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

"Your subject... heard it." Han Fei lowered his head slightly, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible bitterness.

Han Wang'an was unaware of Han Fei's change in mood; his mind was now filled with thoughts of the 100,000 taels of gold.

In order to make Han Fei wholeheartedly determined to find the money back, he decided to throw out a huge bait, drawing a big, round pie in the sky.

"Fei'er, you have rendered a great service by uncovering the 'water dissolves gold' trick, proving your abilities. I am deeply gratified!" King Han An cleared his throat, adopting the majesty of a monarch, and announced loudly, "Since the Grand General has recommended you, I also believe in your talent. Today, I formally entrust you with the important task of tracking down the whereabouts of the 100,000 taels of military funds!"

At this point, King Han paused, his gaze fixed intently on Han Fei, and dropped the bombshell: "Fei'er, listen carefully! If you can recover all 100,000 taels of gold and relieve the crisis facing my state, I will appoint you as Minister of Justice!"

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When King Han An uttered these words, the court fell silent.

Sikou!

Although this position is among the Nine Ministers, in charge of criminal law, and of a high status, when investigating the matter of the ghost soldiers, it was said that Han Fei would be given the position of Minister of Justice after solving the case.

And now, after Han Fei retrieved the gold, the reward he gave was still the position of Minister of Justice. King Han's calculations are too shrewd.

Han Fei slowly raised his head.

The helplessness in his eyes deepened, then vanished, replaced by an extremely bright and sharp light!

It's the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent, the desire to challenge when facing a desperate situation.

He took a deep breath, straightened his purple brocade robe, then stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to King Han An.

"Your subject accepts the imperial decree and expresses his gratitude!"

Han Fei's voice was clear and firm, echoing throughout the hall, without the slightest hesitation or fear.

"Your subject will certainly do everything in his power to live up to Father's trust, vowing to recover the 100,000 taels of military funds in full and bring the mastermind behind it all to justice!"

He agreed not because of the King of Han, but because of the state of Han.

Seeing Han Fei so readily accept this hot potato, King Han An finally breathed a sigh of relief, a satisfied smile spreading across his face: "Good! Good! Good! Fei'er is indeed responsible! I will await your good news right here in the palace!"

When Ji Wuye, who was standing to the side, saw Han Fei accept the order, he could not help but let a bright and smug smile bloom on his gloomy face.

That smile was full of mockery, cruelty, and the arrogance of someone who was certain of victory.

"Fool!" Ji Wuye laughed triumphantly in his heart. "Han Fei, since you've accepted this task, you'd better obediently teach us how to make those 100,000 taels of gold."

The court assembly ended in an atmosphere that seemed joyous to all but was actually fraught with undercurrents.

After the officials dispersed, each of them pondered the earth-shattering power struggle that had taken place in the court that day, wondering what Han Fei's fate would be.

Ji Wuye strode out of the palace with an air of indifference, as if he didn't recognize anyone.

He was in an exceptionally good mood today. Although he had lost money last night, he had successfully cornered Han Fei today. As long as Han Fei handed over the money, the 100,000 taels of gold would eventually be back in his pocket.

Han Fei, surrounded by several guards, walked out of the palace gate at a leisurely pace.

The late autumn sun shone on the streets of Xinzheng City, bringing a faint warmth.

Han Fei looked up at the azure sky, a playful smile playing on his lips. Latest chapter: High-energy plot! Come to Cola Novels!

He did not return to his own residence, but went straight to Zilan Pavilion.

Passing through the bustling lobby and winding through the quiet corridors, Han Fei arrived at the most secluded elegant room in the deepest part of the Purple Orchid Pavilion.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, a faint fragrance of orchids wafts out.

The room was dimly lit. Wei Zhuang knelt quietly by the window. He was dressed in a black and gold outfit, and a uniquely shaped longsword that exuded a chilling aura lay casually beside him.

He was like an emotionless statue, exuding a sharp, unapproachable aura.

Hearing the door open, Wei Zhuang didn't turn around. He simply spoke calmly, his voice as crisp and cold as clashing ice: "You made quite a splash in court today. The entire city of Xinzheng is now talking about the Ninth Prince's feat of thwarting the ghost soldiers' robbery of supplies with a basin of water."

Han Fei entered the room and casually closed the door. He ignored Wei Zhuang's teasing and went straight to the table, where he plopped down.

He picked up the white jade wine pot on the table, poured himself a full cup of orchid wine, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"ha--"

Han Fei let out a long sigh of relief, and the confident and shrewd demeanor he had displayed in the court vanished instantly.

He lay on the mat like a lump of mud, his handsome face bearing an exaggerated, utterly hopeless expression of helplessness.

"Brother Wei Zhuang, please don't tease me. I've been roasted alive today, practically charred on the outside and tender on the inside," Han Fei said with a wry smile, shaking his head as he poured himself another cup of wine.

Wei Zhuang then slowly turned his head, his sharp, hawk-like eyes coldly fixed on Han Fei: "Oh? That general, does he possess such strength?"

Han Fei sighed and told Wei Zhuang in detail what had happened in the court that day, from how he used "water to dissolve gold" to expose the substitution plot, to how Ji Wuye turned the tables and went with the flow, and how King Han An painted a picture of the "Minister of Justice" position.

"...That's how it is." Han Fei shrugged, looking innocently at Wei Zhuang. "Ji Wuye isn't very capable, but he probably thinks I sent men to set fire to and steal the gold last night. Now he's using Father's influence to force me to hand over the 100,000 taels of gold. If I don't hand it over, it's a crime of deceiving the emperor, a death sentence; if I do hand it over, it confirms my crime of robbing the treasury, and he can kill me anyway. Brother Wei Zhuang, tell me, am I wronged or not?"

After listening to Han Fei's story, Wei Zhuang's perpetually icy face surprisingly revealed a faint, mocking sneer.

"Injustice? What injustice could you possibly have?" Wei Zhuang's slender fingers gently stroked the hilt of the Shark Tooth Sword, his tone tinged with mockery. "Since you dared to expose his true colors in public, you should have expected him to resort to desperate measures. Although Ji Wuye is crude, he has stood firm in Han for so many years; he is no pushover. His 'luring the enemy into the trap' tactic was executed brilliantly."

"Yes, it's beautiful." Han Fei took another sip of wine, a glint of something eerie in his eyes. "He thinks he has me cornered. He thinks that 100,000 taels of gold is hidden under my bed right now, and that I'll have to obediently spit it out with just a little effort."

At this point, Han Fei suddenly paused, raised his head, stared intently at Wei Zhuang, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"But, Brother Wei Zhuang, Ji Wuye has made countless calculations, but he has overlooked one of the most fatal things."

Wei Zhuang narrowed his eyes slightly: "What is it?"