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

Wei Zhuang did not deny it. He walked to the table and gently stroked the peculiar and sharp blade of the Shark Tooth Sword with his slender fingers.

"That night in Broken Dragon Valley, although the heavy rain washed away the traces, it could not erase the laws governing the workings of all things in the world. The weight of 100,000 taels of gold was enough to crush an ordinary wooden bridge and make the wheels sink deep into the mud. However, the carts that were transporting military supplies had extremely deep ruts before entering Broken Dragon Valley, but after passing through a certain section of the road, the ruts suddenly became shallower."

Wei Zhuang's eyes gleamed with all-knowing wisdom. "This means that the gold was switched halfway through the journey. And what they used to replace the gold was something that would 'disappear' in the rain."

"Now that you know the key clue, why don't you just show yourself and tell him?" Zi Nu asked, somewhat puzzled. "Haven't you always wanted to see if he was qualified to be our ally in breaking this deadlock in this murky world? If you help him get through this, he will naturally be extremely grateful to you."

"gratitude?"

Wei Zhuang seemed to have heard a funny joke. He sneered, turned his head to look at Zi Nu, and his eyes revealed an absolute rationality and ruthlessness.

"Purple Maiden, you must remember that the cheapest thing in this world is gratitude. Allies gained through charity will be the first to betray you when faced with a real life-or-death crisis."

Wei Zhuang slammed the Shark Tooth Sword heavily onto the table, making a dull thud.

"I won't give him the answer directly. Because I believe that things are more valuable when they come at a price. He won't cherish clues that are easily obtained, nor will he let me see his true worth."

Wei Zhuang's gaze pierced through the window, looking towards Han Fei's room. "I want him to struggle and suffer on his own. Only when he's truly desperate and understands how insignificant his own strength is will he understand the rules of the trade. I want to see what equivalent price this proud Ninth Prince is willing to pay to obtain this clue that could save his life and break his predicament."

Zi Nu looked at the proud and cold man in front of her, who was like a lone wolf, and sighed slightly, but did not try to persuade him any further.

She knew that this was Wei Zhuang's code of conduct: equal exchange, cruel but most effective.

……

Time slips away silently, like sand through your fingers.

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past two days, a thick layer of haze seemed to have shrouded the city of Xinzheng.

King An of Han was furious in court because the military pay had not been recovered for a long time, and gave Han Fei a final deadline.

If the case cannot be solved, Han Fei will not only lose his position as Minister of Justice, but may even face imprisonment.

Han Fei may seem to spend his days in Zilan Pavilion, drinking and making merry, putting on a decadent appearance, but in reality, his mind never stops working.

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a breakthrough that would allow him to tear through the layers of fog.

He had a premonition that the breakthrough was about to come!

During these two days of heightened tension, the courtyard where Ying Chen resided was unusually quiet, even exuding a strange harmony.

These past two days, Yan Fei has been trying to avoid being alone with Ying Chen. Every time she sees Ying Chen's half-smiling face, hears his lazy yet slightly wicked voice, or even sees Jing Ni, who is always by his side, a strange sense of irritation rises in her heart.

She tried to calm her mind through meditation, but as soon as she closed her eyes, what came to mind was Ying Chen's shameless appearance that day, sitting on the bed, patting the bed and calling her "fiancée," as well as his large hand roaming over Jing Ni's leg.

"Damn it..."

Yan Fei opened her eyes in the room, a hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashing across her beautiful face.

Her cultivation of Yin-Yang techniques had stagnated due to her unstable mental state.

Just then, Ying Chen's familiar footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Meanwhile, in Ying Chen's room.

Ying Chen was leaning back on the soft couch, playing with a crystal-clear jade pendant in his hand.

Jingni stood quietly to the side and spoke softly.

"Young Master, the triennial Treasure Exchange Conference has officially begun today. spies from various factions within Xinzheng City, as well as many high-ranking officials and nobles, have already begun to converge on the Hidden Dragon Hall." The undercover agent bowed his head and respectfully reported.

Upon hearing the words "Yi Bao Conference," Ying Chen's previously lazy and casual gaze vanished instantly.

He sat up abruptly, a sharp glint flashing in his deep eyes!

"It's finally starting..."

"Jing Ni." Ying Chen stood up and straightened his black brocade robe.

"Come on, come with me to join in the fun."

Ying Chen strode out of the room and went straight to Yan Fei's room next door. He didn't even knock; he just pushed the door open and went in.

Inside the room, Yan Fei was sitting at her dressing table, trying to calm her turbulent inner energy. Seeing Ying Chen suddenly burst in, she frowned, about to reprimand him for his lack of manners.

However, Ying Chen didn't give her a chance to speak at all.

He strode up to Yan Fei, and to her astonishment, he forcefully reached out his right hand and grabbed her soft, boneless, and slightly cool hand.

"What are you doing? Let go!" Yan Fei was startled and instinctively tried to break free.

When has she, the dignified Lord of Yin Yang School, ever been treated so lightly by a man?

What's more, this is in broad daylight!

But Ying Chen's hand was like an iron clamp, tightly enveloping her small hand, and no matter how she struggled, she could not budge it an inch.

"My fiancée, there's a big show going on in Xinzheng City today. It'll be boring to watch it alone. Come with me and broaden your horizons." Ying Chen lowered his head and leaned close to Yan Fei's ear, his warm breath brushing against her delicate earlobe.

Upon hearing the words "fiancée" and "husband," Yan Fei's cheeks instantly flushed red, and her left hand, which was originally preparing to gather Yin-Yang True Qi to counterattack, involuntarily went limp.

In the instant Yan Fei was stunned, Ying Chen had already taken her hand and turned her around.

At this moment, Jingni was quietly waiting outside the door.

Ying Chen walked to Jing Ni's side, and very naturally stretched out his left arm to embrace Jing Ni's slender waist. Jing Ni obediently leaned into Ying Chen's arms.

"Let's go to the Hidden Dragon Hall. I want to see what respectable items this Korean treasure-selling convention can offer!"