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

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He spent decades in the South Korean military, rising from an unknown soldier at the very bottom, stepping over the corpses of countless enemies and the blood of his colleagues, to become the powerful general he is today, second only to the emperor.

He established "Nightfall," recruiting top experts from all over the world and controlling South Korea's finances, military power, and intelligence. Even King An of Han had to act according to his wishes.

He enjoyed unimaginable wealth and luxury, and held the power of life and death over countless people.

He still has too many ambitions to realize; he has not yet completely usurped the power of the King of Han; he has not yet become the true uncrowned king of Korea.

If he were to die here, at the hands of a prince of Qin, then all his scheming and all the effort he had put in over the course of his life would be for naught.

Faced with absolute death, all notions of dignity, face, and the majesty of a great general become utterly worthless.

Only by living can anything be possible!

Once dead, one is nothing more than a cold corpse, mercilessly mocked by political enemies and completely buried by the dust of history.

Having figured this out, the force of resistance within Ji Wuye's body instantly crumbled.

He gave up struggling.

His hands, which had been gripping Ying Chen's arm tightly, loosened and fell limply to his sides.

His muscles, which were as taut as rocks, relaxed instantly.

He no longer tried to use his inner strength to resist, but instead, like a deflated balloon, he let Ying Chen hold his neck and hang in mid-air.

His eyes, which had initially shown shock and anger, transformed into a look of utter pleading and submission.

Seeing Ji Wuye's gaze, Ying Chen's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint arc.

"Bang."

Ying Chen slowly loosened his iron-like hand.

Without any support, Ji Wuye's massive, heavy body collapsed onto the cold, hard bluestone floor of the hall like a lump of mud.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Having been reborn, Ji Wuye clutched his neck tightly with both hands, like a dying fish thrown ashore, greedily inhaling the air.

The sound of violent coughing echoed in the hall. He coughed so hard that tears and snot came out, and he looked extremely disheveled.

The once arrogant and imposing South Korean general now lies on the ground like a beggar, completely devoid of any dignity.

Ying Chen looked down at Ji Wuye, who was lying at his feet. He didn't urge him, but just stood there quietly.

The aura of authority emanating from him did not diminish in the slightest when he loosened his grip; on the contrary, it was like an invisible mountain pressing down on Ji Wuye's back, making him lack even the courage to raise his head.

The hall was deathly silent, save for Ji Wuye's violent coughing and heavy breathing.

The Hundred Birds Assassins who were originally preparing to besiege Jingni were now frozen in place, not daring to even breathe.

They witnessed firsthand how their invincible general, whom they considered a demon god, was so easily defeated by this Qin prince, who crushed him like an ant, leaving him no chance to resist.

This intense visual and psychological impact completely shattered their worldview.

Their hands, gripping their weapons, trembled slightly, their hearts filled with boundless fear.

Jing Ni silently sheathed her sword and slowly walked behind Ying Chen, like a lifeless shadow. However, her cold gaze was always locked on Ji Wuye on the ground. If he dared to make the slightest move, her sword would not hesitate to cut off his head.

It took a full cup of tea for Ji Wuye's breathing to finally calm down.

The five clear, purplish-black finger marks on his neck were shocking, constantly reminding him of the fact that he had just narrowly escaped death.

Without hesitation, he braced himself with both hands on the ground, his massive body struggling to turn over, and then, to everyone's disbelief, he knelt heavily on one knee in front of Ying Chen with a thud.

His head was bowed low, staring at Ying Chen's spotless white brocade boots. His voice was hoarse and deep, yet it carried a resolute air:

"Ji Wuye... greets Your Highness!"

Ji Wuye emphasized those seven words.

He did not utter the extremely humiliating words, "I am willing to be your dog." This was the last and most insignificant bottom line he, as a Korean general, retained deep in his heart.

However, his act of kneeling on one knee and his words "Greetings, Your Highness" clearly expressed his submission.

Ying Chen looked at Ji Wuye, who was kneeling at his feet, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his deep eyes.

He neither helped Ji Wuye up nor said any comforting words.

For someone like Ji Wuye, the best way to manage subordinates is to use both kindness and severity.

The previous overwhelming force was "power," and now accepting his submission is "favor."

Ying Chen slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the hall and landing on Yan Lingji, and said casually:

"I'm quite satisfied with the gift you prepared today. I'll take it with me now."

Upon hearing Ying Chen's words, a glint of light flashed deep within Ji Wuye's eyes.

At least the news isn't entirely wrong!

Ji Wuye took a deep breath, lowered his posture to the lowest level, and replied in a calm and respectful voice:

"Understood, sir."

Ying Chen didn't say anything more, nor did he even glance at Ji Wuye again. He simply waved his sleeve and turned to walk out of the hall.

"Jing Ni, let's go."

"Yes, young master."

Jing Ni glanced coldly at Ji Wuye on the ground, then followed closely behind Ying Chen.

The two walked out of the main hall of the General's Mansion one after the other, under the watchful eyes of dozens of Hundred Birds Assassins, as if strolling in a garden, and disappeared into the vast night.

From beginning to end, no one dared to step forward to stop them, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Only when Ying Chen and Jing Ni's footsteps completely disappeared into the night wind did the suffocating, terrifying pressure in the hall finally recede like a tide.

The night wind blew into the hall through the broken door, stirring up sawdust and the smell of blood, sending a chill down one's spine.

Ji Wuye remained kneeling on one knee, maintaining that humiliating posture.

After a full half-incense stick's time had passed, and after confirming that Ying Chen had truly left and that the terrifying aura had completely disappeared, Ji Wuye slowly raised his head.

He didn't stand up immediately, but instead supported himself on the ground with both hands, panting heavily.

When he raised his head again and looked at the people in the hall, the humility and respect on his face had completely vanished.

Instead, there was an unprecedented, almost tangible, frenzied killing intent!

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For someone like Ji Wuye, the best way to manage subordinates is to use both kindness and severity.

The previous overwhelming force was "power," and now accepting his submission is "favor."

Ying Chen slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the hall and landing on Yan Lingji, and said casually:

"I'm quite satisfied with the gift you prepared today. I'll take it with me now."

Upon hearing Ying Chen's words, a glint of light flashed deep within Ji Wuye's eyes.

At least the news isn't entirely wrong!

Ji Wuye took a deep breath, lowered his posture to the lowest level, and replied in a calm and respectful voice:

"Understood, sir."

Ying Chen didn't say anything more, nor did he even glance at Ji Wuye again. He simply waved his sleeve and turned to walk out of the hall.

"Jing Ni, let's go."

"Yes, young master."

Jing Ni glanced coldly at Ji Wuye on the ground, then followed closely behind Ying Chen.

The two walked out of the main hall of the General's Mansion one after the other, under the watchful eyes of dozens of Hundred Birds Assassins, as if strolling in a garden, and disappeared into the vast night.

From beginning to end, no one dared to step forward to stop them, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Only when Ying Chen and Jing Ni's footsteps completely disappeared into the night wind did the suffocating, terrifying pressure in the hall finally recede like a tide.

The night wind blew into the hall through the broken door, stirring up sawdust and the smell of blood, sending a chill down one's spine.

Ji Wuye remained kneeling on one knee, maintaining that humiliating posture.

After a full half-incense stick's time had passed, and after confirming that Ying Chen had truly left and that the terrifying aura had completely disappeared, Ji Wuye slowly raised his head.

He didn't stand up immediately, but instead supported himself on the ground with both hands, panting heavily.

When he raised his head again and looked at the people in the hall, the humility and respect on his face had completely vanished.

Instead, there was an unprecedented, almost tangible, frenzied killing intent!

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For someone like Ji Wuye, the best way to manage subordinates is to use both kindness and severity.

The previous overwhelming force was "power," and now accepting his submission is "favor."

Ying Chen slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the hall and landing on Yan Lingji, and said casually:

"I'm quite satisfied with the gift you prepared today. I'll take it with me now."

Upon hearing Ying Chen's words, a glint of light flashed deep within Ji Wuye's eyes.

At least the news isn't entirely wrong!

Ji Wuye took a deep breath, lowered his posture to the lowest level, and replied in a calm and respectful voice:

"Understood, sir."

Ying Chen didn't say anything more, nor did he even glance at Ji Wuye again. He simply waved his sleeve and turned to walk out of the hall.

"Jing Ni, let's go."

"Yes, young master."

Jing Ni glanced coldly at Ji Wuye on the ground, then followed closely behind Ying Chen.

The two walked out of the main hall of the General's Mansion one after the other, under the watchful eyes of dozens of Hundred Birds Assassins, as if strolling in a garden, and disappeared into the vast night.

From beginning to end, no one dared to step forward to stop them, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Only when Ying Chen and Jing Ni's footsteps completely disappeared into the night wind did the suffocating, terrifying pressure in the hall finally recede like a tide.

The night wind blew into the hall through the broken door, stirring up sawdust and the smell of blood, sending a chill down one's spine.

Ji Wuye remained kneeling on one knee, maintaining that humiliating posture.

After a full half-incense stick's time had passed, and after confirming that Ying Chen had truly left and that the terrifying aura had completely disappeared, Ji Wuye slowly raised his head.

He didn't stand up immediately, but instead supported himself on the ground with both hands, panting heavily.

When he raised his head again and looked at the people in the hall, the humility and respect on his face had completely vanished.

Instead, there was an unprecedented, almost tangible, frenzied killing intent!

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He neither helped Ji Wuye up nor said any comforting words.

For someone like Ji Wuye, the best way to manage subordinates is to use both kindness and severity.

The previous overwhelming force was "power," and now accepting his submission is "favor."

Ying Chen slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the hall and landing on Yan Lingji, and said casually:

"I'm quite satisfied with the gift you prepared today. I'll take it with me now."

Upon hearing Ying Chen's words, a glint of light flashed deep within Ji Wuye's eyes.

At least the news isn't entirely wrong!

Ji Wuye took a deep breath, lowered his posture to the lowest level, and replied in a calm and respectful voice:

"Understood, sir."

Ying Chen didn't say anything more, nor did he even glance at Ji Wuye again. He simply waved his sleeve and turned to walk out of the hall.

"Jing Ni, let's go."

"Yes, young master."

Jing Ni glanced coldly at Ji Wuye on the ground, then followed closely behind Ying Chen.

The two walked out of the main hall of the General's Mansion one after the other, under the watchful eyes of dozens of Hundred Birds Assassins, as if strolling in a garden, and disappeared into the vast night.

From beginning to end, no one dared to step forward to stop them, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Only when Ying Chen and Jing Ni's footsteps completely disappeared into the night wind did the suffocating, terrifying pressure in the hall finally recede like a tide.

The night wind blew into the hall through the broken door, stirring up sawdust and the smell of blood, sending a chill down one's spine.

Ji Wuye remained kneeling on one knee, maintaining that humiliating posture.

After a full half-incense stick's time had passed, and after confirming that Ying Chen had truly left and that the terrifying aura had completely disappeared, Ji Wuye slowly raised his head.

He didn't stand up immediately, but instead supported himself on the ground with both hands, panting heavily.

When he raised his head again and looked at the people in the hall, the humility and respect on his face had completely vanished.

Instead, there was an unprecedented, almost tangible, frenzied killing intent!