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

This question is extremely direct, yet extremely delicate.

There were no questions, no threats, only a pitiful look, like a distressed girl pleading with a god.

When she asked that question, Yan Lingji's eyes were clear as water, and she did not use her most prized fire charm technique.

Fire Charm is a secret illusion technique passed down in the Baiyue region. It can penetrate the depths of a person's heart through eye contact, arousing their deepest desires, fears, or obsessions, thereby controlling their mind without them even realizing it.

With this extraordinary skill, Yan Lingji has manipulated countless self-proclaimed heroes and valiant warriors who considered themselves to be of unwavering will.

When facing men, using her fire charm technique has almost become an instinct for her.

But at this moment, facing Ying Chen, she forcefully suppressed this instinct.

It wasn't because she had just broken free of the ice and lacked the internal energy to use the Fire Charm Technique.

Rather, it's because she doesn't dare to use it.

Yan Lingji subconsciously wanted to use her Fire Charm Technique, but she had an extremely strong premonition that if she dared to show off her Fire Charm Technique in front of this man, she would definitely suffer the most terrifying backlash in an instant.

It's like trying to ignite a dormant volcano with a single, weak match.

The result will only be annihilation.

Therefore, she gave up all the fancy tricks, all the tests and seduction.

She was just a weak woman who had lost all her support and whose life and death were in the hands of others. With the purest and most genuine attitude, she asked the question that she cared about most.

"Can you let me leave?"

These words fell in the silent courtyard, as if even the wind had stopped blowing.

Ying Chen gazed quietly at the breathtakingly beautiful woman before him.

A hint of admiration flashed in his deep eyes.

He could naturally see through Yan Lingji's current mental state.

Yan Lingji knows how to sheathe her claws in the face of absolute power and knows how to assess the situation, which is good.

If she had really been reckless enough to try and use her Fire Charm on him, Ying Chen wouldn't mind teaching her a lesson.

But since she was so obedient, Ying Chen naturally wouldn't hold back his gentleness.

"leave?"

Ying Chen pondered the two words for a moment, then leaned down slightly, closing the distance between himself and Yan Lingji.

The two were very close, and Yan Lingji could even feel the faint, cool aura emanating from Ying Chen, like that of a pine forest after a snowfall.

The scent wasn't unpleasant; on the contrary, it gave one a sense of reassurance, but Yan Lingji's body involuntarily tensed up.

Ying Chen reached out his right hand and gently pinched Yan Lingji's smooth, fair chin, forcing her to raise her head slightly and look directly into his eyes.

"It seems you haven't quite grasped your current situation."

Ying Chen looked at Yan Lingji's eyes, which were slightly widened due to nervousness, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. His voice was gentle, as if he were whispering to a lover, but the words he spoke were so cold that they chilled one to the bone.

"You are a gift that Ji Wuye gave me."

"Since it's a gift, from the moment I accept it, you belong to me."

Ying Chen gently touched Yan Ling Ji's skin with his fingertips. The cool touch made Yan Ling Ji's heart tremble involuntarily.

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Ying Chen released his grip, straightened up, and looked down at her.

So, the answer to your question is—no.

Ying Chen's answer was crisp and decisive, leaving no room for maneuver.

A hint of sadness flashed in Yan Lingji's eyes.

Although she had already guessed this would be the outcome, when she actually heard the other party's ruthless rejection, she couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

It was as if she had fallen from a cold cage into an even deeper, more inescapable abyss.

"Aren't you afraid of causing trouble by keeping me here? I am from Baiyue, and I am the king of Han. Neither of them will let me go." Yan Lingji tried to use external pressure to make Ying Chen change his mind.

"trouble?"

Ying Chen chuckled softly, as if he had heard a funny joke.

He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the half-moon that had reappeared in the sky.

"In this world of seven kingdoms, I am the only one who causes trouble for others; no one has ever been able to become my trouble."

"If anyone really causes trouble, I welcome them anytime. However, they had better be prepared to die. Until then, you'd better stay here and play your role as the 'gift'."

Yan Lingji fell into a long silence.

She gazed intently at the man before her, her eyes sparkling like autumn water.

Since resistance would only bring destruction, and since escape had become a pipe dream, the only thing she could do was to submit. At least, before finding a suitable opportunity to escape, she had to play the role of a "gift".

Yan Lingji took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Then, she leaned forward slightly, bringing her stunningly beautiful face close to Ying Chen's hand, which had just pinched her chin and still carried a slightly cool temperature.

Then, like a Persian cat that had been completely tamed and was trying to please its owner, it gently and affectionately rubbed its smooth and soft cheek against Ying Chen's palm.

Her movements were extremely gentle, with a deliberately humble posture. Her charming eyes were slightly lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, concealing all the sharpness, resentment, and a hint of deeply hidden cunning in her eyes.

At this moment, Yan Lingji shed her dangerous and deadly fiery exterior, revealing an extreme gentleness that evokes pity and tenderness.

Feeling the delicate touch and warmth from his palm, a playful glint flashed in the depths of Ying Chen's eyes.

He knew, of course, that it was all just a disguise by Yan Lingji.

This woman possesses the wildness and arrogance of the Baiyue people. She is a raging fire that could erupt at any moment. How could she possibly submit willingly and become a docile house cat just because of a few threats or a show of force?

Her current compliance and her current attempts to please are merely expedient measures, a protective layer she dons to survive in dire straits.

Given even the slightest chance, this suppressed flame will instantly erupt and flee at all costs.

However, Ying Chen didn't care.

So what if it's a pretense? So what if it's hypocrisy?

In the face of absolute power and absolute control, any pretense is nothing but a futile struggle.

Ying Chen's hand gently stroked Yan Lingji's smooth, long black hair, the movement slow and casual, a faint smile curving his lips, a cold laugh playing on his lips.

A person's true nature can become revealed through prolonged pretense.