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

She was an extremely beautiful woman, yet her beauty gave people a strange sense of oppression.

She wore a dark gold dress with intricate and mysterious patterns embroidered on the hem, resembling a three-legged golden crow flapping its wings amidst raging flames.

Her long hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with magnificent gold ornaments, and a dark red mark was placed on her forehead, exuding an air of nobility.

Yin Yang School, Dongjun Yanfei.

Yan Fei had obviously noticed Ying Chen as well. She turned around, her beautiful light blue eyes falling on him with a hint of scrutiny and a touch of aloofness.

"Greetings, Your Highness Ying Chen." Consort Yan's voice was ethereal and clear, as if it came from a very distant place.

Ying Chen looked at Yan Fei, a playful smile on his lips: "The arrival of the Yin-Yang School's Eastern Lord certainly adds to the grandeur of Yan Dan's humble abode. But I wonder, instead of studying astrological secrets at Mount Li, what brings the Eastern Lord to this hostage's residence?"

Consort Yan remained calm, her tone utterly serene: "The stars indicate that an unusual star is shining brightly in the Yan and Zhao regions. I have been ordered by His Majesty the Eastern Emperor to investigate. As for Your Highness, visiting the Crown Prince of Yan so early in the morning, is there some important state of affairs at hand?"

"It's not about politics." Ying Chen strode towards the gate of the mansion, paused briefly as he passed by Yan Fei, and said in a low voice, "I just wanted to see if a person who is about to drown would really treat a rotten straw as a lifeline."

Yan Fei's eyes flickered slightly. She turned her head to look at Ying Chen, but only saw his aggressive profile.

"Your Highness seems to have a great prejudice against the Crown Prince of Yan."

"I wouldn't call it prejudice, I just think... he's boring." Ying Chen chuckled and stepped over the threshold.

Jing Ni followed closely behind, and as she passed by Yan Fei, the two women's eyes briefly met in the air.

One was a former assassin from the Luo Wang organization, and the other was a proud daughter of the Yin Yang School. It was as if invisible sparks flashed in the air.

Inside the mansion, Yan Dan had already received the news and rushed out.

At this time, Yan Dan did not yet possess the composure and vicissitudes that he would later become the leader of the Mohist school. Although his brows revealed a heroic spirit, he also had an undeniable anxiety and melancholy.

"Your Highness Yingchen? I was unaware of Your Highness's presence. I apologize for not welcoming you properly." Yan Dan bowed respectfully, appearing polite but distant.

"Your Highness is too kind." Ying Chen walked straight into the main hall and sat down in the head seat without any ceremony. "I have come today to tell Your Highness something."

Yan Dan frowned slightly, a sense of unease rising in his heart: "Your Highness, please speak."

"I'm going to South Korea in a couple of days." Ying Chen picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said, "I've heard that Crown Prince Yan has a close relationship with the Mohists. I wonder if the Crown Prince has any instructions for the Mohist disciples in South Korea? So that my guards might accidentally injure the Crown Prince's 'friends'."

Yan Dan's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

Ying Chen's words were clearly a threat, while also telling him: Great Qin is fully aware of your little tricks.

"Your Highness is joking. I have been in Xianyang all along. How could I have any connection with the Mohists?" Yan Dan forced a smile and argued.

"Is that so?" Ying Chen put down his teacup, stood up, and pierced Yan Dan with a gaze as sharp as a sword. "I came here to remind the Crown Prince that it's rather chaotic outside, so please don't go out unless necessary."

After saying that, Ying Chen ignored Yan Dan and turned to walk outside. Yan Dan saw Ying Chen to the door.

When they reached the door, Yanfei was still standing there, as if she had never moved.

Ying Chen stopped and looked at the noble Lord Dongjun, then suddenly asked, "Lord Dongjun, does the Yin-Yang School's pursuit of longevity truly exist?"

Yan Fei was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Ying Chen to ask such a question. She remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "All things have their own laws; yin and yang flow, and life goes on endlessly. Immortality is merely touching upon a higher level of law."

"A higher level of law?" Ying Chen laughed loudly, his laughter filled with arrogance and disdain. "In my opinion, the only law in this world is the law of the Great Qin! The only path to immortality is the eternal foundation of the Great Qin!"

He walked up to Yan Fei, the two of them so close that he could smell the faint, delicate fragrance emanating from her, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley.

"Lord Dongjun, I suggest you look more at the human world than at the stars. Because soon, only one voice will remain in this world."

After Ying Chen finished speaking, he took Jing Ni and left.

Yan Fei stood there, watching Ying Chen's departing figure, a solemn look appearing in her deep eyes for the first time.

As Ying Chen's luxurious carriage, pulled by four pure black horses, slowly drove away, the previously frozen air seemed to begin to flow again.

Yan Dan stood inside the threshold, watching the smoke and dust disappear at the end of the street corner, her face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

Ying Chen's parting words, "Don't go out," sent a chill down his spine.

Just then, he noticed a dark golden figure beside him.

Yan Dan quickly concealed the gloom on her face, replacing it with a deep and melancholic expression.

He turned his head and looked at the woman beside him with a gaze that seemed to melt ice and snow, a gaze so tender it could look at even a dog, and softly called out:

"Feiyan, what Yingchen said just now..."

His voice was gentle and magnetic, carrying just the right amount of apology and pity, as if the woman before him was the only treasure in his life.

However, despite the gaze that could make most women in the world fall for her, Yan Fei's beautiful face remained completely unmoved.

She didn't even turn to look at Yan Dan, but spoke coldly, her voice as clear and cold as the striking of jade:

"Your Highness, please call me Dongjun. The name 'Feiyan' is not one you should use."

Yan Dan's expression froze for a moment, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

He gave an awkward laugh, withdrew his overly affectionate gaze, rubbed his hands together slightly, and asked in a low voice:

"Please forgive my rudeness, Lord Dongjun. May I ask if your visit today is related to... that matter we discussed before?"

Yan Fei tilted her head slightly, the dark red mark on her forehead shimmering with a mysterious luster in the sunlight.

Yan Fei spoke calmly, as if discussing a trivial matter, "His Majesty the Eastern Emperor has already agreed. As long as you are prepared, the Yin-Yang School can help you leave Xianyang."

Upon hearing this, Yan Dan should have been overjoyed. Leaving Xianyang was something he had always dreamed of.

But at this moment, the image of Ying Chen's lazy yet murderous gaze involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"What, has His Highness the Crown Prince changed his mind?" Consort Yan asked sarcastically when she saw that Yan Dan remained silent for a long time.

Yan Dan hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and shook her head, saying, "It's not that I'm going back on my word, but... Ying Chen's words just now had a hidden meaning. This man is extremely cunning and ruthless. Since he dared to warn me to my face, he has probably already laid a trap outside Xianyang City. Taking action now would be too risky."

He looked at Yan Fei, seeking some kind of assurance: "Lord Dongjun, with the strength of the Yin Yang School, what are their chances of victory if they were to face Ying Chen?"