The next day.
In the courtyard.
Having just finished breakfast, Jiang Yang went to the small patch of land in the courtyard to tend his little vegetable garden.
The Chinese chives he had planted had been growing quite well lately, lush and green, looking ready to harvest.
Bright sunlight shone into the courtyard, making everything look verdant and flourishing.
With a mortal body, eating, drinking, and relieving oneself were naturally necessary.
Jiang Yang had not experienced this feeling in a very long time.
He was the supreme Divine Emperor. Mortals were so far removed from him that he had forgotten they were, in fact, the mainstay of civilization. No one reached the heavens in a single bound; even gods began as mortals.
Today, he planned to cut some Chinese chives and make himself a proper meal with the wild boar meat he had brought back from hunting in the mountains outside the city a month earlier.
Before long.
A knock came at the courtyard gate.
Jiang Yang went to the gate and opened it, finding Ying Yiren standing outside with a lavishly dressed young man.
Jiang Yang knew that this man, who looked a few years older than Ying Yiren, was Lü Buwei.
The man had an extraordinary bearing. One glance told of his birth into a wealthy and prominent family, and his discerning eyes showed great wisdom.
If Ying Yiren truly gained this man's assistance, he might really have a chance of becoming the King of Qin.
Outside the gate.
Lü Buwei was also sizing up the man before him, whom Ying Yiren had called his great-uncle.
He had assumed Jiang Yang would be a wise old man, never expecting him to be so young.
Moreover, to his surprise, this man had a pair of golden eyes that gleamed