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

Ying Chen looked at her slightly pale face and smiled even more: "Lord Dongjun, tell me, what do you think he would think if he found out that his trusted partner was secretly plotting something with his enemy?"

Yanfei's heart sank completely.

She knew all too well what kind of person Ying Zheng was.

Although the young King of Qin did not rule in person, he possessed all the qualities and perfect qualities of a monarch.

Especially Ying Chen's position in Ying Zheng's heart.

Since the rebellion of Chang'an Jun Chengjiao was quelled, Ying Zheng probably only has his younger brother Ying Chen as the only family member he truly trusts in this world.

Ying Chen's words carried more weight in Ying Zheng's eyes than a thousand words from Chancellor Lü Buwei!

If Ying Zheng truly develops a grudge against the Yin Yang School because of Ying Chen's words, it could very well affect the Yin Yang School's future plans.

"Your Highness...you flatter me." Consort Yan gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remain calm, and said, "The loyalty of the Yin-Yang School to the Qin State is as clear as day."

"Loyalty isn't something you say, it's something you do." Ying Chen waved his hand lazily. "Besides, I was just saying it casually, Lord Dongjun, there's no need to be nervous. As for what my elder brother thinks, that's his business. However, if the Yin Yang School really wants to take shelter under the Qin Dynasty's umbrella, they'd better put away some of their ulterior motives."

Yan Fei fell silent, and the carriage fell into a deathly silence.

She knew that this was a warning from Ying Chen to her, and also a warning to the entire Yin Yang Clan.

Yan Fei lowered her head without showing any emotion, pulled one hand back into her sleeve, and rapidly made hand seals with her fingertips.

An extremely secret Yin-Yang School transmission talisman quietly took shape at her fingertips and disappeared into the void through the crack in the car window.

She had to immediately send this message back to Mount Li and to Donghuang Taiyi.

Let him prepare in advance.

Ying Chen watched Yan Fei's little actions but did not stop her. Instead, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

What he wanted was just a warning, not to completely kick the Yin-Yang School out of the game.

…………

After reprimanding Yan Fei, Ying Chen seemed to have completely lost interest in this "first extraordinary woman of the Yin Yang School".

He closed his eyes again, his whole body sinking into the warm and soft embrace of Jingni.

"Jingni, these grapes are a bit sour." Ying Chen mumbled indistinctly, his eyes closed, as he lightly licked the flesh of the grapes that Jingni had peeled.

Jingni chuckled softly, her voice low and filled with a hint of indulgence: "That's because Your Highness ate too quickly just now. This one was just taken out of the ice cup, so it must be sweet."

As she spoke, she carefully peeled open another one, her fingertips trembling slightly, and slowly fed it to Ying Chen.

Ying Chen took her soft hand in his hand and played with it in his palm.

Jingni didn't resist; instead, she obediently pressed herself even closer. Their whispered conversations echoed in the narrow carriage, filled with an ambiguous and relaxed atmosphere.

Yan Fei, who was sitting to the side, had truly become "air" at this moment.

……

Three days later, the convoy arrived at Wusui, a key town on the border between Qin and Han.

This place is the gateway to the Qin state and the throat that guards the Central Plains.

From a distance, the city wall soars into the clouds, its entire structure built of black boulders, exuding a heavy and oppressive military atmosphere.

At the city gate, a troop of Qin soldiers stood solemnly, their spears and halberds like a forest, their armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The carriage slowly came to a stop.

A spirited young general, clad in light armor, rode up to the carriage, dismounted, knelt on one knee, and clasped his hands in a salute: "This humble general, Meng Tian, ​​greets Your Highness, the Second Prince!"

This young general was none other than Meng Tian, ​​a genius of the Meng clan and the future famous general of the Qin Dynasty.

Although he was still somewhat green at this time, the sharpness between his brows was already beginning to show.

Ying Chen lifted the carriage curtain and, with Jing Ni's help, stepped down from the carriage. He glanced at Meng Tian and nodded slightly: "General Meng, you've had a long journey. It's windy at the border, no need for such formalities."

Meng Tian stood up, his gaze sweeping over the black-clad knights accompanying him, a sense of surprise creeping into his heart. These men possessed a cold and powerful aura, clearly not ordinary guards.

"Your Highness, General Wang Yi has prepared a small feast at his residence and has specially ordered me to welcome Your Highness into the city." Meng Tian stepped aside and gestured for you to enter.

Upon hearing this, Ying Chen stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the empty city gate, a playful smile curving his lips: "General Wang Yi? Why isn't he here?"

Meng Tian's expression stiffened, and he replied somewhat awkwardly, "General Wang said... there have been some unusual movements in the Han territory recently, and he is busy with sand table simulations and defense arrangements, so he sent me to greet him on his behalf. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

"Busy with the sand table?" Ying Chen sneered, his gaze turning icy. "I am here on the king's orders to represent the might of Qin. Does Wang Yi, as a high-ranking official, not even understand this basic etiquette? Or does he think that Wusui City is his personal domain, and he can disregard even the imperial decree from Xianyang?"

These words were extremely harsh, and the accusation leveled against them was astonishingly high.

Meng Tian broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that General Wang Yi harbored resentment towards the Qin royal family because of the death of Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi, and often made disparaging remarks in the army.

But these were private emotions. Now that Ying Chen has come in person, Wang Yi still dares to be so arrogant, which is indeed going too far.

"Your Highness, please calm down. General Wang, he..."

"Lead the way." Ying Chen interrupted Meng Tian's explanation, sat back in the carriage, and his voice came from inside the carriage, cold and icy, "I want to see what kind of earth-shattering formation this former fierce general under the command of Lord Wu'an is devising, that he doesn't even have time to see me."

……

Wu Sui was in charge of the general's mansion.

When Ying Chen stepped into the hall, a strong aura of killing intent rushed towards him.

In the center of the hall stood a huge sand table, where an old general with white hair and beard and a burly build stood with his hand on his sword, his eyes fixed on the situation on the sand table, as if he had no idea that Ying Chen had arrived.

This person was none other than Wang Yi.

He wasn't wearing a formal suit, but rather a set of worn-out armor, the knife marks and arrow holes clearly visible on it.

"General Wang, His Highness the Second Young Master has arrived," Meng Tian hurriedly stepped forward to remind him.

Wang Yi then slowly turned his head, his cloudy yet sharp eyes sweeping over Ying Chen. There was little reverence in his eyes; he merely gave a perfunctory cupped-hand salute: "This old minister, Wang Yi, is in armor and cannot perform the full ceremony. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Ying Chen walked straight to the main seat and sat down, with Jing Ni and Yan Fei standing on his left and right respectively.

"General Wang, this armor must be the one you wore when you fought alongside Lord Wu'an against the six kingdoms, right?" Ying Chen said calmly, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

A complex emotion flashed in Wang Yi's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Your Highness has a good eye. This armor accompanied this old minister through the Battle of Changping, stained with the blood of the Zhao people, and also witnessed the most glorious moment of the Qin Dynasty."

"The most glorious moment?" Ying Chen chuckled, his fingers rhythmically tapping the table. "Does the general feel that the Qin state is not glorious enough now? Or does he feel that without Lord Wu'an, the sword of Qin has become dull?"