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

After calling out to Yan Fei, Ying Chen went back to his room on his own.

The mornings at Zilanxuan always carry a lazy yet luxurious atmosphere.

The hustle and bustle of last night and the scent of perfume have not yet completely dissipated. The morning light shines through the carved window frames, casting dappled shadows on the expensive animal fur carpet.

The exquisite white porcelain bowls and plates are filled with delicate pastries and fragrant meat porridge that even the royal chefs of the Korean royal court might not be able to make.

Ying Chen was wearing a loose-fitting black silk robe, the front of which was slightly open, revealing his muscular chest.

He leaned back lazily on the cushioned rosewood chair, his posture extremely casual.

Jing Ni knelt beside him, her form-fitting dark purple dress outlining her alluring curves.

With a gentle expression, she carefully scooped up a spoonful of warm meat porridge with a jade spoon, blew on it gently, and then brought it to Ying Chen's lips.

Ying Chen opened his mouth and swallowed, but his gaze did not linger on the food; instead, it carried a wicked smile.

Sitting opposite Ying Chen was Yan Fei, who had just entered through the door.

She was still wearing that same luxurious long dress with dark gold and deep blue hues, her hair was neatly styled, and the phoenix white jade hairpin that Ying Chen had personally placed in her hair yesterday gleamed with a warm luster in the morning light.

However, at this moment, Yanfei's gaze involuntarily fell under the table.

Because of the angle of her gaze, she could clearly see that Ying Chen's large, well-defined hand was brazenly reaching into Jing Ni's skirt, which had a very high slit.

The hand lingered between Jingni's fair and plump thighs, the fingertips teasingly caressing her delicate skin with a casual flirtation.

Jingni's breathing became noticeably rapid, a faint blush appeared on her originally fair cheeks, and her hand holding the spoon trembled slightly.

But she didn't stop him, not even frowning. She continued to serve Ying Chen dutifully, though her eyes, which were originally as cold as autumn water, were now filled with a misty, watery mist.

Upon seeing this, Yanfei's eyebrows furrowed tightly.

If this had happened yesterday, or before receiving Donghuang Taiyi's secret letter, seeing such an absurd and decadent scene would have made Yanfei feel disgusted, but she would not have been greatly disturbed.

In her mind, Ying Chen was merely a stepping stone for her to complete the Yin Yang School's mission, an object she needed to observe and utilize.

How many women he had and how he treated them were none of Dongjun Yanfei's business.

But now, everything has changed.

The letter, delivered with the highest secret order of the Yin-Yang School, and those two words etched into her mind like a brand—"marriage alliance."

This means that Ying Chen will become her husband in the near future, the man destined for her.

The Yin-Yang School emphasizes the limits of human and spiritual harmony, and the ultimate state is one of detachment from worldly emotions. Yan Fei has practiced Yin-Yang arts since childhood, and her mind is as calm as an ancient well, unmoved even if Mount Tai collapses before her.

She thought she could calmly accept all the arrangements the world made, even her own marriage.

However, when she truly saw Ying Chen being intimate and affectionate with another stunning woman right in front of her, from the perspective of his "fiancée," she was shocked to find that her once proud and icy Dao heart had become chaotic.

An indescribable sense of unease spread through my chest.

She could no longer face all of this calmly.

"Clatter."

Yanfei gently placed the ivory chopsticks in her hand on the porcelain plate in front of her, making a crisp sound.

The sound was particularly abrupt in the quiet room, and it also interrupted the romantic atmosphere between Ying Chen and Jing Ni.

Ying Chen stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and looked at Yan Fei with a hint of amusement in his deep eyes: "What's wrong? Lord Dongjun, is the breakfast at Zilan Pavilion not to your liking? Or... did you not sleep well last night? You look a little unwell."

Yan Fei took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in her eyes.

She knew that if she lost her temper now, Ying Chen would only think she was a madwoman, making a scene.

"Young Master, you are overthinking it. The food is excellent." Yan Fei's voice returned to its usual cool tone, as if the emotional fluctuation of just a moment ago had never existed. "However, I suddenly remembered that there is an extremely important matter that I need to report to you privately."

She emphasized the word "alone," her gaze sweeping intentionally or unintentionally over Jing Ni beside her.

Upon hearing this, Jingni immediately put down the spoon in her hand and prepared to get up and leave.

"Oh? Something extremely important?" Ying Chen raised an eyebrow, withdrawing his hand from Jing Ni's leg. He looked at Yan Fei with some confusion. This woman was usually like a silent gourd, rarely initiating conversations with him except for necessary exchanges. What was wrong with her today?

However, Ying Chen did not refuse. He patted Jing Ni's hand, signaling her to go out first.

"Yes, young master." Jing Ni bowed respectfully, then left the room, closing the door behind her.

Only Ying Chen and Yan Fei remained in the room, and the air seemed to suddenly become somewhat stagnant.

"Tell me, what's so mysterious that even Jingni can't hear it?" Ying Chen picked up the teacup on the table, gently skimmed off the foam, and asked casually.

"Yan Fei didn't speak. With a wave of her hand, a pale blue Yin-Yang True Qi instantly sealed off all the doors and windows of the room, cutting off all outside inquiries."

Seeing this, Ying Chen's smile deepened: "Lord Dongjun, so early in the morning, a man and a woman alone in a room, with a soundproof barrier set up, are you... plotting something against me?"

Yan Fei ignored Ying Chen's teasing. She turned around and looked directly into Ying Chen's eyes.

Those eyes, which were originally as clear and cold as stars, now shimmered with an extremely complex light.

"I just received a secret letter from His Excellency Donghuang." Yanfei's voice was slightly tense, as if she was trying her best to suppress something.

"Oh? What did that old charlatan Donghuang Taiyi say?" Ying Chen walked to the armchair next to him, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked like he was listening attentively.

Yan Fei took a deep breath and said, word by word, "His Majesty the Eastern Emperor has ordered me... to form a marriage alliance with you."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Ying Chen, who was about to drink tea, suddenly spat out a mouthful of tea and coughed violently a few times.

He stared wide-eyed at Yan Fei, his face filled with disbelief: "What did you say? A marriage alliance? With you?!"

Ying Chen was genuinely surprised. He never expected that Ying Zheng would arrange a marriage for him without saying a word, and the other party was none other than the second-in-command of the Yin Yang School, Dong Jun Yan Fei! As for whether the Yin Yang School had taken the initiative to propose it, Ying Chen felt that it was unlikely.

After a brief moment of surprise, Ying Chen's mind quickly began to work.

"What a brilliant move, Brother Wang."