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

"Since the General has invited me, how could I, Han Fei, refuse?" Han Fei smiled slightly and walked to the guest seat with neither arrogance nor servility.

Ji Wuye narrowed his fierce eyes, looking Han Fei up and down, a hint of undisguised contempt flashing in his eyes.

In his eyes, a young master who couldn't even kill a chicken was no different from a piece of trash.

"Ninth Young Master has certainly made quite a splash lately," Ji Wuye said with a forced smile. "However, I heard that the two presiding princes were... scared to death by ghosts in the death row last night?"

Ji Wuye deliberately emphasized the words "scared to death by a ghost," his tone full of sarcasm and provocation.

Han Fei picked up the wine cup on the table, gently swirled the liquid inside, and said calmly, "Yes, this ghost is really arrogant. Not only did it dare to steal 100,000 taels of military pay, but it also dared to kill someone in the death row. However, Han Fei has always believed in one thing: there are no ghosts in this world, only people pretending to be ghosts."

Ji Wuye's eyes turned cold, and the scars on his face looked even more ferocious due to the tension in his muscles.

He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Ninth Prince! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! Everyone in the city knows that the two princes died at the hands of ghosts and gods. If you can't find out the truth, you can simply admit your incompetence before the King. Why are you spreading rumors and misleading the public here!"

"Oh? General, are you so sure it was the work of ghosts and gods?" Han Fei met Ji Wuye's murderous gaze without fear, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Did the General witness those ghost soldiers with his own eyes?"

"Insolence!" Ji Wuye roared, and the surrounding guards immediately drew their swords, creating a tense atmosphere that instantly turned icy.

However, Han Fei seemed not to see the gleaming blades. He remained seated, slowly taking a sip of wine.

"General, why be angry? I am merely stating the facts." Han Fei put down his wine cup, his gaze sharp as a knife. "The 100,000 taels of gold belonging to my state could not have vanished into thin air. Those so-called ghost soldiers could not possibly be truly invulnerable. There must be an unseen hand manipulating all of this."

Ji Wuye stared coldly at Han Fei, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Good! Well done, Ninth Young Master! Since you're so confident, then this general will wait and see. However, this general must remind you of something..."

Ji Wuye stood up, walked to Han Fei, looked down at him, and lowered his voice, his tone filled with naked threat: "The waters of Xinzheng City run deep. Some cases, if investigated thoroughly, can lead to death. Ninth Young Master is a smart man; he should know what should be investigated and what shouldn't. Sometimes, being a bit foolish is the best way to live longer."

Han Fei stood up, straightened his clothes, and met Ji Wuye's gaze without flinching.

"Thank you for the reminder, General." Han Fei smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with wisdom and determination. "However, Han Fei is by nature stubborn and dislikes giving up halfway. Although the waters of Xinzheng are deep, I believe that as long as the water is clear enough, we can see what demons and monsters are lurking beneath. General, don't you agree?"

Ji Wuye snorted coldly and remained silent, but the killing intent in his eyes grew stronger.

"It's late, so I won't disturb the General's enjoyment any longer. Farewell." Han Fei cupped his hands in greeting, turned around, and strode out of the General's mansion.

Watching Han Fei's departing figure, Ji Wuye suddenly smashed the bronze wine vessel in his hand on the ground, shattering it into pieces.

"You ignorant fool!" Ji Wuye cursed through gritted teeth, "Mo Ya!"

A dark figure appeared in the hall like a ghost, kneeling on one knee: "General."

"Keep a close eye on him. If he finds anything he shouldn't... send him to meet his maker like those two useless princes!"

"yes!"

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As he left the general's mansion, the night breeze caressed Han Fei's face, clearing his slightly drunken mind.

This treacherous banquet, though dangerous, completely confirmed his suspicions.

Ji Wuye's impatience and threats precisely demonstrate that he is the mastermind behind it all. He is afraid that Han Fei will continue his investigation.

Han Fei did not return to his own residence, but instead strode into the gate of Zilan Pavilion.

After returning to the room he had booked in Zilan Pavilion, Han Fei pushed all the bamboo slips on the table aside, dipped his finger in the remaining wine in his cup, and drew intricate lines on the smooth wooden table.

"Ji Wuye... Illusionary Death Powder... to silence him..." Han Fei's brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep "川" character.

He sorted out the jumbled clues in his mind.

The current situation is clear: the mastermind behind everything is Ji Wuye, and the two royal uncles were also poisoned by Ji Wuye's men to silence them.

However, knowing the truth is one thing, but being able to make the truth public is another.

In the South Korean court, accusations without evidence are nothing to a powerful general, not even worth scratching an itch.

The most crucial and essential evidence in this case is not who killed the presiding judge, but the 100,000 taels of military pay!

"How did the gold disappear? Where did it go?"

Han Fei muttered to himself, his finger slamming two dots on the table.

One hundred thousand taels of gold—that's an extremely large volume and weight.

Even if there were hundreds of well-trained soldiers, they would still leave very obvious traces if they wanted to move it in a short period of time.

However, apart from the mud washed away by the heavy rain, there was nothing at the scene of Broken Dragon Valley.

There were no tire tracks, no footprints; the gold seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"It couldn't have just vanished into thin air. There must be some kind of illusion that I haven't figured out..." Han Fei rubbed his temples in pain. He felt like he was standing in front of a door, knowing that the truth was behind it, but he just couldn't find the key to open it.

Meanwhile, in a room on the top floor of Zilan Pavilion.

Wei Zhuang stood quietly by the window, looking down at the intricate streets of Xinzheng City with a deep and unfathomable gaze.

Zi Nu gracefully entered, carrying a pot of freshly warmed orchid wine.

She poured Wei Zhuang a full cup of wine and said softly, "Han Fei has returned from the General's Mansion. Judging from his appearance, although he did not lose to Ji Wuye, he seems to have encountered a major bottleneck."

Wei Zhuang turned around, picked up his wine cup, but didn't drink it. He just looked at the ripples in the cup, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Of course he'll hit a bottleneck." Wei Zhuang's voice was deep and magnetic. "He's like a swordsman with a perfect scabbard, but he's missing that one deadly blade."

Zi Nu's beautiful eyes flickered; as intelligent as she was, she immediately understood Wei Zhuang's meaning: "You mean... the whereabouts of the 100,000 taels of gold?"

"Indeed." Wei Zhuang downed his cup of wine in one gulp. "He has guessed all the conspiracies and schemes, but he cannot explain how the gold disappeared in full view of everyone. Unless the gold is found, all his deductions are just a bunch of nonsense in front of King Han."

Zi Nu looked at Wei Zhuang's confident demeanor, a glint of surprise in her eyes: "Judging from your tone, you seem to have already guessed his confusion, and... you already know where the clues are?"