Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"Warm...warm it up?"

Su Ming felt as if the spot on his chest where the fingers had gently traced his chest had been branded with a hot iron, and the burning sensation spread throughout his body via his blood vessels.

The brain matter that was soaking in alcohol just a second ago was instantly evaporated by the high temperature. He shuddered violently, and the instinct called "survival instinct" made him instinctively shrink back, his back slamming heavily against the railing.

"hiss--"

The pain brought him fully awake.

He stared wide-eyed at the stunningly beautiful woman in front of him, who had a radiant smile and exuded a dangerous charm. Memories of the world of anime and manga flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

Gentle as water, passionate as fire.

The terrifying assassin from Baiyue, the fairy who manipulates fire—Yan Ling Ji!

"Am I...am I dreaming?"

Su Ming rubbed his eyes hard, and even secretly pinched his thigh. Ouch! It really hurt!

This is not an illusion!

That ridiculous [Random Otherworld Summoning Card] from the system shop actually summoned this lady? The odds are even lower than finding the Imperial Seal of the State on the street!

[Beep! Host, please calm down.]

The system's cold, impersonal notification tone timely poured cold water on the situation:

[Summoning successful. Target: Yan Ling Ji.]

[Current Status: Soul Contract Signed (Master-Servant Mode)]

[Note: Although she possesses absolute loyalty to the host, this does not mean she is without temper. The host should note that this target's personality rating is "Extremely Dangerous" and "Extremely Seductive," and caution is advised when using her.]

"Master...Master's servant?"

Su Ming stared at the vocabulary floating on his retina, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

The way he looked at Yan Lingji changed instantly.

If I was shocked and bewildered just now, now I feel a mix of ecstatic joy and...deep fear, like "Who am I? Where am I? Am I about to take off?"

This is Yan Ling Ji!

That woman who could make someone's body go numb with just one look and burn down half a city with a single fire, is now calling me... Master?

"What? Does Master not like how I look?"

Seeing Su Ming standing there blankly without saying a word, Yan Lingji frowned slightly, as if she felt a little wronged.

She withdrew her finger and gently twirled. Her semi-transparent red gauze dress fluttered in the wind, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin and a barely visible waist. The air behind her distorted slightly due to the high temperature, as if a pair of invisible fiery wings were unfolding.

"Or perhaps... Master finds my body too fiery and is afraid I might burn you?"

Her voice was captivatingly charming, each word like a hook.

"No, no, no! I love it! I love it so much!"

Su Ming shook his head vigorously, waving his hands frantically, "I'm just... a little stunned. This is just too sudden."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A deafening burst of wild laughter suddenly came from the side, shattering the extremely ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Ying Zheng sat on the dragon throne, laughing so hard he almost fell over. He was holding a handful of melon seeds he'd gotten from who-knows-where (probably brought into the palace by Su Ming), which he was cracking open with great relish. His bright green eyes swept over Yan Lingji several times, his face filled with the gratified expression of a father watching his son finally succeed.

"Okay! Okay!"

Ying Zheng pointed at Su Ming and said sarcastically, "The Imperial Advisor is indeed a man of great talent! I originally thought that Shao Siming was already an unparalleled beauty, but I never expected the Imperial Advisor's taste... tsk tsk, so unique."

"Although this woman is dressed rather scantily, I like the fiery spirit that emanates from her very bones!"

Although Ying Zheng has become a zombie, he still retains the aesthetic sense of an emperor—though now it is more practical.

"With such a strong fire element, even in the dead of winter, the Imperial Advisor won't need to light the stove anymore."

Ying Zheng grinned mischievously, even adding insult to injury: "Isn't this a ready-made 'bed warmer'? Grand Preceptor, your body is already heavy with yin energy, this is perfect for balancing yin and yang and providing great nourishment!"

"puff--"

Su Ming almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Your Majesty! You are a great emperor throughout history! Where is your majesty? Where is your dignity? How did you turn into such a frivolous old man who loves to eavesdrop and play matchmaker?

What kind of bed warmer is this?

He's an arsonist! He's a mage of Cataclysmic caliber! Can't you at least respect his profession?

"Your Majesty, you've misunderstood..." Su Ming weakly defended himself.

"What's the misunderstanding?"

Ying Zheng waved his hand dismissively. "I have a good eye for people. The way this woman looks at you, she wants to devour you. Alright, I won't be a third wheel anymore. This hall is yours tonight..."

However, Ying Zheng had not finished speaking.

"snort."

A cold, icy snort, carrying a distinctly murderous intent, suddenly came from the shadowy corner of the main hall.

Immediately afterwards, the temperature in the entire hall plummeted.

The air, which had become sweltering due to Yan Lingji's appearance, suddenly turned as cold as if a bucket of liquid nitrogen had been poured over it, making everyone shiver.

Su Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

He stiffly turned his neck and looked towards the corner.

Shao Siming, who had been silently standing there as a background figure, slowly raised her head. She was still veiled, so her expression was not visible, but her pale purple eyes no longer held their usual indifference. Instead, they were filled with an almost tangible chill.

Several emerald green leaves were spinning rapidly between her fingertips, making a chilling buzzing sound.

Princess Honglian, who had been watching the show with amusement just moments before, also stood up.

Honglian's beautiful face was filled with displeasure.

I'm very unhappy.

As a fire expert and South Korea's top female fighter, the moment she saw Yan Lingji, her "same-sex repulsion" radar went off like crazy.

A beauty contest? This woman is even more alluring than her.

Comparing seductiveness? This woman is even more provocative than her.

Most importantly, this woman is also playing with fire? And she immediately called that perverted imperial advisor "master"?

They're here to steal our business!

"Warm the bed?"

Honglian scoffed and flicked her wrist. The Crimson Soft Sword coiled around her arm like a venomous snake that had just awakened, and the blade burst into flames.

She strode gracefully towards the platform, her eyes fixed on the woman in red standing before Su Ming, her tone filled with hostility:

"Your Majesty has misjudged her. This is no maidservant for warming the bed; she's clearly a vixen who appeared out of nowhere."

"Playing with fire?"

Honglian stopped three meters in front of Yanlingji, raised her chin, and arrogantly provoked her:

"Playing with fire in the Qin Dynasty, in the Grand Preceptor's harem... oh no, in the laboratory, is this princess's domain!"

"You wildfire from who-knows-where, do you dare to act so arrogantly in front of the Empress?"

Sparks flew everywhere in the air.

On one side is the Crimson Serpent Witch from the late Warring States period, and on the other side is the Baiyue Demoness from another world.

Before the two balls of fire even made a move, their auras collided, producing a crackling and explosive sound.

Su Ming, caught in the middle, felt like a skewer of meat on a barbecue grill, with the left side being grilled and the right side almost done.

"Um... ladies, please calm down. We're colleagues, so let's keep things peaceful."

Su Ming tried to act as a peacemaker.

But Yan Lingji is clearly not a good-tempered person.

She turned around and leaned lazily against Su Ming (who was too scared to move). Her beautiful eyes looked at Hong Lian with a half-smile, and then glanced at Shao Siming, who was poised to attack.

"Oh dear, Master."

Yan Lingji traced circles on Su Ming's chest with her finger, her voice as sweet as honey coated with poison:

"The women here don't seem very welcoming?"

"Talking about 'domains' and 'the empress'... it's really scary."

As she spoke of fear, the tiny flame at her fingertips suddenly flared up, instantly transforming into a blooming crimson fire lotus.

She gently blew a breath, and the fire lotus swayed in the air, radiating devastating heat.

Yan Lingji narrowed her eyes, a highly provocative smile curling at the corners of her lips as she looked at Honglian and Shao Siming:

"Since the older sisters are so angry..."

"Would you like someone to help you... warm up properly?"