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

Ying Chen didn't linger too long on Yan Lingji. He quickly looked away, as if he were merely admiring a slightly unusual ornament.

Then, Ying Chen slowly turned around and turned his gaze to the main seat at the top of the hall.

"General," Ying Chen stood with his hands behind his back, a half-smile playing on his lips. His voice was clear and resonant, echoing throughout the spacious hall, showing no sign of timidity or awe, "What is the meaning of this?"

Ji Wuye placed the enormous wine vessel, carved from a single piece of fine jade from the Western Regions, heavily on the table, making a dull thud.

Just now, when Ying Chen entered the room, the moment his gaze was drawn to Yan Ling Ji, it did not escape Ji Wu Ye's eyes.

Ji Wuye's lips stretched into a wide grin, revealing an extremely ugly and ambitious smile.

The crisscrossing scars writhed with his smile, appearing particularly ferocious.

"Hahaha, Young Master Chen's presence is an honor to my humble abode!" Ji Wuye's voice boomed like a great bell, causing dust to fall from the hall. "Since ancient times, fine swords have been paired with heroes, and beautiful women with rouge. As a member of the Qin royal family, your status is incomparably noble. How could ordinary objects possibly meet your standards?"

Ji Wuye stretched out his large, calloused hand and pointed to the ice prison in the center of the hall.

"This woman is named Yan Lingji. She is an anomaly from the Baiyue region, born with the ability to manipulate fire. Not only is she stunningly beautiful, but she also possesses a wildness that no woman from the Central Plains can match. It took this general a tremendous amount of effort and the loss of many of his elite troops to capture her."

At this point, Ji Wuye paused, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper calculation.

"Tonight, I, the general, have specially prepared this banquet. Firstly, to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey, young master. Secondly..." Ji Wuye looked at Ying Chen and said, enunciating each word clearly, "This peerless beauty is my gift to you, young master! I wonder if you, young master, are satisfied?"

"Oh~?"

Upon hearing Ji Wuye's words, Ying Chen let out a long, amused sigh.

He turned his head again and carefully examined Yan Lingji in the ice prison. His gaze swept unabashedly over Yan Lingji's long legs, her slender waist, and her face, which appeared even more beautiful because of her anger.

Yan Lingji felt extremely uncomfortable under Ying Chen's aggressive gaze. She gritted her teeth, glared at Ying Chen fiercely, snorted coldly, and turned her head away.

"hehe……"

Ying Chen chuckled softly, turned his head, looked at Ji Wuye's expectant face, and nodded slightly.

"General, you truly appreciate elegance. This gift, in terms of both its quality and its wildness, is of the highest quality. Since you are so kind as to bestow such a gift..." Ying Chen's eyes gleamed with an unfathomable light, "then I will accept this gift."

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuye's face instantly lit up with a smile, like a blooming carnivorous flower.

"Excellent! Young Master is indeed a straightforward person!" Ji Wuye slammed his hand on the table and laughed loudly, "Guards! Bring me a seat! Play music! Serve wine!"

At Ji Wuye's command, the once deathly silent hall instantly came to life.

A troupe of scantily clad, alluring dancers, like butterflies flitting among flowers, surged into the hall from both sides, dancing gracefully in the center to the accompaniment of seductive music. Their flowing sleeves intertwined in mid-air, creating wafts of fragrant breeze.

The servants filed in, bringing out a continuous stream of delicacies and rare foods to the table in front of Ying Chen.

The golden-brown, oily bear paws, the tender, stewed deer antlers, and the amber-colored wine exuding a strong Western Region flavor all showcased the extravagance and debauchery of this Korean general.

Ying Chen sat cross-legged behind the desk, his posture calm and elegant, as if he were not in the dangerous mansion of an enemy general, but in the back garden of Xianyang Palace, enjoying flowers and tea.

Jing Ni knelt quietly beside Ying Chen, stretched out her fair, jade-like hands, picked up the bronze wine pot on the table, and poured a cup of wine for Ying Chen.

"Young master, please!" Ji Wuye raised his wine cup and toasted Ying Chen from afar.

"General, please." Ying Chen picked up the wine cup, took a small sip, and then put it down.

After the first glass of wine, the atmosphere at the banquet seemed to become much more harmonious.

The dancers' movements became more unrestrained, and the musicians played with even greater enthusiasm.

However, both Ying Chen and Ji Wuye knew exactly what was going on.

This apparent peace and prosperity is nothing more than the calm before the storm.

The real battle has only just begun.

While enjoying the song and dance, Ji Wuye kept an eye on Ying Chen out of the corner of his eye.

He noticed that although the Qin prince had accepted Yan Lingji, his gaze did not linger on the alluring dancers at all.

He just sat there quietly, occasionally picking up his glass to take a sip, his indifferent expression frightening.

"Recently, a strange thing happened in Xinzheng City. My good-for-nothing subordinate, Jade Tiger, was plotted against by a villain, and many of his properties suffered heavy losses. I wonder if you have heard about this, young master?" Ji Wuye stared intently into Ying Chen's eyes.

However, Ying Chen acted extremely naturally, and even showed a hint of surprise.

"Is that so?" Ying Chen shook his head and sighed. "I've heard of Jade Tiger's immense wealth. I never imagined someone would dare to provoke him. It seems the General will have to put in a lot more effort to maintain order in Xinzheng City. However, the business world is like a battlefield, and victory and defeat are common occurrences. Perhaps Jade Tiger has offended someone he shouldn't have."

Ji Wuye knew that the pointless probing had lost its meaning.

His real purpose in inviting Ying Chen tonight was not to get back the money from Jade Tiger.

Money can be earned back, but in the face of power, money is nothing more than a stepping stone.

Ji Wuye slowly put down the wine cup, raised his right hand, and gently waved it in mid-air.

Instantly, the seductive music in the hall ceased. The dancers, as if granted a pardon, lowered their heads and quickly retreated from the hall with delicate steps.

The large main hall fell into complete silence.

All that remained were the crackling sounds of the massive tallow candles burning and the faint breathing of Yan Lingji in the ice prison due to the cold.

Ji Wuye's smile vanished completely. His massive body leaned forward slightly, and his voice became low and hoarse. "Let's not beat around the bush. Tonight, besides presenting you with beauties, I have a huge business deal I'd like to discuss with you."

Ying Chen leaned back slightly, finding a more comfortable position, crossed his hands in front of him, and looked at Ji Wuye with great interest.

"Please speak, General."

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