in2ebook Chapter 302 Detailed Plan
Chapter 302 Detailed Plan
Upon returning home, Ying Wuyou hurriedly entered her study, sat down at her desk, spread out a sheet of clean Xuan paper, picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write a memorial. She knew the importance of this memorial, so she carefully considered every word, striving to express the core points in the most concise and clear language. Although brevity was required, the amount of information it contained was not to be underestimated.
However, a single memorial was far from enough. Ying Wuyou needed to develop a detailed plan to ensure the smooth implementation of the scheme. So, after completing the memorial, she took a short rest, drank some tea to moisten her throat, and then continued to work on the plan.
Time passed slowly, and the sunlight outside the window gradually slanted westward, casting dappled shadows on the desk. But Ying Wuyou was completely absorbed in the words he was writing, oblivious to the changes in his surroundings.
With the last stroke completed, Ying Wuyou let out a long sigh of relief. She put down the brush, stretched her somewhat stiff fingers, and then gently rubbed her aching wrist. The long hours of writing had left her a little tired, but seeing the pile of manuscript paper in front of her, a sense of accomplishment welled up inside her.
Slowly standing up, Ying Wuyou stretched and walked out of the study. By this time, night had fallen, and the light in the room had become dim.
After a simple dinner, Ying Wuyou didn't go to rest immediately. She returned to her desk and carefully reviewed the proposal she had just written. From the overall framework to every detail, she checked everything one by one, not overlooking any possible oversights. Only after confirming that the proposal was flawless did she put away the memorial and the proposal with peace of mind, and got up to go to her bedroom.
After washing up, Ying Wuyou snuggled into the warm quilt and closed her eyes. The warm kang (heated brick bed) seemed to possess a magical power, instantly making Ying Wuyou feel incredibly comfortable and relaxed. Before long, exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep and drifted into a sweet dream.
In the still of the night, Ying Wuyou was soundly asleep, as usual. Suddenly, she awoke with a start. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling the warmth emanating from the heated kang bed beneath her, and her thoughts gradually cleared.
Ying Wuyou lay quietly on the bed, her mind involuntarily replaying the plan she had been conceiving recently. She began to carefully recall every detail, conducting a comprehensive and in-depth review of the entire plan. As her thinking progressed, Ying Wuyou increasingly felt that this seemingly flawless plan actually contained some undeniable flaws. These flaws, if not carefully considered, could potentially bring unexpected trouble to the Great Qin Dynasty.
Thinking of this, Ying Wuyou could no longer sit comfortably on the bed. She quickly got up, dressed quickly, and then walked towards the study without hesitation. Pushing open the door, a faint scent of ink wafted out. On the desk, a thick stack of papers and a delicate calligraphy brush were neatly arranged.
Ying Wuyou walked quietly to her desk and sat down. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and then devoted all her energy to further refining the plan. Time passed slowly, and the night outside the window grew deeper, but Ying Wuyou remained oblivious. Sometimes she frowned, deep in thought; other times she wrote furiously, recording fleeting sparks of inspiration.
And so, after a whole night of agonizing thought and repeated revisions, as the dawn's light streamed through the window into the study, Ying Wuyou finally revealed a satisfied smile. Because at this moment, regarding the bureaucratic system she had envisioned the day before, she had not only identified and addressed its potential flaws, but had also developed many entirely new ideas and highly innovative improvements.
Unbeknownst to them, the pitch-black night seemed to be gently brushed away by an invisible hand, gradually becoming brighter. Ying Wuyou slowly raised her head and looked out the window, where she saw that the eastern sky was already turning a pale white, heralding the start of a new day.
She stretched gently, loosening her slightly stiff body. Just then, a soft, rhythmic knocking reached her ears; she knew without a doubt that it was Cui'er coming to urge her to go to court.
Ying Wuyou calmly stood up, first carefully sorting through the slightly messy memorials and plans on the table to ensure there were no omissions or errors, before walking towards the study door. When she opened the door, she indeed saw Cui'er standing outside, waiting respectfully.
Ying Wuyou nodded slightly, signaling Cui'er to go about her business. Then, she walked through the path in the courtyard and headed straight for Zhangtai Palace.
The sun was gradually rising, and the entire city of Xianyang seemed to be awakened. Its brilliant light shone on the azure sky, painting it a dazzling golden hue. The Zhangtai Palace, situated in the city, appeared even more solemn and majestic under the morning glow.
Looking into the distance, Ying Wuyou saw the palace's eaves soaring high, like eagles spreading their wings; the crisscrossing brackets resembled an intricate chessboard. Every carving was exquisite and lifelike, whether it was the graceful dragon and phoenix patterns or the solemn and elegant cloud reliefs, all showcasing the superb skills of the craftsmen. The vermilion palace walls stretched long and winding, like a sleeping dragon lying quietly on the earth, magnificent and awe-inspiring. These architectural elements complemented each other, collectively demonstrating the supreme majesty and powerful spirit of the Qin Empire.
Ying Wuyou was stunned by the magnificent scene before him and couldn't help but exclaim, "How beautiful!"
However, in stark contrast to Ying Wuyou's leisurely enjoyment of the beautiful scenery, the other officials all looked worried and dejected, like wilted eggplants.
At this moment, one of the officials asked with great concern, "The Prime Minister and the others have not come to court for several days in a row. What do you all think we should do?"
Another official chimed in, "Indeed, the number of people attending court today is pitifully small compared to yesterday." Before he finished speaking, the others turned around to look, and sure enough, there were only a handful of people standing sparsely in the court, a clear view of the entire court.
Someone let out a soft sigh, as if breaking the silence, and soon a chorus of sighs echoed throughout the court. In this scene, everyone felt a deep sense of sorrow—there were so few people left in the court; how should the important affairs of state be handled?