Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

She was able to memorize the entire plan that her sister had devised overnight, and today she answered the questions in court with almost no flaws. Her on-the-spot transitions were smooth and natural, without the slightest hesitation.

Such memory and such quick thinking are truly astonishing.

Zhou Wenqing was also secretly amazed. Now it seemed that the person in front of him was not just a "spokesperson" to relay messages, but a fine piece of raw jade that could be put to great use with a little polishing!

The type of talent that Li Si preferred was someone with a photographic memory, quick thinking, clear logic, and who was not easily swayed by others.

If this could be brought back to Xianyang, Brother Gu'an would probably be so happy that his mouth would stretch from the corners of his mouth to his ears!

The premise is that what this person said is true.

The thought, like a drop of cold water falling into boiling oil, gently flared in Zhou Wenqing's heart.

He paused lightly on the edge of the table, suppressing the surge of admiration in his heart, and slowly shifted his gaze from Jiang An to Ba Qing.

Yao Jia also stared straight at it.

Two pairs of eyes, one on the left and one on the right, fell on Ba Qing, their gazes filled with undisguised eagerness and a strong desire for confirmation, pressing down on her heavily.

Meeting their intense gazes, Ba Qing's eyes flickered with a fleeting hesitation, but it vanished without a trace. She slowly lowered her head, nodded gently, and answered truthfully in a soft voice:

"That's right, the situation last night... was almost exactly as Jiang An described."

Before Zhou Wenqing and Yao Jia could react, the three young soldiers who had been listening intently and eagerly watching the spectacle couldn't contain themselves any longer and blurted out in unison:

"Don't make it too close!"

Wang Ben rushed forward, scratching his head anxiously, his voice rising eight octaves: "What exactly is the difference? Is this person's sister really that powerful?"

"Yes, Madam Qing," Zhang Han couldn't help but chime in before he could finish speaking, "Yes, Madam Qing, you should give us a straight answer, at least let us know whether our loss was truly unjust or not?"

Even the relatively composed Meng Yi could no longer sit still. He looked anxiously at Ba Qing, cupped his hands, and said, "Please enlighten me, Madam Qing, where is the problem? Could it be that Jiang An... is exaggerating?"

All three still harbored a lingering resentment—they hadn't forgotten the humiliation of being thoroughly beaten by Jiang An earlier, and now, with a powerful figure backing them, and someone so similar in ability, they couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious.

Who exactly defeated me? How did I lose? Was it really a case of a near-superiority complex attack, like a prophetic draft?

Or did the other side secretly pull some tricks to win unfairly?

Ba Qing immediately caught the doubts and dissatisfaction hidden in their questions. Her heart tightened slightly, and she almost reflexively spoke up to refute them:

"No, no, no, the three young generals must not misunderstand!"

Ba Qing waved his hands repeatedly, his usually calm and composed speech suddenly quickening, his concern for his friend overshadowing his usual calm and composure.

Fearing that people might have preconceived notions and thus underestimate or misunderstand Jiang Ning, she no longer cared about how to phrase things tactfully, and the words slipped out:

"What Jiang An said is not false in the slightest, nor was it deliberately exaggerated. The entire set of arguments and strategies discussed in the hall just now was indeed devised by his sister Jiang Ning last night. Jiang Ning is indeed a woman of such amazing talent. I am willing to use the reputation of the family as a guarantee. I ask you all to see for yourselves."

Each word landed with a resounding force, carrying an undeniable certainty, leaving no room for hesitation, piercing straight into the hearts of the three young players.

That last shred of hope was instantly shattered by that resolute answer.

However, before the three could grieve over this cruel reality, they were met with a pair of clear, firm eyes that also carried a hint of reproach.

Ba Qing stood ramrod straight, his gaze fixed heavily on the three men, his expression as if he were scrutinizing a group of troublemakers intent on defaming their reputations.

An invisible pressure suddenly descended upon us.

"Well……"

Caught in that gaze, the three of them gasped for breath, their scalps tingling with embarrassment. Their eyes darted around, none daring to meet Ba Qing's gaze.

Damn it! They just wanted to get to the truth, but now they're being treated like criminals!

Wang Ben, standing in the center, felt extremely uncomfortable under their gaze. His neck burned, and he awkwardly took a small step back, his words becoming stammering.

"Mrs. Qing."

He frantically scratched the back of his neck, his face filled with embarrassment, and hurriedly tried to explain, "That's not what we meant, um, I..."

His mind raced, searching for an excuse, but he couldn't find the right words to smooth things over. Wang Ben could only steal glances at the two people beside him, frantically sending SOS signals to Meng Yi and Zhang Han: Quick! Someone step in and say something, save the day!

Unexpectedly, upon receiving the signal, Meng Yi and Zhang Han, quite disloyally, both took a step back, creating distance between themselves and him. They then stared at him with serious, resolute expressions, their eyes seeming to say:

We believe you can handle this. Good luck, and please don't drag us down with you!

Wang Ben: ...I have a swear word that I don't know whether I should say or not.

Fine, since you're so heartless, then don't blame me for being ruthless!

The thought flashed through his mind in a flash. Taking advantage of the moment when the two were secretly gloating and their minds were relaxed, he suddenly made his move. He reached out with both hands at the same time, grabbed the sleeves of the two men, and pulled them inwards, forcibly pulling Meng Yi and Zhang Han back to his sides and firmly holding them on either side of him.

Good brother, we may not share the good times, but we must share the bad times. Let's face it together!

"You! You actually launched a sneak attack! You have no sportsmanship!"

Meng Yi and Zhang Han stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief. As soon as they finished speaking, their gazes shifted and met Ba Qing's reproachful look once more. A trace of despair crept into their eyes.

The three of them were nailed to the spot.

Oh no, what should I do now...?

Zhou Wenqing, who had been watching the whole farce from the sidelines and silently enjoying the show for a long time, finally couldn't hold back when he saw this scene. The corners of his lips slowly turned up, and a soft laugh quietly escaped his lips.

You all interfered and chimed in, and now you've become the spectacle yourselves!

He looked at it slowly for a while before raising his hand to pick up the folding fan. The fan ribs gently tapped the table, making a soft "thud" sound that was particularly clear in the slightly stagnant atmosphere.

The three people, who were in dire straits, suddenly brightened up when they heard the voice. Like drowning people seeing a piece of driftwood, they all looked up at the head of the table with hopeful eyes, eagerly waiting for Zhou Wenqing to come to their rescue.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Wenqing merely raised his eyes slowly, his tone slightly mocking, and bluntly hit the nail on the head:

"Serves you right. Who told you to be so clever and arrogant? You've ended up in this predicament; it's your retribution."

"I didn't..."

Zhang Han instinctively opened his mouth to argue, but after uttering only two words, the words caught in his throat, and he could no longer speak.

They all knew in their hearts that when they questioned him earlier, they did indeed harbor a hint of resentment and a lack of honesty, so being lectured like this was not entirely unjust.

After all, who among them didn't privately consider themselves skilled enough to be second to none? Yet today, they took turns fighting, only to be easily crushed by a woman who hadn't even shown her face. It was inevitable that...

The three of them slumped their shoulders, heads hanging low, their cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"snort!"

Zhou Wenqing gave a light snort, his gaze sweeping over the three of them indifferently, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Reflect on your actions, and I'll deal with you slowly when I have time later."

Upon hearing this, the three nodded repeatedly, remaining silent as if trembling in fear, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal.

Seeing this, Fusu, who was sitting obediently to the side, quietly raised his hand to press his chest, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and showed a look of relief that he had survived a disaster.

Luckily, I was small and lost quickly, so I sat down to the side early on. Otherwise, I'd probably be one of those getting scolded now.