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

The streets of Xinzheng City are bustling with traffic and noise.

A seemingly unassuming carriage, but actually crafted from top-quality thousand-year-old sandalwood and lined with soft snow fox fur, was slowly heading west of the city.

The carriage wheels rolled on the cobblestone streets, making a steady and rhythmic "rumble" sound.

Inside the carriage, the space was as spacious as a small, luxurious private room.

Ying Chen leaned lazily against the main seat, his posture extremely casual.

His left hand still held Jing Ni's supple and slender waist in a domineering yet natural manner; while his right hand held Yan Fei's warm and smooth, yet somewhat stiff, soft hand tightly.

Yan Fei sat beside Ying Chen, a thin layer of frost covering her exquisite face. Ever since Ying Chen forcibly dragged her out of the room and shoved her into this carriage, she had remained in this position, without uttering a word.

"What's wrong? Is Lord Dongjun still sulking?" Ying Chen seemed to sense Yan Fei's dissatisfaction. He turned his head slightly, leaned close to her ear, and his warm breath gently brushed against her crystal-clear earlobe. "The Treasure Exchange Conference is a great place. All the rare treasures in the world gather here. You might just find something that catches your eye. If you see something you like, I'll buy it for you."

Upon hearing this, a ripple appeared in Yan Fei's eyes, but when she saw Ying Chen's hand on Jing Ni's waist, her gaze instantly returned to its icy expression. Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, she spoke in a clear, cold voice, "Young Master, you are overthinking this. The ordinary things in this world are not worthy of my attention."

"Whether you like it or not, you'll know when you get there." Ying Chen laughed and held Yan Fei's hand even tighter, even gently stroking the back of her hand with his fingertips. "Let's go, we're here."

The carriage slowly came to a stop.

Jing Ni was the first to lift the heavy carriage curtain, gracefully leaping down from the carriage before standing respectfully to the side. Ying Chen, holding Yan Fei's hand, walked down at a leisurely pace.

What appeared before them was a huge building that covered a vast area and had a magnificent presence.

Above the tall, vermilion gatehouse hangs a huge plaque with gold lettering on a black background, bearing three large, elegant characters: "Hall of Hidden Dragons".

This is the base established by Situ Wanli, the head of the Farmer's Four Mountains Hall, in Xinzheng, and it is also the venue for today's triennial "Yibao Conference".

At this moment, the area outside Qianlong Hall was already bustling with noise.

Wealthy merchants, high-ranking officials, and swordsmen from all over the seven kingdoms were pouring into the gate in an endless stream.

When Ying Chen led Yan Fei and Jing Ni onto the wide white jade steps of the Hidden Dragon Hall, the once noisy entrance fell into an eerie silence in an instant.

Almost everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to it.

For no other reason than that the two women beside Ying Chen were simply too dazzling.

Yan Fei wore a magnificent long dress interwoven with dark gold and deep blue, her hair styled in a high, flying fairy bun, with a phoenix white jade hairpin reflecting dazzling light in the sunlight.

She was tall and slender, with a noble and mysterious air, like an inviolable goddess from the heavens. Her stunningly beautiful face carried a coldness that kept people at a distance, breathtakingly beautiful yet making people feel ashamed of themselves.

On the other side of Ying Chen, Jing Ni was completely different. She wore a form-fitting dark purple silk dress that perfectly accentuated her alluring, mature, and voluptuous curves. Her appearance was equally stunning.

These two stunningly beautiful women were simultaneously and obediently accompanying a young man, being freely held by his hand and embraced by him. How could this not drive the men present to the brink of madness with jealousy?

In an instant, countless gazes filled with amazement, greed, lust, and curiosity fell upon Yan Fei and Jing Ni like spotlights.

Feeling the unbridled gazes around her, Yan Fei's beautiful eyebrows instantly stood up.

As the Eastern Lord of the Yin-Yang School, how could he have ever been treated like a commodity and looked at like this?

A chilling, bone-deep cold suddenly erupted from Yan Fei's body.

In an instant, those few martial arts practitioners who were closest and had the most unrestrained gazes felt a chill rush straight to their heads, even though the sun was shining overhead. They shivered all over, and their blood seemed to freeze.

At the same time, a murderous aura flashed in Jing Ni's eyes, and her cold and ruthless gaze, like the scythe of death, slowly swept over everyone present.

Those whose gaze fell upon her felt a tightness in their throats, as if an invisible blade was already at their necks, and the slightest movement would result in their decapitation.

"Gurgle..."

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard from the crowd.

Those men who had previously been captivated by lust and harbored wicked thoughts were now pale-faced and drenched in cold sweat.

As if electrocuted, they quickly averted their gaze, lowering their heads or shifting their attention elsewhere, no longer daring to look at Yan Fei and Jing Ni, or even breathe loudly.

Beauty is certainly alluring, but it's not worth losing your life just to look at it a few more times.

Those present were all seasoned veterans, and they could naturally tell that these two women were absolutely terrifying beings not to be trifled with.

Ying Chen took in all of this, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

He didn't say anything to stop them, nor did he even pause for a moment. He maintained his lazy and casual demeanor, holding Jingni and leading Yanfei by the hand. Amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, he strolled into the gates of Qianlong Hall as if taking a leisurely walk.

"Haha! Your presence, young master, truly honors my humble Qianlong Hall!"

As soon as Ying Chen and his two companions stepped through the gate, a hearty laugh, tinged with shrewdness, greeted them.

A middle-aged man of medium build, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe and sporting a mustache, was seen walking briskly towards them with a broad smile.

He habitually toyed with two exquisite dice in his hand, and his small, darting eyes gleamed with the shrewdness and cunning characteristic of a businessman.

This man was none other than Situ Wanli, the head of the Four Mountains Hall of the Farmer's Family and the master of the Hidden Dragon Hall.

Because the Farmer Clan had many disciples, they were well-informed. In addition, Ying Chen arrived in Xinzheng with five hundred iron cavalry in a grand manner. Before coming, Situ Wanli had already inquired about everyone who was qualified to enter the Hidden Dragon Hall. Therefore, Situ Wanli recognized Ying Chen's identity at first glance.

"This must be the master of the Hidden Dragon Hall, Hall Master Situ, right?" Ying Chen stopped and looked at Situ Wanli, who was all smiles, and said with a half-smile.

"It is indeed I. It is truly an honor for me that you, sir, know my humble name." Situ Wanli bowed slightly, his attitude extremely humble. "I am deeply grateful that you, sir, have come to participate in this treasure exchange conference today. May I ask what treasure you are particularly looking for? I can personally guide you there and guarantee that you will be satisfied."

Ying Chen glanced at Situ Wanli indifferently and said in a flat tone.

"Master Situ, you're too kind. I'm just taking my wife and maid out for a stroll and to join in the fun. There's no need for you to accompany me personally. Your Treasure Exchange Conference is quite complicated, so you should go and attend to your important matters."