"Those with brain damage are beyond medicine; even immortals and gods cannot cure them!"
Seeing those words, the First Emperor was somewhat stunned. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "Could it be that Jiang Hao had long foreseen Hu Hai's calamity?"
Thinking of that mischievous, troublemaking son of his.
The First Emperor let out a soft sigh.
It seemed this was Hu Hai's fate.
"Pass word to the imperial physicians and palace attendants. Have them take good care of Hu Hai," the First Emperor told a palace attendant.
After the attendant left to relay the order, the First Emperor set down the medical text and picked up a Daoist scripture beside it. After flipping through it, he softly recited, "Heaven gives birth to water; man is one with nature. The kidneys are the pivot of the Northern Pole. Essence nourishes all transformations, sustains the hundred bones, and grants long years and immortality."
The First Emperor closed his eyes and began cultivating.
The next day,
Jiang Hao's convoy finally arrived at Mount Li. Messengers had already notified the Mount Li officials. When the convoy reached the Mount Li encampment, dozens of officials stood waiting nearby to receive them. A guard lifted the carriage curtain, Jiang Hao stepped down, and the officials immediately bowed.
A few months earlier,
Jiang Hao had served as Grand Supervisor at Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum on Mount Li for half a month, using ruthless methods to straighten out the officials there. Although he had since left and a new Grand Supervisor had taken over, the officials still harbored deep fear toward this immortal Grand Astrologer, former Grand Supervisor, and now the Imperial Preceptor.
"We greet the Imperial Preceptor!"
Led by the new Grand Supervisor, the Supervisors of the Thirteen Departments and dozens of deputy supervisors