95: Chapter 95 Wang Jian's Suspicion of Zhao Fusu's Identity

"It's free!"

The nobles all stared with astonished eyes at Zhao Fusu, who stood upon the high platform.

Seeing how magical and high-end the Magic Box Napkins were, they had originally thought they would be very expensive, but they never imagined Zhao Fusu would say they were free!

This was completely beyond their imagination, leaving their brains momentarily stalled.

"Your Majesty the Paramount Leader, are you serious?"

Wei Changcheng inquired.

"The words of a sovereign are not spoken in jest!"

Zhao Fusu said, "Tonight, every person who has come to the banquet may receive one pack of Magic Box Napkins."

It wasn't that Zhao Fusu was being a fool with his money; rather, free things are often the most expensive in the long run.

Even if you praise the Magic Box Napkins to the heavens, if they cost money, everyone will be cautious.

But if they are free, people won't care whether they are good or not—they'll use them first and see.

In this way, he could use a minimal amount of money to achieve a wide promotion for the tissues.

Tissues were indeed easy to use, and for the nobility, they weren't particularly expensive. They were more convenient than silk handkerchiefs, cheaper, and more hygienic. Zhao Fusu believed that once these nobles used them, they would definitely come back for more.

Zhao Fusu was born in a highly developed commercial society.

Although he had never done business himself, he scrolled through TikTok every day. When numerous business moguls shared their business insights, Zhao Fusu would watch them.

Over time, he also learned how to conduct business.

He knew the principle that 'the wool comes from the sheep's back'—there is no such thing as a free lunch.

"Long live His Majesty the Head of State!"

"Long live His Majesty the Head of State!"

...

The nobles within Xianyang Palace were all wearing expressions of excitement.

Even though they were wealthy, they were still very happy to receive something for free.

*Clap, clap, clap!*

Zhao Fusu clapped his hands.

A large number of eunuchs, holding wooden trays, entered from outside the palace in a single file.

The wooden trays were covered with black cloth.

"My lords!"

Two eunuchs carrying wooden trays walked to the sides of Meng Yi and Wei Changcheng, respectfully presenting the trays.

Meng Yi and Wei Changcheng couldn't wait to lift the black cloth, revealing the Magic Box Napkins covered underneath.

Meng Yi and Wei Changcheng carefully picked up the Magic Box Napkins.

"This lowly servant takes his leave."

The two eunuchs withdrew.

Meng Yi and Wei Changcheng looked at the oval shape on the Magic Box. Imitating Zhao Fusu, they began to activate the Magic Box and then opened its seal.

Looking at the snowy white paper inside, they carefully pulled one out.

"It came out!"

"It came out!"

Meng Yi looked at the single tissue he had pulled out, his tone excited.

"Mine came out too!"

"Mine came out too!"

Wei Changcheng shouted with a face full of excitement.

Looking at the pure white tissue in his hand, Meng Yi couldn't help but recite a poem: "Plain paper, flawless, its charm lasts long; cut into sheets, its fragrance flows."

"Like wearing the color of snow before the eyes, like grasping the frosty brilliance reflecting cold light."

Cultured people really are different.

Wei Changcheng, a rough man, blinked and said, "I think so too!"

"General Wang, this Magic Box is truly miraculous!"

Wei Liao was sitting at the same table as General Wang Jian, in adjacent seats. He pulled out a tissue and found another one floating there.

He pulled out another, and found yet another tissue floating there, as if it would never end.

The tissue was also incredibly soft, even better to use than a silk handkerchief.

As a General, General Wang Jian had spent his life facing death on the battlefield.

He had never cared much for hygiene.

The tissue itself didn't hold much appeal for him, but this Magic Box was quite novel—it could actually bring out another tissue at the same time as one was pulled out.

Such a design was truly a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

General Wang Jian's gaze couldn't help but fall upon Zhao Fusu.

This grandson-in-law of his was becoming more and more inscrutable.

Ever since the other returned from Shangjun, it was as if he had become a different person.

He couldn't understand many of the other's actions.

He also couldn't see where Great Qin would head under his leadership.

But the fact that he could easily subdue Li Si and make him serve him showed that his methods were far more formidable than he had imagined.

General Wang Jian knew that the First Emperor had faked his death.

Before deciding to carry out the plan of faking his death, the First Emperor had specifically sought out General Wang Jian.

At first, General Wang Jian was very confused as to why the First Emperor would execute such a plan.

After an emperor fakes his death, there is a very real possibility he might actually end up dead.

The throne of supreme power was far too tempting.

No matter who ascended to the supreme position, there was no reason for them to give it back!

A faked death could easily become a real one!

General Wang Jian had held opposing views regarding the First Emperor's implementation of this plan.

But the First Emperor told him about a dream.

In the dream, their Qin State, which had existed for nearly seven hundred years, was to be destroyed in five years.

General Wang Jian did not believe this.

Currently, Great Qin had annihilated the Six States, conquered Baiyue in the south, and driven out the Xiongnu in the north. It was at a moment of unprecedented strength; who could possibly destroy their Great Qin?

The First Emperor told him that Great Qin was only powerful on the surface, while in reality, undercurrents were surging in the shadows.

Their Qin State had wiped out the Six States.

But that did not mean their Qin State had digested the Six States.

The Remnants of the Six States had been secretly accumulating strength over these years, waiting to overthrow Great Qin in one fell swoop.

The First Emperor said, "In the dream, I saw that two years from now, during my fifth eastern tour, I died in Shaqiu."

"After my death, Zhao Gao kept the funeral a secret and, together with Li Si, forged the imperial decree of succession, ordering Fusu and General Meng Tian to commit suicide, and installing Hu Hai on the throne."

"First, a rebellion broke out in Daze Village, followed by rebellions erupting everywhere."

"The main forces of my Great Qin were annihilated at Julu."

"The defenders of Hangu Pass surrendered the pass, Guanzhong fell, and the nearly seven-hundred-year foundation of my Qin State was destroyed in an instant!"

"The fire in my Xianyang Palace burned for three months without being extinguished!"

General Wang Jian was also frightened by the First Emperor's dream.

He said, "Your Majesty, this is but a dream and cannot be taken as truth."

"As the saying goes, what you think about by day, you dream of by night."

"Your Majesty, you were simply too anxious during the day, which is why you had such a dream at night."

"It is different."

The First Emperor said, "It is not that I have never dreamed before, but this dream was different from all the previous ones."

"It was incredibly real!"

"I must be prepared, otherwise, in five years, the nearly seven-hundred-year foundation of my Great Qin will be destroyed!"

Thus, the First Emperor began his plan.

He wanted to verify whether, after his 'death', the situation would develop according to that dream.

Hu Hai's performance here was similar to that in the First Emperor's dream. Hu Hai's terrible performance would certainly lead him to be completely controlled by Zhao Gao, becoming a puppet in Zhao Gao's hands.

Whatever Zhao Gao said, Hu Hai would do.

The only variable appeared in Zhao Fusu.

Zhao Fusu gave General Wang Jian a very unfamiliar feeling.

Aside from the fact that his appearance was the same as Zhao Fusu's, his behavior and the aura he projected were completely different from Young Master Fusu.

He had even suspected whether the other person truly was Young Master Fusu.

General Wang Jian had specifically sought out Wang Xia in private to find out: was Young Master Fusu still Young Master Fusu? Had he been replaced by someone?