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

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Seeing Jing Ke pulling Gongsun Li, Ying Chen, though full of wariness and resentment, finally took a step forward and followed. The faint smile on Ying Chen's lips gradually widened.

The fish has taken the bait.

For a traditional chivalrous person like Jing Ke, who values ​​promises and responsibilities more than his own life, as long as his weakness is grasped, even the hardest rock in a latrine will have to obediently roll along the route set by Ying Chen.

Gongsun Li was Jing Ke's only and most fatal weakness in this world.

Ying Chen did not lead them far, but went straight to a very grand restaurant that was only two streets away from the entrance of Qianlong Hall.

This restaurant is three stories high, with flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters. Two huge red wooden lanterns hang at the entrance, and three large gilded characters are written on the plaque in a flamboyant style: "Qin An Ju".

Upon seeing these three words, Jing Ke's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

In Xinzheng, the capital of South Korea, there is a luxurious restaurant called "Qin Anju". Anyone who is not a fool can sense the arrogance and swagger in its name.

Ying Chen ignored Jing Ke's strange behavior. He didn't even show any token. He simply stood at the door with Yan Fei and Jing Ni. The sharp-eyed restaurant owner rushed out to greet him as if he had seen a living ancestor. His old face was as smiling as a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Oh my, a distinguished guest! A distinguished guest! Please come in, young master. The number one private room has been reserved for you, and it's been scented with the finest sandalwood every day, just waiting for your arrival!" The innkeeper bowed so low that his back almost touched the ground, his tone filled with extreme flattery and awe.

Ying Chen nodded slightly without speaking, and with his hands behind his back, he stepped onto the mahogany staircase covered with Western Region carpet, personally led by the shopkeeper.

Jing Ke pulled Gongsun Li along closely behind.

Upon entering "Qin Anju", Jing Ke immediately sensed that this place was unusual.

Although the lobby on the first floor was also full of diners, most of them were well-dressed and wealthy. Moreover, the lobby was not filled with the noisy and chaotic sounds of drinking games and toasts that are common in ordinary restaurants. Instead, it had an eerie quiet and order.

What alarmed Jing Ke even more was that he could faintly sense a subtle fluctuation of internal energy in these seemingly ordinary diners, and even in the waiters who served tea and water.

This is no ordinary restaurant; it's a den of thieves disguised as one!

"Senior brother..." Gongsun Li also sensed the oppressive atmosphere around her. She moved closer to Jing Ke with some fear and called out in a low voice.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Jing Ke patted Gongsun Li's hand and gave her a reassuring look, but his right hand, gripping the sword hilt, tightened involuntarily.

Upon reaching the second floor and passing through a quiet corridor, the shopkeeper stopped in front of a sandalwood door carved with intricate cloud patterns, respectfully pushed it open, and gestured for them to enter.

"Young master, we have arrived at the No. 1 private room. If you have any requests, please ring the copper bell on the table. I will be waiting downstairs."

Ying Chen stepped into the private room, followed closely by Yan Fei and Jing Ni.

Jing Ke, holding Gongsun Li's hand, hesitated for a moment at the door, but finally gritted his teeth and strode inside.

"Bang."

As the innkeeper gently closed the door from the outside, the entire private room instantly fell into a tranquil, secluded atmosphere.

This top-tier private room was enormous and decorated with extreme luxury and elegance. The floor was covered with soft white tiger skin, the walls were adorned with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, and a half-person-tall bronze inlaid censer stood in the corner, from which a faint, calming fragrance of ambergris was rising.

Ying Chen walked to the round table in the center of the private room, which was carved from a single piece of golden nanmu wood, and sat down in the main seat with complete ease.

Yan Fei walked gracefully to the table, picked up the purple clay teapot that was being warmed on the small red clay stove, and poured Ying Chen a cup of hot tea with fluid movements.

Jing Ni, like an emotionless ghost, silently retreated into the shadows behind Ying Chen, her hands clasped around her sword in front of her chest, her cold, lifeless eyes fixed on Jing Ke's every move like a venomous snake.

Jing Ke pulled Gongsun Li to sit down in the seat furthest away from Ying Chen.

He didn't touch the tea on the table, but instead slammed the unsheathed longsword heavily onto the table, making a dull thud.

"Now, the door is closed, and there are no outsiders here."

Jing Ke straightened his back, his gaze fixed intently on Ying Chen, who sat in the main seat, leisurely sipping his tea. His voice was low and cold as he spoke, "Young Master Ying Chen, you've gone to such lengths to lead us here. What instruction do you have for us? Now, you can speak, won't you?"

Ying Chen put down his teacup, making a crisp clinking sound.

He raised his head, his deep gaze sweeping over Jing Ke's wary face before slowly moving to Gongsun Li, who sat beside Jing Ke, her face equally filled with hostility and tension.

"I wouldn't call it guidance, but because of that drink earlier, I just wanted to give you two pitiful souls who are recklessly flirting with danger on the edge of a cliff without even realizing it." Ying Chen's voice was very calm, without any emotional fluctuation.

"On the edge of a cliff? Pitiful fools?" Jing Ke sneered, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Although we, my fellow disciples, have lost our country and our homes and are now wandering the world, we still have hands and feet, and we have swords in our hands! We have acted uprightly and sat honestly, so how can we talk about being on the edge of a cliff? And why should we need a prince of Qin to pity us!"

"It has hands and feet? And a sword in its hand?"

Ying Chen chuckled softly, as if he had heard something extremely childish. He shook his head, his eyes filled with undisguised pity and mockery.

"Jing Ke, do you really think that as long as you have superb swordsmanship and a passionate heart, you can protect your junior sister in this chaotic world and survive unharmed?"

Ying Chen leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on the table, and his deep eyes instantly became sharp as knives, piercing straight into Jing Ke's heart.

"You're so naive. So naive it's laughable."

"Do you think the danger you face now is merely not having enough to eat or wear, and not being able to afford a broken sword worth fifty taels of gold?"

Ying Chen extended a finger and tapped it lightly on the table.

"You're wrong. Your real danger is..."

Ying Chen's gaze fell unabashedly on Gongsun Li's stunningly beautiful face.

Gongsun Li felt extremely uncomfortable under Ying Chen's aggressive gaze and subconsciously hid behind Jing Ke.

"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

Chapter update reminder: Chapter 28, "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime," available here.