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

Xinzheng, South Korea.

Inside the General's Mansion, a suppressed, violent aura permeated the air.

Ji Wuye slammed the gnawed lamb leg bone in his hand heavily onto the golden nanmu table, making a muffled thud that sent chills down one's spine.

His beast-like eyes were fixed on the kneeling black-clad assassin, his voice hoarse and low: "You said... that second young master of Qin, Ying Chen, has arrived at the border. What is his purpose in coming here?"

"Reporting to the General," Mo Ya lowered his head even further, his voice trembling slightly, "According to the information gathered from all sides... this Second Young Master frequented brothels in Xianyang for many years, and his mansion was filled with beauties from various countries. It is said that his trip to Korea this time was because he heard that the women of our Great Korea are amorous, and he came here specifically to 'gather inspiration'."

"Lustful?" Ji Wuye was slightly taken aback, then burst into wild laughter, the sound shaking the dust off the ceiling of the hall.

"Hahaha! Turns out he's just a useless piece of trash who only knows how to wriggle around on a woman's belly!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and a ruthless glint flashed in Ji Wuye's eyes.

"However, we still can't be careless. Pass down the order to have 'Hundred Birds' keep a close eye on him. If he really is just here for pleasure, then I wouldn't mind sending him a few stunning beauties; but if he dares to have other intentions... Hmph, this mass grave in Xinzheng won't miss another prince of Qin!"

……

In the city of Xinzheng, at Zilan Pavilion.

Purple smoke swirled in the private room on the top floor.

A cold-looking young man with snow-white hair and wearing a black robe stood with his hand on his sword, looking down through the window at the bustling yet decaying street below.

The sword intent emanating from him was so cold it seemed to freeze the air.

Behind him, a woman in a purple strapless dress with a slender waist was kneeling gracefully beside the table, her fingertips lightly plucking the strings of a zither, producing ethereal notes.

"The second prince of Qin has entered Han. Wei Zhuang, what do you think?" Zi Nu stopped what she was doing, raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and looked at the figure by the window.

"Is this Second Young Master Ying Chen really as the rumors suggest?"

"Rumors are often lies woven by the victors, or comfort sought by the weak." Wei Zhuang turned around, a sharp glint in his eyes. "A person who can live so comfortably in Lü Buwei's shadow and enjoy Ying Zheng's deep trust can't possibly be a simple lecher. The waters of Xinzheng were already murky enough, and now another dragon has crossed the river. Interesting..."

"It seems we should also prepare a 'generous gift' to welcome this distinguished guest." Zi Nu took a sip of wine, a mysterious smile curving her lips.

……

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang, the Prime Minister's Residence.

Lu Buwei stood with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, watching the koi carp fighting for food in the pond, his face terribly gloomy.

A dark figure appeared silently behind him and knelt on one knee.

"Prime Minister, the Second Prince Ying Chen has arrived in Wusui. At the city gate, he confronted the commander-in-chief Wang Yi in public and dispatched five hundred iron cavalry to accompany him. It is reported that Meng Tian has no objection to this, and even seems to be leaning towards the Second Prince."

"That old stubborn Wang Yi is getting old after all." Lü Buwei sneered, his voice tinged with coldness. "I originally wanted to use Wang Yi to test Ying Chen's bottom line, but I didn't expect him to be so direct, using royal power to suppress people. This kid is even more domineering than Ying Zheng."

"Prime Minister, should we...?" The shadowy figure made a throat-slitting gesture.

Lu Buwei remained silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head.

"Now is not the time to kill him. Ying Chen's entry into Han must be backed by Ying Zheng. I want to see what he's really up to."

Lu Buwei turned around, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Go, inform Hei Bai Xuan Jian. Tell him to go to Korea. Tell him that I don't need Ying Chen's life, but I need to know just how fast this Second Young Master's sword is! If possible... cripple him and let him stay in that gentle land of Korea forever."

"Yes!" The dark figure vanished into the shadows in an instant.

……

Several days later, on the official road on the border between Han and Qin.

Ying Chen's convoy moved slowly.

The afternoon sun was a bit scorching. Beside the official road was a simple little wine stall with a few worn-out tables and chairs and a banner with the character "wine" fluttering in the wind.

"Stop for a moment, I'm thirsty," Ying Chen's voice came from inside the carriage.

The five hundred iron cavalrymen stopped instantly, their synchronized movements producing a muffled roar that startled the birds in the forest into scattering in all directions.

Ying Chen stepped out of the carriage with Jing Ni's help, followed closely by Yan Fei.

As soon as Ying Chen sat down at a shady table and chairs, he heard a commotion coming from the next table.

"Old man, this piece of jade of mine is a top-quality Hetian jade, priceless. Exchanging it for these three jars of your aged wine, you definitely won't lose out!"

The speaker was a young man.

He was dressed in a slightly disheveled purple robe, with a large gourd of wine hanging from his waist. He was handsome, with a free and unrestrained talent between his brows, but at this moment he looked somewhat down on his luck. He was grabbing the boss's arm and sincerely trying to sell the jade pendant in his hand.

The wine stall owner was an honest, simple farmer who had never seen anything like this before. He said with a pained expression, "Young master, this is just a small business of mine. Your jade pendant is useless to me. If you don't have money, this bowl of wine is on me, but these three jars of wine... I still need them to support my family."

"Oh, old man, you don't understand. A thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend. Your wine is lucky to have met me!" the young man persisted.

Ying Chen watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Jingni, look at that person, doesn't he look like a swindler?" Ying Chen pointed at the young man and asked with a smile.

Jing Ni examined him carefully and shook her head: "Your Highness, although this man appears destitute, his breathing is deep and controlled, indicating he is no ordinary person. Moreover, his jade... is indeed genuine."

Yan Fei sat to the side, her light blue eyes also falling on the young man, her brows furrowing slightly: "Those are the markings of the Korean royal family. Is this person a member of the Korean royal family?"

Ying Chen laughed heartily, stood up, walked to the young man's table, casually took out a heavy gold ingot from his pocket, and slapped it on the table.

"Old man, isn't this gold enough to buy all the wine you have here?"

The liquor stall owner's eyes lit up when he saw the gold, and he nodded hurriedly, "That's enough! Thank you so much, sir! Thank you so much, sir!"

The young man froze, then turned to look at Ying Chen. When he saw the five hundred iron cavalrymen lined up behind Ying Chen, exuding a murderous aura, a strange light flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by a smile.

"Brother, what a grand display!" The young man cupped his hands in greeting to Ying Chen, but his eyes lingered on Jing Ni and Yan Fei behind Ying Chen before he exclaimed in amazement, "Tsk tsk, fine carriages and beautiful women, swords and horses. Brother, your procession is truly the envy of all."

Ying Chen sat down on his own, picked up a jar of wine, broke the mud seal, took a big gulp, and then handed the jar to the young man.

"The wine is fine, but it's a pity the person who pawned it seems to have fallen on hard times. The dignified Ninth Prince of Han, Han Fei, has actually reduced himself to pawning his jade pendant for wine. If this gets back to Xinzheng, I'm afraid it won't look good on the King of Han."