I Run a Sugar Shop in the Qin Dynasty, and the First Emperor Visits Me Late at Night

Gu Ming transmigrated into the body of a commoner in the Qin Dynasty, about to be dragged away as cannon fodder for Li Xin's campaign against Chu. In this desperate situation, he awakened the [Conferment of Titles and Appointment System], starting with a brown sugar workshop. From then on, the aroma of "The Sweetest Sugar Under Heaven" filled the air in Xianyang. All I wanted was to sell sugar, donate titles, and barely survive. Until one night before curfew, a man in black kicked open my shop door. He ate my brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, drank my ginger tea, and even wanted to be my protector. I laughed at his arrogant tone: "Brother, who are you? Do you have the authority to control the Qin King's summons?" He put down his bowl, his eyes blazing: "My surname is Yin, and my given name is Zheng." Later, I realized—Yin Zheng, when broken down, means "King." He was none other than the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, who swept across the land. From then on, my sugar shop became the emperor's private kitchen, and my words became the emperor's remedy. He ate his candy and asked me about the state of the world: "Li Xin has two hundred thousand men, will he really lose?" He drank his tea and listened to my prediction of life and death: "If Your Majesty does not rest, I fear you will not live to fifty." When I sold brown sugar at exorbitant prices, brought the Mohists under my command, and the entire court impeached me for "bewitching the emperor," Ying Zheng drank my brown sugar water in one gulp and proclaimed to the world: "His sugar can cure my illness." "His words can secure my country." "The position of Prime Minister of Qin should be changed."