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

Ji Wuye walked ahead, his sharp, vulture-like eyes casually sweeping over the two women behind Ying Chen.

Jing Ni wore a fitted light blue dress, exuding gentleness like water, while Yan Fei, even with her Golden Crow True Qi concealed, still possessed a noble, sacred, and unapproachable aura, like the bright moon emerging from one's bosom, making it impossible to look directly at her.

"Mo Ya's news was indeed true," Ji Wuye thought with a cold smile.

When Ying Chen went on his mission to Korea, he was not accompanied by a eloquent strategist, but by two stunningly beautiful women.

"This boy is nothing to worry about, except for his lust." Ji Wuye made this judgment about Ying Chen in his heart, and the apprehension he had felt earlier dissipated.

……

Inside the main hall of the Korean royal palace.

The lights were on, and the aroma of wine and perfume mingled together, making people feel dizzy and lightheaded.

King Han sat on his high throne, his obese body almost filling the entire seat, a stiff and ingratiating smile on his face.

"The arrival of the Second Prince of Qin from afar is truly an honor for our Great Han. Guards, fill the Second Prince's cup!" King An of Han raised his wine cup, his voice trembling slightly.

Ying Chen sat casually at the head of the guest seats, reclining on a thick fox fur cushion in an extremely languid posture. Jing Ni served him attentively, while Yan Fei sat to the side, eating her own food without a care in the world.

"Second Young Master, is this wine... to your liking?" Han Wang An wasn't stupid; he could also see the subtle relationship between the three of them, and he asked tentatively.

Ying Chen took a sip, then casually tossed the wine glass onto the table with a crisp sound.

"The wine is so-so, but the atmosphere is really stifling." Ying Chen stretched, his gaze sweeping over Han Wang'an's old face with undisguised impatience. "King Han, I've heard that the women of Han are the best dancers in the world. Are you just going to make me sit here and listen to your empty pleasantries?"

King Han An's face stiffened, and he gave an awkward laugh: "Yes, yes, it was my oversight. Quickly, summon the dancers!"

With a series of clear bell sounds, a group of Korean women dressed in light gauze and with slender waists flew into the main hall like colorful butterflies.

They danced gracefully to the music, their clothes fluttering, revealing glimpses of spring.

Ying Chen squinted, seemingly immersed in the song and dance, and even gently patted Jing Ni's thigh to the rhythm.

Jing Ni remained calm and leaned closer to Ying Chen, while Yan Fei snorted coldly and simply closed her eyes, preferring not to see or hear anything.

Ji Wuye sat to the side, looking at Ying Chen's hopeless and incompetent appearance, and his contempt for him grew even stronger.

"Does this kind of scum even deserve to be a prince of Qin?" Ji Wuye poured himself a drink, already plotting how to take advantage of Ying Chen's lust to gain more benefits from Qin.

The palace banquet went on until late at night, and King Han An, unable to continue, left first.

Ji Wuye stood up and cupped his hands in greeting to Ying Chen: "Young Master, it is late. I have prepared a secluded villa in Xinzheng City called 'Lan Yue Pavilion'. The maids there have all been carefully selected and will surely satisfy you. Please follow me."

Ying Chen stood up and, with Jing Ni's help, took a few unsteady steps, but suddenly waved his hand.

"A separate courtyard? No, no, I'm not going."

Ying Chen let out a hiccup, his eyes filled with a hazy, drunken look, and pointed his finger in the direction of the brightest lights in Xinzheng City.

"When I entered the city just now, I heard that there's an elegant place in Xinzheng called Zilan Pavilion. They say the wine there is the finest, and the women the most beautiful. General, you can keep 'Lanyue Pavilion' for yourself; tonight… I'm going to Zilan Pavilion!"

"Young Master, Zilan Pavilion is a place of pleasure and debauchery, a mixed bag of people. It might be beneath your dignity," Ji Wuye advised.

"Identity?" Ying Chen laughed heartily and wrapped his arm around Jing Ni's slender waist.

"I'm just an ordinary man! Wherever it's beautiful or lively, that's where I'll go. What, General, in this Xinzheng city, don't I even have the freedom to go wherever I want?"

Ying Chen's voice suddenly rose, revealing a hint of domineering.

Ji Wuye's expression shifted between light and dark, and in the end, he could only force a smile: "Young Master is too kind. Since your interest remains undiminished, I will send someone to escort you there."

"No need,"

Ying Chen waved his hand and, along with Jing Ni and the frosty-faced Yan Fei, walked straight out of the palace.

……

Zilan Pavilion, in front of the gate.

Purple lanterns swayed in the wind, emitting a mesmerizing and alluring glow.

Even before entering, you can smell a refreshing orchid fragrance.

Ying Chen stood at the door, looking at the plaque with the three characters "Zilanxuan" written on it, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

"Jingni, do you think the wine here tastes better than the wine in the palace?"

Jingni said softly, "What young master likes is good taste."

Yan Fei, who was following behind, frowned deeply as she watched the women of the night coming and going.

"Are you planning to spend the night here?"

Ying Chen turned around, looked at Yan Fei who was clearly annoyed, and nodded without any hesitation, his tone matter-of-fact: "Of course. Didn't I just say that in this city of Xinzheng, only the wine here is the most fragrant, and the people are the most interesting? Since we're here, we should naturally stay in the best place."

As he spoke, he looked at Yan Fei with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "What? If Lord Dongjun feels that this place tarnishes your immortal aura, there's no need to make yourself suffer. The 'Moon-Gazing Pavilion' that General Ji prepared must have been cleaned spotless by now, and even has maids to warm your bed. If you're willing, I can send someone to take you there."

Yan Fei's breath hitched.

To the place arranged by Ji Wuye?

That villa was probably teeming with "Hundred Birds'" spies. She didn't want to live under someone else's surveillance.

Staying elsewhere wasn't very safe either, so Donghuang Taiyi's task for her was to follow Ying Chen.

After careful consideration, she decided that the brothel, Zilanxuan, was the best choice.

Immediately, she stepped ahead of Ying Chen, her long legs carrying her like a proud swan as she walked directly into the gate of Zi Lan Xuan.

Ying Chen looked at her slightly stiff yet still graceful back, shook his head and chuckled, reaching out to put his arm around Jing Ni's slender and soft waist beside him: "Let's go in. It seems that this Lord Dongjun is even more 'flexible' than I imagined."

Jingni nestled obediently in Ying Chen's arms, but her eyes remained wary as she scanned her surroundings.

As a former top-tier assassin, she could sense that there were many powerful auras hidden within the Purple Orchid Pavilion, especially the sword intent on the top floor that was as sharp as a blade.

The moment Ying Chen and his two companions stepped into the main hall of Zilan Pavilion, the previously noisy and bustling environment fell into an instantaneous silence.

Inside the hall, the guests who were clinking glasses and the jovial singers who were laughing and joking all subconsciously stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to the door.

Zilanxuan has been in business for so many years, what kind of wealthy customers haven't we seen?

Some came with a chest of gold to buy laughter, some came with a group of bodyguards to show off, and there were even princes and nobles traveling incognito.

But a handsome young master like today, with a stunningly beautiful woman on each side, capable of making the world tremble, visiting a brothel, is absolutely unprecedented!

"Hiss—whose young master is that? His style is a bit too intimidating."