I Schemed Across the Realm for Decades, Only to Become Ying Zheng's Hall Sweeper

For decades, I have manipulated the world at will. All beneath heaven fear the name of the Sage Lord.

Guiguzi is my disciple. I founded the Mohist School with my own hands. Sun Tzu secretly learned the art of war from me and wrote his famous treatise.

I use the Zhou royal house's Nine Tripods of All Under Heaven to store odds and ends, and the Heshi Jade Disc to hold down my clothes.

Then, one day, a little thirteen-year-old boy named Ying Zheng came to my Chenyang Palace. He actually said:

"Old sir, you wrote Guiguzi's manuscripts yourself, didn't you?"

"You had some third-rate carpenter make the Mohist doctrine of non-aggression, right?"

"You have the Nine Tripods of All Under Heaven here too? They're fakes, aren't they?"

"The Heshi Jade Disc? Didn't you have Lin Xiangru secretly send it back to Zhao?"

"Old sir, why is everything here a fake?"

Not long after, the Sword Saint Gai Nie, the Mohist leader, Sun Wu, and others gathered at Chenyang Palace.

They knelt before the old sweeper and respectfully saluted him:

"Your disciples pay their respects to the Sage Lord!"

Only then did Ying Zheng realize:

"Old sir, those..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.