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

Han Fei slowly walked to Longquan Jun's corpse, and looking at his distorted face, an indescribable chill rose in his heart.

"That expression...it's exactly the same as when those five presiding judges died," Zhang Liang said, his face pale. "Could it be...that ghost soldiers are really coming to claim our lives?"

"It wasn't a ghost." Han Fei gritted his teeth, his voice low. "Someone was playing tricks! Such ruthless methods, such swift movements! In the short time we were held back, they had already silenced us!"

He slammed his fist into the iron bars of the cell, his knuckles turning white.

The only clue has been lost.

With the deaths of the two princes, the whereabouts of the 100,000 taels of gold became a complete mystery.

Moreover, as the presiding judge, it was a huge dereliction of duty for him that the prisoner died in the cell on the very first day he took over the case, which was even a crime!

"Ji Wuye..." Han Fei's eyes burned with rage. "You won the first move in this round. But the game has only just begun!"

Although he didn't have concrete evidence, he had a hunch that the person was Ji Wuye!

……

Zilan Pavilion.

Night had fallen, but the Purple Orchid Pavilion remained brightly lit, filled with music and dance.

Wei Zhuang pushed open the door and walked into the familiar private room.

Zi Nu was sitting by the window, holding an exquisite wine glass in her hand, looking at the night outside.

Hearing the door open, she turned around, her purple dress appearing exceptionally alluring in the candlelight.

"You're back? How was it?"

Wei Zhuang walked to the table, sat down, and poured himself a glass of wine: "Your skills are not bad, but you can't last three moves against my sword."

"And Han Fei? Was he scared out of his wits?" Zi Nu chuckled.

"He was calmer than I expected."

"but……"

Wei Zhuang put down his wine glass and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.

"I care more about someone else than Han Fei."

Zi Nu's beautiful eyes flickered: "You mean... that Young Master Ying Chen?"

"Not bad." A glint of light flashed in Wei Zhuang's eyes. "Today, while I was secretly observing Han Fei, I also had someone keep an eye on Ying Chen's movements."

"Oh? What has this spoiled young master from Qin been up to today?"

"He spent the whole day with two women," Wei Zhuang said coldly. "Buying rouge, hairpins, and browsing antique shops. He looked like a rich kid who'd never seen the world, indulging in a life of pleasure and debauchery."

"Isn't this quite in line with his persona?" Zi Nu laughed, "A prince from Qin who came to Korea to enjoy the scenery."

"No." Wei Zhuang shook his head, his gaze sharp. "Too much perfection is itself a flaw. In such a sensitive period, he so ostentatiously paraded through the city with two stunning women, yet he remained oblivious to the storm brewing in the city. This composure is not feigned."

"Moreover..." Wei Zhuang paused, "The fact that he has two experts by his side shows that Ying Chen is not as simple as he appears."

"So what do you plan to do?" Zi Nu asked.

"Continue to observe." Wei Zhuang stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the dark night sky in the distance. "In this game, Han Fei is the player on the surface, and Ji Wuye is the opponent. As for Ying Chen... he may be the one standing on the sidelines watching the game, or he may be... the one who wants to overturn the game."

……

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the luxurious guest rooms of Zilanxuan.

Consort Yan got up early and was tidying up her appearance at her dressing table.

In the bronze mirror, the woman's face was stunningly beautiful. The phoenix jade hairpin that Ying Chen had given her yesterday was inserted into her hair, adding to her nobility and gentleness.

Looking at the hairpin, Yanfei's eyes were somewhat dazed.

Just then, a three-legged crow, entirely golden and red, suddenly flew in through the window.

This crow was not a living creature, but rather formed from pure soul power, radiating a faint golden light.

It passed through the window and landed on the dressing table in front of Yanfei, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating, leaving only a golden scroll no longer than a finger.

Yan Fei's expression hardened. This was the Yin Yang School's highest level of communication. The use of this method indicated that it must be something extremely important. Yan Fei took a deep breath, extended her slender fingers, and gently touched the scroll with a faint blue light emanating from her fingertips.

This is a unique decryption method of the Yin-Yang School. If an outsider forcibly opens it, the scroll will spontaneously combust instantly, leaving not even ashes.

As light poured in, the scroll slowly unfurled, revealing lines of ancient seal script characters floating in the air, burning with golden flames.

Yan Fei stared intently at the text, and as she read, her originally calm and composed face gradually stiffened, until she was completely stunned.

The letter was short, but it struck her like a bolt from the blue.

"A marriage alliance?"

Yan Fei's hand trembled slightly, and the golden characters burned away in the air, turning into nothingness.

But those words were etched into her mind like a brand.

His Majesty the Eastern Emperor actually arranged for her to... marry Ying Chen?

Yanfei subconsciously touched the phoenix jade hairpin on her head.

The smiling face of Ying Chen when he gave me the hairpin yesterday is still vivid in my mind.

"Why so many whys? I saw something nice and wanted to give it to you. Do I need a reason?"

At the time, she only felt that it was frivolous and the casualness of a spoiled brat.

But now it seems...

Did Ying Chen already know?

No, it's impossible.

So... is this a coincidence? Or fate?

Yanfei felt a sense of unprecedented confusion and absurdity.

She is the Eastern Lord of the Yin-Yang School, second only to Donghuang Taiyi in status, high above all others, regarding all living beings as ants.

Her mission is to pursue the Way of Heaven and unravel the secrets of the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon.

For her, romantic love was nothing more than a burden in this world.

But now, Donghuang Taiyi is making her marry Ying Chen.

However, although Yanfei was shocked, she could not completely understand it, since it was Ying Zheng who made the request.

Yan Fei turned to look at Ying Chen's room next door, her gaze extremely complicated.

"A marriage alliance..."

Yan Fei murmured to herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror, wearing a phoenix jade hairpin, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Now, this hairpin seems like an invisible chain, tightly binding her and that seemingly absurd man together.

"Knock knock knock".

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Ying Chen's lazy voice came from outside the door: "Lord Dongjun, are you up yet? The sun is already high in the sky. I'm hungry. Come with me for breakfast."

Yan Fei shuddered, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in her heart.

She looked in the mirror, her eyes gradually regaining their usual coolness, but deep within that coolness, there was a strangeness she had never felt before.

"They're here."

She responded softly, stood up, and pushed open the door.

Outside the door, Ying Chen was leaning against the railing, smiling as he looked at her.