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

The prosperity of Xinzheng seemed somewhat pale under the shadow of the ghost soldiers robbing the soldiers' pay, but for the powerful and wealthy young men who knew no sorrow, pleasure was still the main theme.

The famous "Red Sleeve Pavilion" rouge shop is filled with a delightful fragrance.

This place brings together the finest spices and face powders from seven countries, making it a favorite haunt of wealthy Korean women and socialites.

Ying Chen swaggered in, with Yan Fei following behind expressionlessly. Her aloof and noble demeanor instantly overshadowed the chattering women in the shop.

"Shopkeeper, bring out all your best cosmetics!" Ying Chen shouted with a flourish of his folding fan, "My lady here has very discerning taste."

Upon seeing Ying Chen's luxurious attire and the priceless jade pendant at his waist, the shopkeeper immediately beamed with joy and eagerly presented several exquisite brocade boxes.

"Young master has excellent taste! This young lady is a beauty of unparalleled grace. If she were to be paired with our shop's prized 'Luoshen's Intoxication,' she would be absolutely stunning!"

The shopkeeper opened one of the brocade boxes, revealing a rouge as red as blood, emitting a faint fragrance.

Ying Chen picked up the rouge box, brought it to his nose and smelled it, nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Yan Fei, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Lord Dongjun, shall we give it a try?"

Yan Fei glanced at the box of gaudy rouge, her brows furrowing slightly, and said indifferently, "I don't need these things."

"Hey, when in Rome, do as the Romans do." Ying Chen persisted, taking a step forward and getting closer to Yan Fei.

His masculine scent mingled with the fragrance of rouge, creating a strange sense of oppression.

"Since we're here for leisure, we should act like we're enjoying ourselves. If you always have a long face, like an ice cube, who'll believe you're here to accompany me on a romantic journey?"

As Ying Chen spoke, he actually stretched out his finger and lightly touched a little rouge.

"Will you do it yourself, or should I help you?"

Yan Fei looked into Ying Chen's deep and aggressive eyes, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Within the Yin-Yang School, no one had ever dared to speak to her like that, let alone make such a frivolous gesture.

If it were anyone else, she would have slapped them to death long ago.

But this is Ying Chen.

"I'll do it myself."

Yan Fei took a deep breath and snatched the rouge box from Ying Chen's hand.

She walked to the bronze mirror, looked at the aloof and stunning woman in it, hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out her slender finger, dipped it in rouge, and gently applied it to her lips.

That touch of crimson, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, instantly brightened her entire face.

The originally unapproachable ethereal aura has gained a touch of captivating charm.

Ying Chen stood behind her, looking at Yan Fei in the mirror, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes. He then clapped his hands and laughed, "Wonderful! Indeed, she looks good whether lightly or heavily made up. This 'Drunken Goddess of the Luo River' is simply tailor-made for you."

After paying, Ying Chen led the somewhat uneasy Yan Fei out of the rouge shop.

The streets were lined with all sorts of small vendors.

Ying Chen walked around, stopping frequently, filled with curiosity about everything.

Yan Fei followed him like a puppet, forced to carry the expensive rouge she had just bought.

As Ying Chen passed a jewelry stall, he suddenly stopped.

The stall owner was an elderly woman. Most of the items on her stall were ordinary wooden hairpins and silver hairpins, but in the corner, there were two exquisitely polished white jade hairpins.

Although the jade is not of the highest quality, it is warm and translucent, and its shape is simple and elegant.

One is carved with a phoenix about to take flight, while the other is carved with a blooming orchid.

"Grandma, how much are these two hairpins?" Ying Chen squatted down and picked up the two jade hairpins.

"Young master has a good eye. These two hairpins are made using my family's traditional craftsmanship, and they're made from the finest mountain jade. They're not expensive; they're only five taels of silver," the old woman said with a smile.

Five taels of silver is an astronomical sum for ordinary people, but for Ying Chen, it's not even a drop in the ocean.

He casually tossed down a gold ingot: "Keep the change."

Picking up the hairpin, Ying Chen stood up and turned to look at Yan Fei.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Yan Fei, giving her a golden edge.

Ying Chen held up the white jade hairpin carved with a phoenix and waved it in front of Yan Fei.

"This is for you."

Yan Fei was stunned.

She looked at the hairpin in Ying Chen's hand, and then at Ying Chen's face with a faint smile.

For me?

Why?

Yan Fei asked subconsciously.

"Why so many whys?" Ying Chen shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "If I see something nice and want to give it to you, do I need a reason?"

Before Yan Fei could refuse, Ying Chen stepped forward, raised his hand, and gently inserted the phoenix jade hairpin into Yan Fei's cloud-like hair.

His movements were very light; his fingertips inadvertently touched Yan Fei's earlobe, sending a tingling electric current through her.

Yan Fei's body stiffened slightly, but she did not dodge.

"Hmm, not bad. Like a phoenix soaring, its wings fluttering. This hairpin suits you very well." Ying Chen took half a step back, admiring his masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

Yanfei touched the jade hairpin in her hair, feeling the warm, smooth texture of the jade on her fingertips.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"Let's go, Jingni is still waiting for us."

Ying Chen smiled, put the other orchid-shaped jade hairpin into his pocket, and turned to walk towards Jubaozhai.

"I did all of this for the Yin-Yang School..."

Yan Fei silently muttered something to herself before following Ying Chen's steps.

……

At the entrance of Jubaozhai.

Jing Ni stood there quietly waiting. When she saw Ying Chen and Yan Fei approaching, she immediately went to greet them. Her sharp gaze swept over the extra white jade hairpin in Yan Fei's hair, and a barely perceptible ripple flashed in her eyes.

"Young Master," Jingni bowed respectfully.

"Is the matter settled?" Ying Chen asked.

"Yes, the items you requested have been purchased." Jing Ni handed a small package to Ying Chen. It contained a few antiques that she had casually bought to cover her tracks.

"well done."

Ying Chen took the package and casually handed it to Yan Fei behind him. Then he took out the white jade hairpin carved with orchids from his pocket.

"I just passed by this stall and thought this hairpin would suit you, so I bought it."

As Ying Chen spoke, he also inserted the hairpin into Jing Ni's hair without saying a word.

Jing Ni was slightly taken aback and looked up at Ying Chen.

"Thank you, young master."

"Alright, let's stop here for today and head back to Zilan Pavilion."

Ying Chen stretched and walked towards the Purple Bamboo Pavilion.

……

Meanwhile, at the other end of Xinzheng City.

Death row is the most heavily guarded prison in South Korea.

This place is perpetually dark, and the air is filled with the smell of decay and blood.

The torches flickered on the walls, casting menacing shadows.

Han Fei, holding a wine jug, walked leisurely down the dark corridor.

His face wore that signature cynical smile, as if this were not a death row cell for serious criminals, but his own backyard.

Behind him followed Zhang Liang, who had a serious expression.