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

Under the cover of night, the streets of Xinzheng City were deserted, with only the occasional dull sound of a night watchman striking a bamboo clapper echoing through the empty alleys.

Ying Chen held Jing Ni's hand and walked under the cool moonlight. His pace was unhurried, as if the one-sided crushing defeat that had shaken the entire Korean court and country in the General's Mansion was nothing more than a trivial matter, like taking a walk after dinner.

Ying Chen stopped and his gaze fell on a quiet and elegant mansion not far ahead.

Above the gate of the mansion, four large characters are written in a vigorous and elegant style: Mingyue Xiaoyuan (Bright Moon Garden).

This is a private villa that Ji Wuye specially prepared for Ying Chen when he first arrived in Xinzheng, South Korea.

Ying Chen pushed open the gate of Mingyue Courtyard. Inside, there were artificial hills and flowing water, and swaying bamboos. Under the moonlight, it looked exceptionally serene, a world completely different from the bloodbath at the General's Mansion.

He had never lived there before, so now he could take a good look at it.

"Jingni, go to Zilan Pavilion and bring Gongsun Li here." Ying Chen walked to the stone table in the center of the courtyard and sat down, casually instructing her.

"Yes, Master." Jing Ni flashed and disappeared into the shadows of the courtyard, beginning to check the surrounding security.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the once quiet street outside Mingyue Garden was filled with the heavy, oppressive sound of carriage wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs.

The sound stopped at the back door of the courtyard.

Immediately following was a few very faint, even somewhat hesitant, knocks on the door.

Ying Chen waved his hand, and the back door opened, revealing a large, all-black carriage without any family crests parked outside.

The six strong horses pulling the carriage were snorting uneasily, as if sensing the cold aura emanating from the carriage.

Beside the carriage stood a dozen or so guards dressed in heavy black armor.

The head of the guards, seeing Ying Chen sitting alone under the moonlight, swallowed hard, suppressing his fear, and lowered his voice, speaking in an extremely respectful, even somewhat obsequious tone:

"My lord, the General has ordered us... to deliver the gifts the young master requested. May I ask where they should be placed?"

The commander of the personal guards' forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

The general's terrifying, almost manic expression when he gave the order, and the severed limbs scattered all over the hall, still haunted his mind.

Ying Chen pointed to an open space in the center of the courtyard.

The commander of the guards felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly waved his hand and directed his soldiers to carefully lift the heavy canvas on the carriage, revealing the huge ice prison that exuded a chilling aura.

It took more than a dozen strong men, using winches and pulleys, a great deal of effort, to unload the incredibly heavy ice prison from the carriage and place it steadily on the open ground.

"Sir...the goods have been delivered. We...we shall take our leave now."

After the ice prison was set up, the commander of the personal guards bowed deeply, not daring to raise his head, and stammered his resignation.

Ying Chen nodded slightly in response.

Having received approval, the guards fled as if their lives depended on it, driving the carriage away into the night at top speed.

The courtyard gate closed again, completely shutting out all the noise from the outside world.

The cool moonlight shone on the huge ice prison in the center of the courtyard, reflecting a mysterious blue light.

Inside the ice prison, Yan Lingji remained quietly in that position.

That stunningly beautiful and alluring face was unusually pale, and a hint of unease flashed in her bright eyes.

Now, she has fallen into this man's hands.

How will he treat himself?

Is it like Ji Wuye, who covets her own beauty and wants to turn herself into a canary for others to play with?

Or is it because of his identity as a remnant of the Baiyue people that they want to extract Tianze's whereabouts from him?

Or perhaps both?

Yan Lingji didn't know.

Ying Chen slowly stood up, and under the moonlight, walked step by step to the front of the ice prison.

His gaze pierced through the ice, calmly fixed on the stunningly beautiful prisoner inside. He said nothing, but slowly raised his right hand.

A palm falls

There was no deafening roar.

It lacked the violent, earth-shaking force.

"Click."

Only a faint, yet perfectly clear, cracking sound rang out in the silent courtyard.

The sound was like the first rays of spring sunshine melting the thin ice on a lake.

next second.

Under Yan Lingji's utterly shocked gaze, centered on the spot where Ying Chen's palms met, countless fine cracks, like a spider web, spread across the entire massive ice prison at an incredible speed.

Followed by.

There was no explosion, no flying ice blades.

That ancient, indestructible ice cage, weighing thousands of kilograms, was silently transformed into countless tiny ice powders under Ying Chen's palm strike!

Like sand sculptures scattered by the sea breeze on the beach, or snowflakes falling gently in winter.

The ice jelly refracted a mesmerizing light under the moonlight, scattering gently onto the bluestone slabs of the courtyard, as beautiful as a dreamlike illusion.

Yan Lingji, who was in the very center of the ice prison, was not harmed in the slightest by the falling ice powder!

Even her long, smooth hair wasn't scratched by the ice jelly.

Without the support of the ice prison, Yan Lingji's frozen body began to fall downwards under the influence of gravity.

But she was a trained fighter after all.

As her body plummeted, the long-suppressed fire-attribute true energy within her instantly flowed throughout her body, dispelling the stiffness and chill in her limbs and bones.

midair.

Yan Lingji's graceful figure resembled a light, fiery red petal, displaying an extremely beautiful and supple arc in the air.

Then, her fair, bare feet gently touched the cool bluestone slabs of the courtyard.

It made no sound, just like a nimble cat.

A gentle breeze stirred, causing her nearly transparent black gauze dress to flutter, outlining her perfect curves that could drive any man in the world mad. A few strands of black hair clung to her fair cheeks, adding to her pitiful yet alluring charm.

Upon regaining her freedom, Yan Lingji did not immediately make any defensive or escape attempts.

She stood quietly in place, no more than three feet away from Ying Chen.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes, as shimmering as autumn water, fixed on the white-clad man before her.

A faint chill and an indescribable tension permeated the air.

Yan Lingji's eyelashes trembled slightly, like two small fans. She blinked, and her lips, which had been slightly pale from the cold, had regained a touch of rosy color.

She looked at Ying Chen, her red lips slightly parted, and in an extremely soft and melodious voice that seemed to melt one's bones, she slowly asked:

"Can you... let me leave?"