It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 465 Midwinter
Heavy snow fell in Xianyang again.

The sound of coughing spread from outside the curtain to the hall.

In the pre-Qin period, the distinction between government offices and residences was not as clear as it is in later times. She did not expect that Wang Wan had foreseen this late at night and ordered his daughter to wait.

On the way, Yao Jia walked silently behind without saying a word. Hearing Meng Yi's question, he was also in a state of anxiety. Meng Yi never left Ying Zheng during his trip, and he also vaguely heard the rumor of the marriage to Meng's family. Did Meng Yi discuss this night with Ying Hehua? Yao Jia was Li Si's most staunch supporter, but since he was the one who saved Zhang Liang, he seemed a little ambiguous. Now, he would examine Ying Hehua's expression from time to time.

Wang Wan's residence is decorated in a low-key manner, with mostly shrubs and not many big trees, so part of the snow that was originally borne by the branches was borne entirely by the gray-white ground.

The four people stepped on the snowy road, making a crunching sound.

Xu Zhi couldn't figure out Meng Yi's intention. She was just about to ask Yao Jia to wait and explain to him that she was going to discuss the marriage certificate with Wang Wan tonight.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yi spoke before she could say anything. "Your Highness, it is inappropriate to visit the Prime Minister's residence late at night." He glanced at Yao Jia, "Your Highness has been caught by Shangqing Yao again this time. If Your Highness returns to Zhilan Palace before midnight, no one will be held accountable."

He turned away and talked to Yao Jia away.

She and Yao Jia climbed over the wall together, but when it comes to arguing about the fault, Meng Yi would not bring Yao Jia into the picture.

Xu Zhi understood somewhat what Ying Zheng meant.

What Ying Zheng wanted was not the Zhou government, but the Qin government.

After returning from the State of Chu, she became close to Wang Wan and was a princess of the royal family (a beneficiary), so she was of course considered a supporter of Wang Wan's political theory.

She didn't want Meng Yi to misunderstand her political views again, so she simply chose another topic.

A ball of heat suddenly gathered around Meng Yi. She ignored his warning, raised her head slightly, raised her eyebrows at him, and smiled perversely, "If you want to ruin my business, then you can pursue it. I see that it's the middle of the night, and you don't seem to have obeyed the curfew, Master Meng."

After she finished speaking, she tossed her head nonchalantly and waved to Yao Jia who was standing under the wall, "Master Yao, come on, please. We need to meet the Prime Minister before daybreak."

“Yes, yes…”

It was dark. He was caught by Ying Hehua while secretly visiting Wang Wan. He also found someone in Liyang to monitor Zhang Liang. I wonder if Ying Hehua knew about it? Now, it is clear that offending the princess is more dangerous.

Yao Jia hurried to catch up, even jogging a few steps.

She reprimanded Li Xian, harassed Zhang Liang, and suppressed Tian Dan.

Meng Yi had never seen such a scene before. Could she summon a minister like Yao Jia just like that?
"Princess."

He blocked her way.

She stared at him, "If you insist on having me return to Zhilan Palace, then the possibility of my words that day being put into practice will be relatively small. No matter what, Wang Wan, I must see you."

Does meeting the critically ill prime minister mean that the marriage certificate no longer needs to exist?

Meng Yi's words were interrupted by a lantern that appeared at the end of the road ahead.

She raised her head, "We have already alarmed the people in the Prime Minister's residence. Why don't you and I each take a step back?"

Meng Yi turned around.

A young girl in a thick cotton jacket was holding the lantern and standing on the snow-covered path.

It was the dead of winter, and the visitor was dressed in white.

She was wrapped in a scarf made of white fox fur, with two locks of hair tied into two playful knots hanging on the sides of her face. Her light-colored cape swayed gently with her movements. Her cheeks were slightly rosy from the cold, like two blooming peach blossoms.

Xu Zhi had seen this girl who looked like a peach blossom at a birthday party. She was Wang Wan's little daughter.

Wang Yan was not alarmed by the four people who came.

She almost trotted to Xu Zhi. When she saw Meng Yi, she was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that they came together.

Wang Yan bowed and said, "Your Highness Yong'an, please forgive A Yan for being slow. I should have come earlier, but now, I need you to move."

"My father was waiting for you at the study, but his condition worsened and he suddenly fainted. He was just moved to the bedroom and woke up again."

"Father said that according to the time, you should be here soon."

Wang Yan spoke very quickly and kept leading the way.

Xu Zhi is very sensitive to these words in medical books.

Her brows sank. She had corresponded with Wang Wan when she was in Yongcheng, and she had never expected that Wang Wan's condition had become so serious.

Xianyang rarely had such a heavy snowfall. The snowflakes falling all over the ground suddenly reminded her of ten years ago.

She hardly stopped.

Meng Yi looked at Wang Yan strangely as she jogged from the corridor to the bedroom, even lifting her skirt, losing her usual demeanor.

Xu Zhi did not go behind the study.

She knelt at the table, feeling uneasy.

This is in stark contrast to the last time when Li Si was seriously ill.

It's been delayed too long.

It's so quiet.

Behind the huge screen, his wife Chen can be vaguely seen beside the couch.

"But Princess Yong'an... has arrived?"

"Besides Her Royal Highness the Princess...there is also...Lord Meng."

After Wang Wan got his youngest daughter's affirmative answer, he remembered an interesting story. Meng Yi said that he would rather die than marry Ying Hehua. And what about Ying Hehua? Her attitude towards the Meng brothers has always been better than others.

"Father, actually I think Her Royal Highness the Princess is not that polite to... Lord Meng." Wang Yan said again.

He turned and smiled again. No one would be like Ying Hehua, who would dare to discuss things with people who hated him so much.

"My lord, my lord..."

Wang Wan supported himself while putting on his official uniform and adjusting all the accessories around his waist. He was then helped to the front hall.

And the people waiting for him in the front hall were not only Ying Hehua and Meng Yi.

There is another person.

My daughter probably didn't know him, and she didn't mention it. The screen was for Ying Hehua. She was alone on the right. In the left side, besides Meng Yi... there was also Yao Jia.

Wang Wan subconsciously thought that Li Si had sent him to gather intelligence and assess the condition of the patient. He did not treat him well.

There are three important facts about this.

The words were meant for Meng Yi and Ying Hehua. This was Wang Wan's attitude, and he wanted to make the final letter to Ying Zheng regarding the enfeoffment.

The words were addressed to Yao Jia, but in fact they were meant for Li Si. Even if there were no more positions in the royal family and no more disciples of his in the court, he would not give in in advocating the doctrine of inclusiveness.

There is one more thing that Wang Wan can only tell Ying Hehua alone.

The screen was removed, and a wisp of incense was revealed on the desk, with the scent of sandalwood rising slowly from the crane's beak.

"Little princess, can you taste it with me again? This tea is very good, the best taste I have ever tasted." His voice was shaking.

The tea in the cup was green, and she could tell at a glance that it was the Shu tea she asked Chen Ping to give him.

"Shu tea is not mine."

"Sent by Li Xian?"

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Li Xian had been to Shu County several times and had been in Chengdu for many years. It was normal for him to send Shu tea worth thousands of gold.

"I don't know." Xu Zhi bit her lip, "I think the Prime Minister would have known it long ago. It was indeed me who asked Chen Ping to pass it on..."

He saw her lower her head and smiled gently to comfort her, "Princess, what you said and what you gave are all very good."

Wang Wan had no idea that what he was drinking was actually Zhang Liang's tea.

The tea leaves are brewed in the water from the mountain snow springs, and each leaf rolls up and down, floating and sinking, just like in the dark, with a long-lasting aftertaste.

It was as if he would never know that his political ideal, the parallel system of counties and kingdoms, was not realized by the Qin Dynasty but by the Han Dynasty in the original history.

He looked at Ying Hehua, wondering if his dream would be realized by them. However, his condition was deteriorating, and he knew a cruel fact very clearly.

He tremblingly took out the small printed book from his sleeve.

He knelt on the ground, and Xu Zhi tried to help him up, but he refused.

Wang Wan stubbornly presented it to her.

This is probably her marriage certificate.

Xu Zhi reached out to take it.

Unexpectedly, Wang Wan clenched her fists and said, "Your Highness..."

She looked at him quietly, and saw what happened many years ago in his eyes.

She lied to him and said that she was timid and wanted Meng Tian to be her bodyguard.

Wang Wan was stunned by her fright.

The gentleness and kindness in his eyes have not changed to this day.

"My body is already at the end of its strength."

Xu Zhi knew what he was going to say. Perhaps Meng Yi had also looked for him.

She gently squatted down and looked at him straight in the eyes, her eyes full of respect. "It's okay. This was originally meant for me."

Wang Wan raised the scroll above her head, "Princess..."

Xu Zhi didn't want to argue with a seriously ill person about such a trivial matter. At the moment she cut the bamboo slips, she just took out her copper seal, and with a bang, Wang Wan's hand hovered over the ink pad that fit the bamboo slips, stopping her from dropping the seal.

If it was sealed, it meant that Princess Yong'an had accepted the imperial edict no matter what was written inside. The emperor's edict could only be obeyed, not violated.

Then she heard Wang Wan say, "The eldest son and I wrote to the emperor together. Perhaps there is still room for maneuver. The eldest son definitely does not want the princess to do this."

"It's still not too late for the princess to go back to the palace and build it."

The sound of snow and wind masked each other.

Wang Wan was an elder and a subject after all, so he could not ask her who she was going to marry.

He finally asked his question hesitantly.

Feudalism or counties?

Xu Zhi was lost in the snow on the corridor for a while. She didn't know how to talk to Wang Wan. She had always adhered to the principle of being honest with each other. She wanted to tell him the truth before he died: she became closer to Wang Wan, communicated with him frequently, and fell out with Li Si in order to better promote the county system.

She looked him in the eyes, her words failing her.

She could not use the correctness of two thousand years to criticize the wisdom and resourcefulness of the beginning of chaos.

He was by no means stupid, and she was not a prophet, she was just born two thousand years later.

The things on the road were the reason why they drank tea and speculated and forgot their age two years ago.

"I believe in my father. I think the Prime Minister also believes in my father."

Wang Wan looked into her eyes and smiled deeply.

She paused, "In front of us is a dead silence and a vibrant life. Prime Minister, perhaps only after we have truly walked through it, can we know what is right."

"Princess..." He looked at her with a smile, then looked outside, pointed in the direction of Yuming, and suddenly coughed violently, as if he wanted to spit out all the blood in his lungs. His gray hair and beard were stained with black and red blood.

"It's almost dawn, and I have to attend the last court meeting."

A few days later.

On the day when Wang Wan's life came to an end, he forced Yao Jia to stand with three fingers together and swear a solemn oath.

Then he happily took off the prime minister's robe and official hat.

He will always be Cai Ze's best disciple.

His departure was just right, yet so gentle and long.

A snowflake melted into the earth, hoping for a good harvest in the coming year, and also looking forward to spring rain to welcome a new era for the Qin Dynasty.