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

Wang Yi's expression changed, and he coldly snorted, "This old minister dares not. It is just that in this world, it is easy to know how to fight, but difficult to understand people's hearts. Lord Wu'an served his country with utmost sincerity, but in the end, he ended up committing suicide at Duyou. This old minister has been here for a long time, and sometimes I really feel that the wind carries the cries of wronged souls."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Meng Tian was terrified and hurriedly shouted, "General, watch your words!"

Ying Chen, however, did not get angry; instead, he laughed.

He stood up and slowly walked to Wang Yi. Their eyes clashed fiercely in the air.

"Wang Yi, are you speaking out for Bai Qi?"

Ying Chen's voice was soft, "The talent of Lord Wu'an is unparalleled throughout history, and I, too, admire him greatly. But what happened back then—my elder brother and I were still infants. Old General, you shouldn't vent your resentment on us. And..."

Ying Chen stared intently at Wang Yi, speaking very slowly: "Your longing for your former master can be interpreted as loyalty. But if you place this loyalty above the current royal authority, that is—treason."

The word "treason" struck Wang Yi's heart like a heavy hammer.

His old face flushed red, his eyes wide with anger: "You... Second Young Master, don't spout such nonsense! This old minister is utterly loyal to the Great Qin!"

"Loyalty?" Ying Chen turned around and looked at Meng Tian, ​​who had remained silent. "General Meng, do you really think a general who is constantly consumed by past regrets and harbors resentment towards the current ruler can guard the gates of my Great Qin?"

Meng Tian was startled. Looking at Wang Yi's stubborn and extreme appearance, and recalling Ying Chen's words, the respect he once had for the old general was unconsciously replaced by a deep sense of doubt.

Is General Wang Yi still the same Qin general who was wholeheartedly devoted to his country?

Ying Chen keenly noticed the change in Meng Tian's eyes and smiled faintly.

Ying Zheng has not yet taken personal power, and Lü Buwei holds the reins of power. He cannot touch Wang Yi, but he can plant a seed of trouble next to Wang Yi first.

"General Wang, I am going to Korea and need to allocate five hundred iron cavalry from you to accompany me." Ying Chen said with his back to Wang Yi, his tone returning to its lazy tone, "I hope that when you hand over the military tally, your hand will not tremble."

Wang Yi stared intently at Ying Chen's back, his once straight spine now appearing somewhat hunched.

He discovered that Ying Chen was far more troublesome than he had imagined.

Yanfei, sitting to the side, took in all of this.

Watching Ying Chen subdue a seasoned veteran with just words, she gained some insight into the power of Ying Chen's words.

Ying Chen turned around and smiled slightly at Jing Ni and Yan Fei: "Let's go. Staying here for too long, even I think the smell in the wind is... not very pleasant."

The group left the general's mansion, leaving Wang Yi alone in the empty hall, facing the huge sand table, his expression uncertain.

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Outside Wusui City, banners fluttered in the wind.

Despite Wang Yi's deep resentment and lingering grudges over the past, he ultimately lowered his proud head under Ying Chen's almost judgmental gaze.

He knew very well that the Qin army was the nation's sharpest sword, the Qin king's tiger and wolf, not his personal private army.

If he openly defies the king's order and refuses to escort the prince on his mission to Korea, it would be tantamount to burying his life's achievements with his own hands, and might even implicate the brothers who have risked their lives with him.

"Splash—"

Five hundred Qin cavalrymen, clad in heavy black armor and wielding twelve-foot-long halberds, lined up neatly on both sides of the official road like a black torrent.

These soldiers were all elites selected from those who had survived countless battles. Each of them seemed to breathe in sync with their warhorse, and the combined chilling aura made the surrounding air thick and sticky.

Ying Chen stood on the carriage platform, looking at this elite force, and smiled with satisfaction.

"General Wang, thank you very much."

He didn't look at Wang Yi again, turned around and got into the luxurious carriage.

With a crisp crack of a whip, five hundred iron cavalrymen escorted the enormous carriage, marching in a grand procession toward the Korean border. The black banner bearing the character "Qin" fluttered wildly in the wind, making a sound like a roar.

Inside the carriage, a faint scent of ambergris burned in the incense burner.

Yan Fei sat opposite Ying Chen, looking at the Second Young Master who was leaning against Jing Ni's arms like a boneless rag doll, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"Your Highness, Consort Yan has a question."

Ying Chen closed his eyes, feeling Jing Ni's delicate fingers gently pressing on his temples, and casually replied, "Oh? Is there anything you don't understand, Lord Dongjun? Tell me."

Yan Fei pointed to the rhythmic sound of horses' hooves outside the carriage window, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "Your Highness was already accompanied by skilled warriors on your mission to Korea, and you have top-tier swordsmen like Jing Ni as bodyguards. To be honest, even if you encountered an ambush by some assassin organizations, you would be able to escape unscathed. Why insist on demanding these five hundred iron cavalry from Wang Yi?"

Ying Chen opened one eye, looked at Yan Fei's peerless face filled with doubt, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"Lord Dongjun, you may not know this, but the world is in chaos. I am timid by nature. If I were to encounter bandits or outlaws on the road, I would not be able to sleep soundly without the courage of these five hundred iron cavalry."

"Mountain bandits?"

Upon hearing this answer, Yan Fei was so angry that she rolled her eyes at Ying Chen.

"Does Your Highness think Consort Yan is a three-year-old child? With the strength of this caravan, let alone bandits, even if the entire Korean border guards were to come out, they might not be able to stop Your Highness. These five hundred iron cavalry are probably not meant to stop thieves, but to block people, aren't they?"

Ying Chen laughed heartily, then sat up and stared intently at Yan Fei.

"Dongjun is indeed clever."

He extended a finger and gently shook it.

"These five hundred men are not here to stop bandits; they represent the will of the Great Qin. If I were to enter the State of Han with only a few martial arts masters, in the eyes of the Han people, I would be nothing more than a noble young master traveling and enjoying the scenery. But if I have five hundred Great Qin cavalry escorting me, then the significance is entirely different."

"This shows that the Qin border guards and the Xianyang army are of one mind, and some bad rumors will naturally fall apart on their own."

Yanfei thought of Wang Yi's attitude, and coupled with some current internal affairs in Qin, she made some connections.

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Xinzheng, South Korea.

The General's Mansion.

This mansion was even more luxurious than the palace of the King of Han, exuding an air of nouveau riche arrogance and domineering power.

The hall was brightly lit.

A burly general with a fierce face sat in the main seat, holding a golden-brown roasted lamb leg in his hand, eating with his mouth full of oil.