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

"Brother, you've got some impressive skills." Ying Chen instantly understood everything.

The Yin-Yang School possesses unfathomable strength and has always remained outside the courts of the Seven Kingdoms. Although it is currently cooperating with the Qin Kingdom, this cooperation is not solid.

Ying Zheng clearly intended to use marriage alliances to completely bind the Yin-Yang School to the Qin state's war machine.

As the number one person under Donghuang Taiyi, Yanfei's status and position are noble enough, making her undoubtedly the best candidate.

As for why he was chosen as Ying Chen?

Firstly, he was a prince of Qin, a match in status; secondly, Ying Zheng knew his character well and knew he wouldn't reject a beautiful woman who came to him unconditionally.

Having figured out the crux of the matter, Ying Chen's surprise gradually subsided, replaced by a knowing and playful smile.

He stood up, slowly walked to the soft, wide canopy bed in the room, and sat down without any hesitation.

Then, he reached out and patted the empty bed next to him, raised his head, and looked intently at Yan Fei, who was standing not far away.

"I see." Ying Chen smiled mischievously. "Since my brother and Donghuang Taiyi have already arranged this marriage, from now on, you are my fiancée."

"Since you're my fiancée, why are you standing so far away? Come here, sit here, let your husband take a good look at you." Ying Chen patted the bed next to him again, his tone full of teasing and provocation.

Looking at Ying Chen's shameless appearance and hearing him keep calling her "fiancée" and "husband," Yan Fei felt a surge of heat rush to her head.

Two captivating blushes instantly appeared on her usually icy and beautiful face, as radiant and dazzling as the sunset.

"You... shameless!" Yan Fei gritted her teeth and couldn't help but glare at Ying Chen fiercely.

That eye roll lacked some of her usual haughtiness, but instead carried a hint of coquettish charm, making Ying Chen's heart flutter.

Yan Fei did not walk over, but stood still, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.

She looked at Ying Chen sitting on the bed, and the image of his hand wandering over Jing Ni's leg at the dinner table flashed through her mind again.

She desperately wanted to question him: since they were already engaged, since she was his fiancée, why was he being so intimate with other women in front of her? Where did he place her, his beloved?

However, Yan Fei swallowed the words back down her throat.

Ying Chen's surprise just now seemed genuine; there was still no news from the Qin state.

It would be absurd for her to accuse him now.

Yan Fei lowered her eyes, concealing all her emotions, and silently drank her porridge.

Ying Chen chuckled inwardly as he watched Yan Fei's forced composure.

This woman, though clearly angry inside, deliberately puts on a calm facade; she's really quite adorable.

Ying Chen stood up, walked to Yan Fei's side, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Lord Dongjun, as your fiancé, let me remind you. In the future, if you have any complaints in front of me, just say them directly. You don't need to keep yourself so tightly wrapped up. You look much better when you're angry than when you're cold."

After saying that, before Yan Fei could react, Ying Chen laughed loudly, pushed open the door, and strode away.

Yanfei was left sitting alone, feeling the lingering warmth on her ears, the blush on her cheeks lingering for a long time.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Looking at the porridge in front of me, I felt incredibly bored.

"Ying Chen..." she murmured the name, her heart filled with mixed emotions, unsure whether to feel joy or anger.

……

Meanwhile, the undercurrents within Xinzheng City became even more turbulent due to the mysterious deaths of the two princes.

The next morning, Han Fei ignored the uproar in the court and did not go to see the furious King Han An. Instead, he plunged into the case files and the scene of the crime once again.

Inside the death row cell, Han Fei and Zhang Liang stood before two corpses, their faces solemn.

The coroner had already examined the body and concluded that the cause of death was "excessive fright, resulting in a broken heart and gallbladder," with no signs of poisoning or internal injury on the body.

"Brother Han, all the leads have gone cold." Zhang Liang sighed, looking at the empty cell. "To be able to kill two princes in this heavily guarded death row without anyone noticing, and without leaving a single trace..."

Han Fei remained silent, his gaze fixed on the cell floor.

He crouched down and picked up a tiny fragment from the ground. It was a grayish-white powder, almost invisible unless you looked closely.

Han Fei held the powder to his nose and smelled it, raising an eyebrow slightly and a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Zifang, there is no perfect crime in this world. As long as it is done by a human, there will always be clues." Han Fei stood up and clapped his hands. "Both of my uncles clutched their chests tightly before they died, their faces showing extreme fear. The coroner said they were terrified, but that may not be because they saw a real ghost."

"Brother Han means..." Zhang Liang was taken aback.

"There is a rare poison from the Western Regions called 'Phantom Death Powder.' It is colorless and odorless. Once inhaled, it causes extremely terrifying hallucinations, as if one is in the deepest hell, ultimately leading to death from a ruptured heart due to extreme fear. The manner of death is exactly the same as that of someone who has been excessively frightened." Han Fei sneered. "And after this poison evaporates, it leaves behind an extremely faint grayish-white powder."

Zhang Liang suddenly realized: "So that's how it is! So, someone used this poison to assassinate them, creating the illusion of ghosts and gods demanding their lives!"

"Not bad." Han Fei nodded, his gaze becoming profound. "To be able to obtain such a rare poison from the Western Regions and to bribe the jailers in the death row to administer the poison silently... In this city of Xinzheng, there is only one person with both the ability and the motive."

"General, Ji Wuye," Zhang Liang uttered that oppressive name.

Just then, a prison guard from the death row ran in, looking extremely nervous, carrying a gold-embossed invitation.

"Ninth... Ninth Young Master, the General's Mansion has sent an invitation, inviting you to come to the mansion for a chat tonight."

Han Fei accepted the invitation, and looking at the flamboyant "Ji" character on it, a playful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems our great general is eager to test my mettle."

As night falls, the lights are on.

The Korean General's Mansion is located in the most prosperous area of ​​Xinzheng City. It covers a vast area and is magnificent in scale.

Inside and outside the mansion, there were guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, all of them elite soldiers in heavy armor. The strict security was awe-inspiring.

Han Fei, dressed in purple and holding a folding fan, walked alone and calmly into the general's mansion, which was known as the "Hall of Yama in Xinzheng".

Inside the main hall, the lights were bright, and the sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air.

General Ji Wuye was a burly man, as imposing as an iron tower, with a face full of scars and a hideous scar running across his left cheek, making him look like a ferocious tiger ready to devour its prey.

He sat imposingly in the main seat, with two scantily clad and alluring dancers in his arms, and a huge bronze wine vessel in his hand, from which he was gulping down strong liquor.

Seeing Han Fei walk in, Ji Wuye pushed away the dancer in his arms and slammed the wine cup heavily onto the table in front of him, making a dull thud.

"Hahaha! Ninth Young Master, how have you been?" Ji Wuye's voice was like a booming bell, making the candlelight in the hall sway slightly.