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

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Han Fei slowly got up from the table.

He straightened up, raised his hand, and casually straightened his slightly disheveled clothes.

At this moment, although Han Fei's handsome face still bore the flush of excessive drinking and showed signs of intoxication, his eyes, shimmering in the candlelight, were clear and deep.

Sitting opposite him, Zi Nu quietly watched Han Fei's seemingly "changing expression," her beautiful face showing no surprise whatsoever. Not even a ripple appeared in her captivating peach blossom eyes.

It was as if all of this was within her expectations.

Zi Nu extended her slender, flawless hands, as white as mutton fat jade, and gracefully picked up the antique-style purple clay teapot from the table.

With gentle and skillful movements, she poured out the remaining cold wine from the glass and refilled it with a steaming cup of hot, slightly bitter and fragrant hangover tea.

Accompanied by the soft sound of flowing water, Zi Nu gently pushed the teacup towards Han Fei, leaning slightly forward. A faint fragrance of orchids, along with her soft and alluring voice, quietly filled the quiet private room.

"How is it?"

There were only three words, no subject and no object, but Han Fei instantly understood what Zi Nu was asking.

She was asking about Ying Chen, the young master of Qin who had just left; and also about the final probing result of the confrontation just now.

Han Fei did not answer immediately.

He picked up the steaming hot tea in front of him, brought it to his lips and blew on it gently, the rising steam blurring his deep eyes.

He took a small sip, letting the slightly bitter warm sensation flow down his throat, dispelling the lingering smell of alcohol in his body.

Then, he put down his teacup, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before, and slowly shook his head.

"I can't tell."

Han Fei's voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a rare sense of frustration and a deep sense of apprehension.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the table and looking directly into Zi Nu's inquisitive eyes, and said, word by word, "Miss Zi Nu, we... have all underestimated this Young Master Ying. No, not only us, but I'm afraid everyone in the world has underestimated this young master of Qin."

"From the moment he stepped into this elegant room, it seemed like we had the home-field advantage, and it seemed like I was pressing him and probing him with my words. But in reality? He had the entire rhythm of the situation firmly in his hands!"

Han Fei's eyes gleamed with wisdom as he began to meticulously analyze the situation that had just unfolded.

"I tried to probe his understanding of Xinzheng by mentioning the situation in Korea, but he directly used the almost table-flipping approach of 'You suspect Qin,' instantly disrupting my plan and turning the tables on me. Such a straightforward and almost brutal tactic is not something a normal politician or schemer would use. But he used it, and he used it perfectly, directly throwing my mind into disarray."

"Then, he seemingly casually brought up the situation in the Qin court, comparing Ji Wuye to Lü Buwei. This seemed like a show of weakness, indicating that Qin was also in a mess, but in reality, he was conducting an extremely clever 'psychological suggestion.' He deliberately drew my attention away from himself and towards the vast 'Qin state,' and towards that terrifying entity hidden in the shadows."

Han Fei sighed deeply and concluded, "A Qin prince who appears to be traveling and enjoying life actually harbors a grand vision of 'coexisting benevolent rule and hegemonic power.' Do you think such a person could be a simple variable?"

Zi Nu listened quietly to Han Fei's analysis, her expression growing increasingly solemn. Although she had also recognized Ying Chen's extraordinary nature, it was only after Han Fei's meticulous analysis that she truly realized just how terrifying this young master of Qin was.

"The Qin state is truly blessed by Heaven..."

Han Fei's eyes suddenly became somewhat lost. He turned to look at the dark night sky outside the window, his tone filled with endless desolation and envy.

"Having inherited the legacy of six generations, and building upon that legacy, Qin has devised a long-term strategy to govern the world. Not only is its national strength formidable, but it also boasts a wealth of talent. Now, even a seemingly unremarkable prince possesses such astonishing wisdom and methods. In contrast, my state of Han..."

Han Fei did not continue speaking, but Zi Nu understood the unfinished words he had left unsaid.

In South Korea, the court is controlled internally by Princess Muye, and surrounded by powerful enemies externally. King An is incompetent and corrupt, and the princes are vying for power and scheming against each other for the empty title of crown prince. The entire country is like a dilapidated building with a magnificent exterior but a interior already gnawed away by termites, ready to collapse at any moment.

"Ying Chen was right just now." Han Fei's lips curled into a self-deprecating bitter smile. "On the throne of Han sits a parasite. On the throne of Qin sits a true dragon."

Upon hearing the words "King of Qin," Han Fei's eyes, which had been filled with desolation, suddenly erupted with an extremely ardent, even somewhat crazed, light.

"Miss Zi Nu, do you know? I've developed an unprecedented curiosity about King Zheng of Qin, whom I've never met."

Han Fei leaned forward slightly, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Ying Chen is so exceptionally talented and unfathomable, yet he is merely a prince of Qin. Then what kind of person is King Ying Zheng of Qin, who sits on that throne?"

Han Fei's breathing became somewhat rapid, and his eyes gleamed with a flame known as "the thirst for knowledge" and "the desire for challenge."

"If I had the chance, I would really like to go to Xianyang. To see the capital of the Great Qin Dynasty, and to see that... King of Qin."

Zi Nu felt a slight tremor in her heart when she saw Han Fei's current appearance.

She knew that Han Fei's words were not drunken ramblings, but rather his deepest, most genuine desires. But she also knew all too well the dangers that Han Fei, as a prince of Han, would face once he set foot on Qin soil.

"Ninth Prince," Zi Nu called softly, trying to pull Han Fei back from his frenzied emotions. "Qin is too far away, and Xianyang is too far away. What we need to face now is Xinzheng, and the 100,000 taels of military pay that have vanished without a trace."

Zi Nu's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the fervor in Han Fei's eyes.

He paused for a moment, then exhaled a long breath, his tense body relaxing as he leaned back in his chair.

"You're right, Miss Zi Nu. One must eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time. Right now, the most urgent matter is still this military pay case."

Han Fei stretched out his fingers and rubbed his throbbing temples, forcing himself to refocus his attention on the chaotic situation before him.

"Regarding this 100,000 taels of military pay, I can now be certain of one thing..." Han Fei's eyes sharpened again, "This matter should not have been done by Ying Chenqian."

"Oh?" Zi Nu raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you just say he was unfathomable and had astonishing methods? Why are you so certain now that it wasn't him?"