The First Emperor wanted to bury four hundred and sixty alchemists and scholars alive. I carried a thousand-jin copper tripod in front of the palace and raised it with one arm above my head: "Your Majesty, I will protect these people." The civil and military officials of the whole court knelt on the ground, and the First Emperor looked at me with squinted eyes: "The way you carry the tripod looks like King Wu who died lifting the tripod." I grinned: "Then do you think I am worthy of a national master with my body?
