Make me repair the imperial mausoleum!
Jiang Hao's heart jolted.
Repairing an imperial mausoleum was no good job. Construction on one generally began from the moment an emperor ascended the throne and continued without end; in any case, it could not be completed before the emperor died. Moreover, most of the officials and laborers who built imperial mausoleums met grim ends.
Historically, the Second Emperor of Qin had slaughtered several hundred thousand laborers who built Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum. Even the ministers supervising the matter had been executed by a single imperial edict.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
After leaving the Hall of Nourishing the Spirit, Zhao Gao saw him out and said with a smile, "His Majesty is in the prime of life, and with the Grand Astrologer's immortal cultivation methods, he will surely live forever. If the Grand Astrologer goes to repair the imperial mausoleum, it likely won't take even a year or two to settle everything. Then you can return to Xianyang and we can meet again."
Jiang Hao looked at Zhao Gao, smiled faintly, and stared into his eyes. "Director Zhao, was the suggestion to send me to repair the imperial mausoleum yours, or did His Majesty think of it himself?"
Zhao Gao froze. A flicker of panic crossed his face, but he hurriedly said, "Naturally, His Majesty thought of it himself. When His Majesty asked for my opinion just now, I merely... offered a small suggestion."
Jiang Hao knew that the old bastard Zhao Gao was jealous of him. He feared Jiang Hao was too favored by Qin Shi Huang and would threaten his position.
"Director, I possess methods to observe celestial signs and discern yin and yang. I can see who is the more suitable candidate. Tell me, if I went to His Majesty and said