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

The following morning, in Xianyang City, at the residence of the Second Young Master.

Sunlight pierced through the morning mist and shone on the cobblestone streets.

Ying Chen yawned and, with Jing Ni's help, put on the black robe.

Jing Ni remained as gentle as ever, softly adjusting his collar, her fingertips occasionally brushing against his neck, bringing a tingling coolness.

"Your Highness, the carriage is ready. We've already notified Tiankui Star," Jingni reported in a low voice.

Ying Chen stretched and casually put his arm around Jing Ni's slender waist. "Let's go."

The two walked out of the mansion gate side by side.

However, just as he stepped out the door, Ying Chen paused slightly.

Beside the street in front of the mansion, under an ancient locust tree, a golden figure stood quietly.

The morning breeze stirred her skirt, and the intricate golden crow patterns shimmered in the sunlight.

She stood there silently, yet possessed an extraordinary and noble air that drew the attention of passersby, who dared not approach her.

Ying Chen's lips curled into a playful smile.

"Oh, isn't this Lord Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School?"

Ying Chen released his grip on Jing Ni, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked up to Yan Fei.

He looked the stunning woman up and down, his gaze filled with undisguised admiration. This gaze did not come across as lewd; rather, it conveyed the composed judgment of someone in a superior position.

"So early in the morning, instead of spending time with the Crown Prince of Yan at the hostage residence, Lord Dongjun has come to the gate of my humble young master's residence. Could it be that he has taken the wrong turn?"

Looking at Ying Chen's carefree and nonchalant demeanor, Yan Fei no longer felt the contempt she had shown yesterday.

She bowed slightly, performing a traditional Yin-Yang School salute, her voice clear and melodious: "Your Highness is too kind. I heard that Your Highness wishes to go to Korea, so Consort Yan has come to see you off."

"Seeing them off?"

Ying Chen raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Lord Dongjun's information network is quite impressive. I haven't even left Xianyang City yet, and the Yin-Yang School already knows? It seems you've put quite a bit of effort into getting to me."

Yan Fei remained calm and composed, saying, "As a prince of the Great Qin, Your Highness is naturally someone the Yin Yang School would not dare to slight."

She raised her head, her pale blue eyes meeting Ying Chen's directly, her tone tinged with a hint of probing: "I've heard Your Highness is going to Korea. I wonder if Consort Yan would have the honor of accompanying Your Highness?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Ni, who was standing behind Ying Chen, suddenly narrowed her beautiful eyes.

Jing Ni's cold eyes were fixed on Yan Fei, and a murderous aura emanated from her.

She knew that the Yin-Yang School people weren't there specifically to see Cheng off.

Ying Chen, however, seemed oblivious to the heavy atmosphere, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Travel together? Lord Dongjun, do you know what I'm going to do in Korea?"

Ying Chen suddenly stepped forward, leaning slightly forward, directly intruding into Yan Fei's private space.

The two were extremely close. Ying Chen could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from Yan Fei, while Yan Fei could feel the scorching heat emanating from Ying Chen.

"I've received word that there are beautiful women in Korea, and I'd like to go and admire them. Dong-gun, what do you want to do in Korea?"

Ying Chen's voice was low, tinged with a hint of mockery and amusement.

Yan Fei felt the overwhelming aura emanating from her, and her heart skipped a beat. But as the most extraordinary woman of the Yin Yang School, she quickly regained her composure.

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Outside Xianyang City, on the official road.

A luxurious carriage, pulled by four pure black Hummers, was slowly moving towards the sunrise.

The wheels rolled on the bluestone slabs, making a steady and rhythmic sound.

Dozens of elite knights dressed in black, with swords at their waists and demon masks on their faces, rode alongside the carriage.

They exuded a chilling aura of menace, and wherever they passed, even the birds in the forest fell silent.

The carriage was extremely spacious and decorated with the utmost luxury.

Ying Chen lay sprawled on the thick, soft fox fur cushion, his head resting on Jing Ni's warm, jade-like thighs.

Jing Ni's long, flowing hair cascaded down, obscuring half of her delicate face. Her slender hands were gently pressing Ying Chen's temples, her eyes filled with tender affection.

Opposite the two sat Dong Jun Yan Fei, dressed in a dark gold gown, exuding elegance and nobility.

"Lord Dongjun, you haven't answered what I just said." Ying Chen, with his eyes closed, feeling the coolness from Jing Ni's fingertips, slowly spoke, "You, the dignified Lord Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School, have condescended to accompany me to Han, yet you haven't even said what you're going to do?"

Yan Fei slightly raised her eyes, a complex emotion flashing in her pale blue eyes. She parted her lips slightly, her voice like pearls falling on a jade plate: "Yan Fei is here on the orders of His Majesty the Eastern Emperor to carry out a new mission in Korea. However, this mission involves the internal secrets of the Yin Yang School, so please forgive Yan Fei for not being able to speak of it directly."

"A new mission?" Ying Chen opened his eyes, a playful smile curving his lips. "That old fellow Donghuang Taiyi certainly has a long reach. But so be it, I'm always magnanimous. Since Lord Dongjun wants to come along, then so be it. With such a beauty by my side, this long journey won't be so lonely."

At this point, Ying Chen's tone suddenly changed, his gaze becoming deep and sharp as he stared intently at Yan Fei.

"However... I'm quite curious. While you Yin Yang School are showing goodwill to my elder brother, you're also secretly contacting that good-for-nothing Yan Dan. What, Lord Dongjun, do you Yin Yang School think the world isn't chaotic enough, and want to put a few eggs in every basket, playing a game of 'multiple bets'?"

Upon hearing this, the air inside the carriage seemed to freeze instantly.

Jing Ni paused slightly in her pressing gesture. Although she didn't speak, the faint killing intent she exuded had already locked onto Yan Fei.

Yan Fei was slightly startled; she hadn't expected Ying Chen to so directly expose this secret.

She took a deep breath, her expression remaining calm, and said lightly, "Your Highness misunderstands. The Yin-Yang School pursues the principles of celestial movement, the Way of Heaven. King Zheng of Qin is the eternal ruler indicated by the stars, so the Yin-Yang School naturally supports the Qin Kingdom with all its might. As for contacting Yan Dan... that was merely a personal matter for Consort Yan, unrelated to the Yin-Yang School, and certainly not a gamble."

"Private matter?"

Ying Chen burst into laughter, as if he had heard a hilarious joke.

"Lord Dongjun, there's no need to say such things to children. Do you think I would believe it? My elder brother... would he believe it?"

"Just yesterday, when my elder brother and I were playing chess, I casually mentioned that the Yin-Yang School seemed to be very interested in the hostage from Yan State, and sent Lord Dongjun to make contact with him. The two of them had a very pleasant chat at the hostage's residence."

With a "click".

Yan Fei's fingers, hidden in her sleeve, trembled involuntarily. The soft sound of her nails scraping against the silk was particularly jarring in the quiet carriage.