Qin Dynasty: Ying Zheng is my brother, I am the Bad Commander

These words plunged the hall into deathly silence once more.

Sikou! That's a high-ranking and powerful position. If Han Fei were to take that position, it would be like planting a dagger in Ji Wuye's sphere of influence!

Ji Wuye laughed in extreme anger. He looked at Han Fei as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Excellent! Well done, Ninth Prince!" Ji Wuye stepped forward, his terrifying aura, forged amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, instantly pressing down on Han Fei. He grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty and cruel smile. "Since you possess such courage, I, the general, will naturally offer my full support. Your Majesty, I believe your conditions are not excessive. As long as you can solve the case, the position of Minister of Justice should rightfully be yours!"

Ji Wuye agreed so readily because, in his eyes, Han Fei was already a dead man.

Ten days?

Let alone ten days, he guarantees Han Fei won't live past three days!

It's a pity we couldn't take the opportunity to bring Zhang Kai down with us.

Seeing that Ji Wuye had already expressed his opinion, King An of Han no longer hesitated and slammed his hand on the table: "Very well! I grant your request! Han Fei, from today onwards, you will be fully responsible for investigating the case of the ghost soldiers robbing the grain supplies. Ten days are the deadline! If you solve the case, I will personally appoint you as the Grand Minister of Justice of Han; if you fail to solve the case..."

"If I cannot solve this case, I am willing to offer my head in return!" Han Fei said resolutely.

"It's a deal!"

The confrontation in the imperial court ended with Han Fei taking on this hot potato.

…………

Zilanxuan, the number one private room in the Tianzi class.

Inside the private room, Ying Chen leaned back on a soft couch, toying with an exquisite white jade wine cup in his hand.

"Lord Dongjun, do you think ghosts really exist in this world?" Ying Chen chuckled and downed the remaining wine in his cup.

Yan Fei, who had been sitting to the side with her eyes closed, slowly opened them, a hint of disdain flashing in her deep, autumn-water-like eyes.

"If ghosts truly exist in this world, what use are laws and armies? They're nothing but tricks and charades."

She had a profound understanding of the principles of Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and numerology, so she naturally knew that there was no such thing as "ghost soldiers" in this world.

Those seemingly bizarre phenomena are nothing more than the use of illusions, mechanisms, or some kind of special hallucinogenic drugs.

"Since Lord Dongjun says there are no ghosts, then someone must be playing tricks on him."

After hearing Yan Fei's reply, Ying Chen stood up, stretched, and his bones cracked with a series of crisp sounds. "Sigh! Staying here in Zi Lan Xuan listening to music and drinking every day, my bones are going to rust. Jing Ni, Lord Dongjun, come with me for a stroll and see what kind of scene this Xinzheng City, which has been terrified by 'ghosts,' is really like."

Jingni obediently responded and stepped forward to straighten Yingchen's clothes.

Yan Fei got up silently without saying a word.

The three of them walked out of Zilan Pavilion and came to the main street of Xinzheng.

The once bustling and noisy streets now appear unusually deserted.

Every house was tightly shut, and only squads of heavily armed South Korean soldiers patrolled the streets, their expressions tense. An atmosphere of tension and fear permeated the air.

Ying Chen waved his folding fan, like a carefree tourist, and led the two women on a aimless stroll through the streets.

As they walked, they came to the entrance of a relatively secluded alley. Deep in the alley, there was an unremarkable antique shop with a mottled wooden sign hanging in front of the door, bearing the three characters "Jubaozhai".

Ying Chen stopped in his tracks, his gaze lingering on the antique shop for a moment before turning to look at Yan Fei beside him. He closed his folding fan, tapped his palm, and looked as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"Oh dear, I suddenly remembered, there's a famous cosmetics shop in Xinzheng, just two streets away. They say they have a product called 'Luoshen's Intoxication,' which, when applied to a woman's lips, can make men lose their minds." Ying Chen smiled at Yan Fei. "Lord Dongjun is naturally beautiful; if you were to wear that 'Luoshen's Intoxication,' you would surely be breathtakingly gorgeous. Come, accompany me to take a look."

Yan Fei frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes: "I have no interest in such mundane things. If you wish to go, young master, you may go by yourself."

"How can that be?" Ying Chen grabbed Yan Fei's sleeve, his tone carrying a domineering air of a spoiled brat. "When I buy rouge, I naturally have to try it on a beauty's face myself to know if it's good or bad. Jing Ni,"

He turned to look at Jing Ni, and casually pointed to the "Jubaozhai" antique shop. "I just noticed that this antique shop seems to have some spiritual energy. Go in and pick out something that catches my eye, no matter the price. Buy it. Once you've chosen, wait for us here."

Jing Ni lowered her head slightly, a barely perceptible glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes, and respectfully replied, "Yes, young master."

Yan Fei glanced at Jubaozhai silently as Ying Chen acted this way, and then, without struggling, was pulled by Ying Chen to walk towards another street.

Watching Ying Chen and Yan Fei's figures disappear around the street corner, Jing Ni's gentle expression vanished instantly. She cautiously scanned her surroundings, and after confirming that no one was following her, she stepped into the antique shop called "Jubaozhai".

The shop was dimly lit and filled with various bronzes, jades, and bamboo slips, with a musty, musty smell permeating the air.

A gaunt old man who looked like a shopkeeper was dozing off on the counter. Hearing footsteps, he groggily raised his head.

"Sir, what would you like to see? The items in my shop are all of great renown..." The old man's words were cut short.

Because he saw that Jing Ni had somehow acquired a dark gold token in her hand.

The front of the token features a ferocious demon mask, while the back bears the ancient seal script character "天" (heaven).

The old man shuddered, and his previously cloudy eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's.

He strode out from behind the counter, knelt on one knee with a thud, and said in a low, respectful voice, "Lin Luo, leader of the Bad People's Dark Branch in Xinzheng, greets Your Excellency!"

Jingni looked down at him, her voice cold and devoid of emotion: "Get up."

"Use all the undercover agents in Xinzheng City to keep a close watch on General Ji Wuye and Han Fei, the Ninth Prince of Han. Remember not to get too close, lest you alert them."

Jing Ni issued orders methodically. Although Ying Chen did not explicitly tell her what the mission was, based on her understanding of Ying Chen, it was most likely about the ghost soldiers robbing the supplies.

As for why they were keeping an eye on Ji Wuye and Han Fei, Ji Wuye was the most likely person in the entire Korean state to pull off such a stunt. As for Han Fei, he was someone Ying Chen had high hopes for and was also the chief investigator in this case.

"Your subordinate obeys! I will certainly not fail the young master's trust!" Lin Luo kowtowed heavily, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

Since the founding of the Bad Guys, he was sent to Korea to lie low for many years. Now he can finally serve the young master!

"Go, but remember to stay hidden. The waters of Xinzheng are deep; don't let your own brothers get hurt." Jing Ni put away the token, grabbed a few items, turned and walked out of the antique shop, reverting to her gentle and obedient maidservant demeanor, quietly standing at the door waiting.

……

the other side.