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

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When she gets used to this obedience, when she gets used to living under his wing, when she finds that no matter how hard she struggles, she cannot escape his grasp, this mask of pretense will gradually grow on her face, seep into her bones and blood, and eventually become her true nature.

He had plenty of time and patience to slowly mold this wildfire into the shape he desired.

Just then, the tightly closed gate of Mingyue Xiaoyuan was gently pushed open from the outside.

The soft footsteps broke the quiet and ambiguous atmosphere in the courtyard.

Ying Chen did not turn around; his powerful senses had already detected the person who had arrived.

Jing Ni led Gongsun Li and slowly walked in from outside the door.

Jing Ni's eyes flickered with a hint of emotion as she watched this scene. Gongsun Li, who was behind Jing Ni, stopped in her tracks. Her clear and bright eyes widened slightly as she stared in surprise at the scene in the center of the courtyard.

Gongsun Li's breath hitched slightly.

This girl is absolutely stunning.

Gongsun Li considered herself to be naturally beautiful and outstanding in appearance, but the moment she saw the woman in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise and even a touch of amazement.

That woman's beauty was completely different from Gongsun Li's pure and refined beauty, which also carried a touch of heroic spirit.

She possesses a mature, alluring, and fatally seductive beauty.

Beneath the almost transparent black and red gauze dress, her snow-white skin was faintly visible, her slender waist was so delicate it could be grasped in one hand, and her alluring eyes seemed capable of stealing one's soul—all of which exuded an exotic charm and astonishing allure.

Hearing footsteps, Yan Lingji turned her head slightly, her gaze passing over Ying Chen's shoulder to look at Jing Ni and Gongsun Li who were walking in.

When her gaze fell on Gongsun Li, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

This seemingly pure and beautiful girl, despite possessing a considerable foundation of internal energy, had remarkably clear eyes, indicating that she had not experienced much darkness and bloodshed.

This man is surrounded by all sorts of people.

Ying Chen slowly withdrew his hand from stroking Yan Lingji's long hair, turned around, and calmly looked at Gongsun Li.

He neither explained Yan Lingji's identity nor tried to soothe the surprise in Gongsun Li's eyes.

"Jing Ni"

Ying Chen's voice rang out in the night.

"Young master."

"Tonight, you will share a room with Gongsun Li."

Although Mingyue Xiaoyuan is spacious and has many rooms, Ying Chen still does not intend to let Gongsun Li live alone.

Although this is a separate courtyard arranged by Ji Wuye, no one can guarantee absolute safety.

"it is good."

She turned her head to look at Gongsun Li beside her and said softly:

"Let's go."

"Um."

Gongsun Li nodded gently, her voice barely audible.

She gave Ying Chen one last deep look, then obediently followed Jing Ni towards the guest rooms on the west side of the courtyard.

The two figures quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor, leaving only two faint shadows stretched long in the moonlight.

The courtyard returned to its previous silence.

Only the occasional chirping of insects serves as a reminder of the passage of time.

Ying Chen withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to Yan Lingji beside him.

At this moment, Yan Lingji maintained her docile posture, standing quietly in place, as if waiting for her master's next instruction.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of Ying Chen's mouth.

He didn't say anything more, but instead stretched out his strong right arm and grabbed Yan Lingji's slender waist.

"what……"

Yan Lingji was clearly not expected that Ying Chen would suddenly make such an intimate move, and she couldn't help but let out a very slight gasp.

Her body stiffened instinctively the moment Ying Chen touched her.

However, this stiffness lasted for less than half a breath before she managed to suppress it.

She forced herself to relax, letting Ying Chen's domineering strength pull her into a broad and warm embrace.

Ying Chen's chest was very strong, and even through the thin fabric, Yan Ling Ji could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

She was held tightly in Ying Chen's arms, the two of them so close that they could even feel each other's breath.

Ying Chen lowered his head and looked at the breathtakingly beautiful woman in his arms.

He could feel the softness of Yan Lingji's body and sense the tension hidden beneath her gentle exterior.

"Since it's a gift, it should be treated as such."

Ying Chen's voice whispered in Yan Lingji's ear, carrying an irresistible magnetism.

After saying that, he didn't give Yan Lingji any time to react. He put his arm around her waist, half-embracing and half-carrying her, and turned to walk towards the most spacious and luxurious master bedroom in the center of the courtyard.

Yan Lingji was half-forced by Ying Chen to walk forward.

Her steps were somewhat unsteady, her bare feet treading on the cold bluestone slabs, yet she felt no chill whatsoever. All her senses were completely occupied by the powerful aura emanating from the man beside her.

Yan Lingji knew what fate awaited her tonight.

She was a gift that was given away, and now, the recipient is about to enjoy his spoils.

She could only silently tell herself that this was just a transaction, a compromise she had to make for survival.

As long as she lives, as long as she can retain that last shred of clarity in her heart, one day she will regain her freedom, go find her brother, and... save her master!

"Squeak—"

Ying Chen pushed open the carved wooden door to the master bedroom with one hand.

The room was dark, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering through the window to barely illuminate the furnishings.

Ying Chen embraced Yan Lingji and strode into the room.

With a soft "bang," the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them, completely shutting out the moonlight and breeze from the courtyard.

The room was enveloped in a suffocating silence and darkness.

Only the sound of their intertwined breaths echoed in the empty room, foreshadowing that this turbulent night had only just begun.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist over Xinzheng City, illuminating this ancient and prosperous capital.

Inside the Bright Moon Garden, on the canopy bed in the master bedroom, Ying Chen slowly opened his eyes.

In his arms, Yan Lingji curled up like a lazy cat, her stunningly beautiful face showing signs of fatigue and lingering blush, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were still asleep.

Ying Chen didn't wake her. He just smiled faintly, got up, put on a loose white robe, walked out of the courtyard and looked in the direction of the Han Palace. He had a passionate night yesterday, but some people were probably not having a good time.

Just as Ying Chen had predicted, the atmosphere inside the main hall of the Korean royal palace was so oppressive that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Yan Lingji was half-forced by Ying Chen to walk forward.

Her steps were somewhat unsteady, her bare feet treading on the cold bluestone slabs, yet she felt no chill whatsoever. All her senses were completely occupied by the powerful aura emanating from the man beside her.

Yan Lingji knew what fate awaited her tonight.

She was a gift that was given away, and now, the recipient is about to enjoy his spoils.

She could only silently tell herself that this was just a transaction, a compromise she had to make for survival.

As long as she lives, as long as she can retain that last shred of clarity in her heart, one day she will regain her freedom, go find her brother, and... save her master!

"Squeak—"

Ying Chen pushed open the carved wooden door to the master bedroom with one hand.

The room was dark, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering through the window to barely illuminate the furnishings.

Ying Chen embraced Yan Lingji and strode into the room.

With a soft "bang," the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them, completely shutting out the moonlight and breeze from the courtyard.

The room was enveloped in a suffocating silence and darkness.

Only the sound of their intertwined breaths echoed in the empty room, foreshadowing that this turbulent night had only just begun.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist over Xinzheng City, illuminating this ancient and prosperous capital.

Inside the Bright Moon Garden, on the canopy bed in the master bedroom, Ying Chen slowly opened his eyes.

In his arms, Yan Lingji curled up like a lazy cat, her stunningly beautiful face showing signs of fatigue and lingering blush, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were still asleep.

Ying Chen didn't wake her. He just smiled faintly, got up, put on a loose white robe, walked out of the courtyard and looked in the direction of the Han Palace. He had a passionate night yesterday, but some people were probably not having a good time.

Just as Ying Chen had predicted, the atmosphere inside the main hall of the Korean royal palace was so oppressive that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Yan Lingji was half-forced by Ying Chen to walk forward.

Her steps were somewhat unsteady, her bare feet treading on the cold bluestone slabs, yet she felt no chill whatsoever. All her senses were completely occupied by the powerful aura emanating from the man beside her.

Yan Lingji knew what fate awaited her tonight.

She was a gift that was given away, and now, the recipient is about to enjoy his spoils.

She could only silently tell herself that this was just a transaction, a compromise she had to make for survival.

As long as she lives, as long as she can retain that last shred of clarity in her heart, one day she will regain her freedom, go find her brother, and... save her master!

"Squeak—"

Ying Chen pushed open the carved wooden door to the master bedroom with one hand.

The room was dark, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering through the window to barely illuminate the furnishings.

Ying Chen embraced Yan Lingji and strode into the room.

With a soft "bang," the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them, completely shutting out the moonlight and breeze from the courtyard.

The room was enveloped in a suffocating silence and darkness.

Only the sound of their intertwined breaths echoed in the empty room, foreshadowing that this turbulent night had only just begun.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist over Xinzheng City, illuminating this ancient and prosperous capital.

Inside the Bright Moon Garden, on the canopy bed in the master bedroom, Ying Chen slowly opened his eyes.

In his arms, Yan Lingji curled up like a lazy cat, her stunningly beautiful face showing signs of fatigue and lingering blush, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were still asleep.

Ying Chen didn't wake her. He just smiled faintly, got up, put on a loose white robe, walked out of the courtyard and looked in the direction of the Han Palace. He had a passionate night yesterday, but some people were probably not having a good time.

Just as Ying Chen had predicted, the atmosphere inside the main hall of the Korean royal palace was so oppressive that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

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After saying that, he didn't give Yan Lingji any time to react. He put his arm around her waist, half-embracing and half-carrying her, and turned to walk towards the most spacious and luxurious master bedroom in the center of the courtyard.

Yan Lingji was half-forced by Ying Chen to walk forward.

Her steps were somewhat unsteady, her bare feet treading on the cold bluestone slabs, yet she felt no chill whatsoever. All her senses were completely occupied by the powerful aura emanating from the man beside her.

Yan Lingji knew what fate awaited her tonight.

She was a gift that was given away, and now, the recipient is about to enjoy his spoils.

She could only silently tell herself that this was just a transaction, a compromise she had to make for survival.

As long as she lives, as long as she can retain that last shred of clarity in her heart, one day she will regain her freedom, go find her brother, and... save her master!

"Squeak—"

Ying Chen pushed open the carved wooden door to the master bedroom with one hand.

The room was dark, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering through the window to barely illuminate the furnishings.

Ying Chen embraced Yan Lingji and strode into the room.

With a soft "bang," the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them, completely shutting out the moonlight and breeze from the courtyard.

The room was enveloped in a suffocating silence and darkness.

Only the sound of their intertwined breaths echoed in the empty room, foreshadowing that this turbulent night had only just begun.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist over Xinzheng City, illuminating this ancient and prosperous capital.

Inside the Bright Moon Garden, on the canopy bed in the master bedroom, Ying Chen slowly opened his eyes.

In his arms, Yan Lingji curled up like a lazy cat, her stunningly beautiful face showing signs of fatigue and lingering blush, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were still asleep.

Ying Chen didn't wake her. He just smiled faintly, got up, put on a loose white robe, walked out of the courtyard and looked in the direction of the Han Palace. He had a passionate night yesterday, but some people were probably not having a good time.

Just as Ying Chen had predicted, the atmosphere inside the main hall of the Korean royal palace was so oppressive that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

Yan Lingji was half-forced by Ying Chen to walk forward.

Her steps were somewhat unsteady, her bare feet treading on the cold bluestone slabs, yet she felt no chill whatsoever. All her senses were completely occupied by the powerful aura emanating from the man beside her.

Yan Lingji knew what fate awaited her tonight.

She was a gift that was given away, and now, the recipient is about to enjoy his spoils.

She could only silently tell herself that this was just a transaction, a compromise she had to make for survival.

As long as she lives, as long as she can retain that last shred of clarity in her heart, one day she will regain her freedom, go find her brother, and... save her master!

"Squeak—"

Ying Chen pushed open the carved wooden door to the master bedroom with one hand.

The room was dark, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering through the window to barely illuminate the furnishings.

Ying Chen embraced Yan Lingji and strode into the room.

With a soft "bang," the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them, completely shutting out the moonlight and breeze from the courtyard.

The room was enveloped in a suffocating silence and darkness.

Only the sound of their intertwined breaths echoed in the empty room, foreshadowing that this turbulent night had only just begun.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist over Xinzheng City, illuminating this ancient and prosperous capital.

Inside the Bright Moon Garden, on the canopy bed in the master bedroom, Ying Chen slowly opened his eyes.

In his arms, Yan Lingji curled up like a lazy cat, her stunningly beautiful face showing signs of fatigue and lingering blush, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were still asleep.

Ying Chen didn't wake her. He just smiled faintly, got up, put on a loose white robe, walked out of the courtyard and looked in the direction of the Han Palace. He had a passionate night yesterday, but some people were probably not having a good time.

Just as Ying Chen had predicted, the atmosphere inside the main hall of the Korean royal palace was so oppressive that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

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Yan Lingji was half-forced by Ying Chen to walk forward.

Her steps were somewhat unsteady, her bare feet treading on the cold bluestone slabs, yet she felt no chill whatsoever. All her senses were completely occupied by the powerful aura emanating from the man beside her.

Yan Lingji knew what fate awaited her tonight.

She was a gift that was given away, and now, the recipient is about to enjoy his spoils.

She could only silently tell herself that this was just a transaction, a compromise she had to make for survival.

As long as she lives, as long as she can retain that last shred of clarity in her heart, one day she will regain her freedom, go find her brother, and... save her master!

"Squeak—"

Ying Chen pushed open the carved wooden door to the master bedroom with one hand.

The room was dark, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering through the window to barely illuminate the furnishings.

Ying Chen embraced Yan Lingji and strode into the room.

With a soft "bang," the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them, completely shutting out the moonlight and breeze from the courtyard.

The room was enveloped in a suffocating silence and darkness.

Only the sound of their intertwined breaths echoed in the empty room, foreshadowing that this turbulent night had only just begun.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist over Xinzheng City, illuminating this ancient and prosperous capital.

Inside the Bright Moon Garden, on the canopy bed in the master bedroom, Ying Chen slowly opened his eyes.

In his arms, Yan Lingji curled up like a lazy cat, her stunningly beautiful face showing signs of fatigue and lingering blush, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were still asleep.

Ying Chen didn't wake her. He just smiled faintly, got up, put on a loose white robe, walked out of the courtyard and looked in the direction of the Han Palace. He had a passionate night yesterday, but some people were probably not having a good time.

Just as Ying Chen had predicted, the atmosphere inside the main hall of the Korean royal palace was so oppressive that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

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Yan Lingji was half-forced by Ying Chen to walk forward.

Her steps were somewhat unsteady, her bare feet treading on the cold bluestone slabs, yet she felt no chill whatsoever. All her senses were completely occupied by the powerful aura emanating from the man beside her.

Yan Lingji knew what fate awaited her tonight.

She was a gift that was given away, and now, the recipient is about to enjoy his spoils.

She could only silently tell herself that this was just a transaction, a compromise she had to make for survival.

As long as she lives, as long as she can retain that last shred of clarity in her heart, one day she will regain her freedom, go find her brother, and... save her master!

"Squeak—"

Ying Chen pushed open the carved wooden door to the master bedroom with one hand.

The room was dark, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering through the window to barely illuminate the furnishings.

Ying Chen embraced Yan Lingji and strode into the room.

With a soft "bang," the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them, completely shutting out the moonlight and breeze from the courtyard.

The room was enveloped in a suffocating silence and darkness.

Only the sound of their intertwined breaths echoed in the empty room, foreshadowing that this turbulent night had only just begun.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist over Xinzheng City, illuminating this ancient and prosperous capital.

Inside the Bright Moon Garden, on the canopy bed in the master bedroom, Ying Chen slowly opened his eyes.

In his arms, Yan Lingji curled up like a lazy cat, her stunningly beautiful face showing signs of fatigue and lingering blush, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were still asleep.

Ying Chen didn't wake her. He just smiled faintly, got up, put on a loose white robe, walked out of the courtyard and looked in the direction of the Han Palace. He had a passionate night yesterday, but some people were probably not having a good time.

Just as Ying Chen had predicted, the atmosphere inside the main hall of the Korean royal palace was so oppressive that it seemed as if water could drip from it.