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

As night fell, the city of Xinzheng was shrouded in deep darkness.

In the General's Mansion

Ji Wuye sat imposingly on the throne.

He held a wine glass made from a human skull, filled with scarlet liquid, and was slowly sipping it.

Below the main hall, the Jade Tiger lay sprawled on the cold bronze floor like a giant ball of flesh, trembling violently, not daring to lift its head.

"General... Help! General, save me!"

Jade Tiger's voice was filled with sobs, mournful and desperate.

Ji Wuye didn't speak, but coldly looked at the Emerald Tiger lying on the ground, his eyes like those of someone looking at a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

The main hall was deathly silent, with only the crackling of the torches and the heavy breathing of the Jade Tiger.

This silent pressure caused Jade Tiger's psychological defenses to completely collapse.

"General, I know I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong!" Emerald Tiger kowtowed frantically on the ground, his forehead slamming against the bronze floor with a dull thud, quickly drawing blood. "I fell for that little beast Han Fei's scheme! He colluded with Zilan Pavilion and a group of mysterious merchants who appeared out of nowhere, deliberately dumping cheap grain on the market, driving down grain prices!"

"To stabilize grain prices and generate more military funds for the General, I've poured all my resources into it! But... but the grain supply is like a bottomless pit; it just can't be filled!"

Ji Wuye slowly put down the skull-shaped wine cup in his hand and let out a chilling laugh.

"So, behind my back, you mortgaged all your shops and land to that Lianjin Pavilion?" Ji Wuye's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a chilling aura.

Jade Tiger froze. He knew that Ji Wuye's network was all-encompassing, and what he had done could not be hidden from him at all.

"General, please understand! I was forced into this situation!" Emerald Tiger cried out. "I wanted to borrow money from the Gold-Collecting Pavilion for one last gamble. If we could consume all the grain in the market, we could turn the tide! But... but..."

"But not only did you fail to turn the tide, you also gave away all the assets that I entrusted to you to manage!" Ji Wuye slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne, making a deafening noise.

"Bang!"

A burst of violent energy erupted from Ji Wuye, sending the jade tiger, which was lying on the ground, flying and crashing heavily into a pillar of the main hall.

"Pfft!" The Emerald Tiger spat out a mouthful of blood and slid to the ground like a puddle of mud, not daring to utter a single scream.

Ji Wuye stood up, looking down at the Emerald Tiger like a demon god, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"You stupid pig! Do you think you lost to Han Fei? Do you think you lost to Zi Lanxuan?" Ji Wuye walked down the steps one by one, his heavy footsteps echoing in the hall, as if stepping on the heart of the jade tiger.

"That Lianjinge, all those properties you mortgaged, they swallowed them up without even blinking an eye. Didn't you use your fat brain to think about who in Xinzheng City has such a big appetite? Who has such audacity to devour my Nightfall?!"

Jade Tiger clutched his chest, staring at Ji Wuye in terror, and asked tremblingly, "General... what does the Great General mean...?"

"Behind the Lianjin Pavilion is the Qin Kingdom! And that Ying Chen!" Ji Wuye spat out the name through gritted teeth, his scar on his face contorting violently with rage.

"Ying Chen personally oversaw the collection of your collateral at the Gold Collection Pavilion, making a grand display of force. He's demonstrating his power against me, General! He's using the blood of you, you stupid pig, to cut into the flesh of my Nightfall!"

Ji Wuye walked up to Emerald Tiger, grabbed his hair, and lifted his pale, chubby face.

"Not only have you squandered all my money, but you've also disgraced me, allowing the Qin people to trample on my dignity! Tell me, how should I punish you?"

The jade tiger was so terrified that it wet itself, and a foul odor suddenly wafted from its crotch.

"General, spare me! General, spare me!" Emerald Tiger pleaded desperately. "I'm still useful! I still have mountains of grain! If only you would take action, use the army to seal off the gates of Xinzheng and prevent any grain from entering, and send men to seize the granaries of Zilan Pavilion and those mysterious merchants, the price of grain will surely rise again! Then I will definitely make up for the losses, with interest, for you!"

Upon hearing Jade Tiger's suggestion, Ji Wuye's murderous intent subsided slightly.

He threw the jade tiger on the ground like trash, took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his hands with disgust.

Although the Jade Tiger is foolish, this method is indeed the only way to break the deadlock at present.

Deploying the military to forcibly intervene in the market is the simplest and most brutal method.

As long as Han Fei and Ying Chen's food supply is cut off, Xinzheng City will once again fall into a panic of food shortage.

At that time, the grain that Jade Tiger had hoarded would once again become priceless.

As for how much public resentment the forced closure of Zilanxuan and those shops would cause, Ji Wuye didn't care at all.

In South Korea, the knife in his hand represents the greatest truth!

"Very well, I'll give you one last chance." Ji Wuye coldly looked at Emerald Tiger. "Tomorrow morning, under the pretext of guarding against Qin spies, I will order the city defense troops to seal off the four gates of Xinzheng and strictly prohibit any grain carts from entering the city. At the same time, I will send the Hundred Birds to 'visit' Zilan Pavilion."

A cruel glint flashed in Ji Wuye's eyes.

"As for that Lianjin Pavilion... I'll personally meet with Ying Chen."

Upon hearing this, Jade Tiger felt as if he had been granted a pardon and kowtowed repeatedly with great emotion: "Thank you, General! Thank you for sparing my life! I will certainly live up to your expectations this time."

Looking at the emerald tiger lying on the ground, full of gratitude, Ji Wuye's lips curled into a cold smile.

He certainly wouldn't completely trust Emerald Tiger.

He was willing to take action because he couldn't stand by and watch the wealth hidden in the night flow into the pockets of the Qin people.

"Ying Chen... Han Fei..." Ji Wuye turned around, walked back onto the throne, and looked at the endless night outside the hall with a gloomy gaze.

The next day, early in the morning.

The sky over Xinzheng City was still shrouded in a light gray-blue hue, and the thin mist had not yet dissipated. The bustling city noise that should have started on other days was brutally torn apart by heavy and hurried footsteps, the clanging of armor, and the neighing of warhorses.