turned cold.
"He ascended the throne illegitimately, and both the court and the people of Zhao speak ill of him. To change this perception, he seeks to expand territory through warfare," Ying Zheng said with a faint smile.
His understanding of Zhao Yan's motives was crystal clear.
"Your Majesty is correct," Wei Liao agreed.
"Zhao Yan is desperate to prove himself through territorial conquest. However, he dares not act recklessly, fearing Qin might seize the opportunity to attack Zhao. Without assurance that Qin won't intervene, Zhao Yan wouldn't dare make a move."
"I want Zhao to take military action," Ying Zheng stated, his expression serious as he glanced at his ministers.
"Zhao Yan likely desires a non-aggression pact with Qin to gain the freedom to wage war on other states."
"Your Majesty is insightful," Wei Liao said, bowing.
"I suggest sending emissaries to Zhao, clearly stating Qin's intention to form a non-aggression alliance."
"If Zhao seeks an alliance to invade other states, what pretext should Qin offer?" Ying Zheng asked Wei Liao.
Bowing deeply, Wei Liao smiled and said, "We could claim instability in Yingchuan, spreading rumors that remnants of Han are causing constant unrest, depleting Qin's resources and exhausting its military."
"Additionally, we could emphasize Qin's fear of Zhao attacking its borders or aiding Han. Such narratives would surely convince Zhao Yan to let down his guard and agree to an alliance."
Hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes brightened. "As expected of my strategist from the School of Diplomacy and Warfare. This is an excellent plan."
"If we feign weakness, Zhao Yan will undoubtedly take the bait."
"In his heart, he yearns for an alliance with Qin to prevent a future attack by us. Once he commits to war with another state, we can strike Zhao when their forces are fully engaged, seizing significant territory."
The ministers bowed in unison, impressed by the young king's foresight.
"Your Majesty is wise," they echoed.
"The details of this strategy will be entrusted to Minister Wei. Let no word of this leak, or there will be no mercy," Ying Zheng said gravely.
"We understand," the ministers responded immediately.
Wei Liao accepted his assignment gladly.
"After the rumors are spread, we will need a capable emissary to negotiate with Zhao. Does anyone have a recommendation?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Your Majesty," Li Si stepped forward. "I recommend the Minister Yao Jia. He is a master of rhetoric. Since joining Qin, he has sought opportunities to serve Your Majesty, and I believe he will not disappoint."
Hearing Yao Jia's name, Ying Zheng appeared thoughtful, recalling past events.
Years ago, Yao Jia had served Zhao and played a key role in uniting Chu, Han, Wei, and Zhao in a coalition against Qin.
Although capable, he was later exiled by Zhao and took refuge in Qin. His eloquence and abilities earned Ying Zheng's favor, and he was appointed Minister with a fief of 1,000 households.
Yao Jia's defection had drawn criticism, including a famous remark from Han Fei: "A great thief of Liang, and a banished minister of Zhao."
This biting comment was one reason Yao Jia and Li Si later orchestrated Han Fei's demise.
"To represent Qin in negotiations with Zhao, we need someone of high standing to underscore Qin's supposed desperation for an alliance. I propose Minister Changping Jun Mi Qi. As the father of the Crown Prince's mother and a Minister of State, his identity lends weight to the mission," Wang Wan suggested loudly, clearly vying with Li Si.
Hearing Wang Wan's recommendation, Ying Zheng pondered.
Wang Wan and Li Si anxiously awaited his decision. Under Qin's centralized rule, their prospects depended entirely on the king's favor.
"Chancellor Wang's suggestion is reasonable," Ying Zheng said after some consideration.
"Sending Minister Changping Jun will indeed better convince Zhao Yan that Qin seeks an alliance out of necessity."
Wang Wan beamed with satisfaction, while Li Si's expression betrayed a hint of disappointment.
If this diplomatic mission succeeds, it will naturally be a great accomplishment.
"Though Lord Changping possesses certain abilities, he hails from a military background and is not entirely skilled in diplomacy and debate. Yao Jia, on the other hand, is eloquent."
"Convey my secret decree."
"Appoint Mi Qi as the chief envoy and Yao Jia as the deputy envoy. Once Minister Wei has completed his arrangements and the timing is right, the two of you shall immediately proceed to Zhao for the mission," Ying Zheng declared decisively.
There is light at the end of the tunnel.
Originally thinking his recommendation would be ignored, Li Si now wore a satisfied smile.
"Your Majesty is wise," Li Si and Wang Wan said in unison, exchanging glances.
"Father."
"Han Fei has been detained in the imperial prison for nearly half a month. What does Father intend to do with him?"
"I have long heard that Han Fei is a great talent of our time. If he could be recruited to serve our Qin, it would undoubtedly strengthen the state."
Fusu stepped forward, bowing respectfully as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, Li Si's heart sank, and his brow furrowed slightly.
"So it's true."
"Fusu is attempting to win over Han Fei."
Li Si clenched his hand tightly within his sleeve.
He was well aware of Han Fei's capabilities as his former classmate. If Han Fei were truly recruited to Fusu's side, it would spell trouble for Li Si another brilliant legalist mind wielded against him.
Li Si instantly grasped Fusu's intentions.
"Your Majesty," he began, stepping forward with a facade of helplessness and understanding.
"I studied alongside Han Fei at the Jixia Academy under Master Xunzi. From what I know of him, Han Fei is steadfast and loyal. Winning his allegiance to Qin will not be easy."
"So, according to the Minister of Justice, Han Fei cannot be used by me?" Ying Zheng asked, glancing at Li Si.
The Han officials captured alongside Han Fei had already been dealt withthose willing to surrender and capable had been assigned posts, with their families held in Qin as hostages. Those who refused were executed, and their families were enslaved.
But Han Fei remained an exception.
Since capturing him, Ying Zheng had not summoned him but instead kept him in the imperial prison, likely to temper him and pave the way for his eventual recruitment.
"Father," Fusu interjected, "I believe that Han Fei, being talented, is naturally proud. If reason is shown and emotion appealed to, he can surely be persuaded to serve Qin."
"Your son is willing to go to the imperial prison to persuade Han Fei. I humbly request your permission." Fusu bowed deeply, offering himself for the task.
Li Si, seeing this, grew anxious and immediately stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, as Han Fei's former classmate and close friend, I am better positioned to persuade him. I request to undertake this mission on behalf of Your Majesty," Li Si declared.
Ying Zheng surveyed the two men vying for the task, his gaze briefly sweeping over Fusu with a flicker of disdain, though it vanished in an instant.
"Minister of Justice, you shall go on my behalf," he said, turning his attention to Li Si.
"Your servant obeys the decree," Li Si replied promptly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes as he glanced at Wang Wan.
Fusu stepped back, visibly disappointed.
Wang Wan, however, cast a worried glance at him.
After the court had dispersed, Ying Zheng stood gazing out of the hall.
"Wang Wan."
"Fusu."
"Time and again..."
Ying Zheng uttered their names coldly, his tone laced with a profound meaning.
Standing silently nearby, Zhao Gao's expression remained impassive, but inwardly, he was delighted.
Outside the palace, Fusu and Wang Wan walked side by side.
"Young master, you acted impulsively just now. You must never again request to persuade Han Fei in front of His Majesty," Wang Wan said gravely, his face full of concern.
"Why?" Fusu asked, puzzled.
"Do you know what matters most to a ruler?" Wang Wan countered.
Fusu thought for a moment. "Power?"
"Precisely."
"And forming factions is regarded as taboo by the ruler."
"Han Fei is a prisoner, not yet loyal to Qin. Your enthusiasm to approach him today made your intentions too obvious. Even if they are innocent, it can be interpreted as an attempt to recruit them for your use. This is something you must never show in front of His Majesty, especially as you are not the crown prince yet," Wang Wan explained with a sigh.
"No wonder Father chose Li Si to persuade him instead," Fusu said, a look of realization dawning on his face.
"This matter has indeed soured my standing with Father."
"Back then, I sought to help you gain military authority, a crucial step for securing the position of crown prince. To test His Majesty's thoughts, I spread rumors of his intention to betroth a member of the Wang family to you. His lack of opposition and public approval during court confirmed your importance in his eyes.
"Thus, today's matter need not trouble you excessively. Just remember to restrain yourself before His Majesty and avoid seeming overly ambitious," Wang Wan cautioned sternly.
"Royal families lack fathers and sons; they know only power. Young master, you must keep this in mind."
Fusu nodded solemnly. "Thank you for your guidance, Prime Minister."
"No need for thanks. I will do my utmost to serve you," Wang Wan replied.
"Although you did not get the opportunity to meet Han Fei, your maternal grandfather's mission to Zhao will bring merit to your name if successful. The scales still favor you in court, and Li Si will not easily overcome us."
Wang Wan sneered.
At that moment, Li Si approached from the distance.
Noticing the conversation between Wang Wan and Fusu, Li Si passed without pause.
"Minister of Justice, you seem quite pleased with yourself," Wang Wan remarked coldly.
"Young master is present. Do you not show proper respect?"
Pausing briefly, Li Si turned back, a hint of frost in his tone.
"Why should I bow?"
"The young master may be of royal blood, but he is not the crown prince. My obeisance is reserved for His Majesty and the crown prince.
"As for rank, the young master does not surpass me."
With that, Li Si turned and left without hesitation.
His attitude made the tension between him and Wang Wan abundantly clear as if neither cared to hide their animosity.
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