I am not a seventh-generation descendant of Lord Wu'an from the Qin Dynasty.

Yongcheng, the old capital of Qin.

Upon hearing the news that Bai Qi intended to assassinate him, King Zheng of Qin's expression turned gloomy, and a low-pressure atmosphere permeated his entire being.

Xiong Fengli's heart trembled slightly. She timidly stepped forward and tugged at his little finger.

"Bai Qizi is about to enter Yongcheng. Should we wait a bit longer? Or at least try to appease him?"

King Zheng of Qin opened his mouth, but the words that came out were, "The plan remains unchanged."

"The royal entourage will continue to Liyang, and after paying homage to Duke Xian, they will return to Xianyang to pay homage to Duke Xiao, Lord Wu'an, and also to the tomb of Lord Shang!"

Xiong Fengli's eyes flickered, but she didn't speak. With her keen senses, she realized that King Qin Zheng wasn't talking to her, but to herself.

"These ancestors all made great contributions to Qin, and we have no right to judge their merits and demerits."

"But ultimately, the dead should be respected, so it is still appropriate to offer a little respect and prayers."

Xiong Fengli nodded silently, resting her cheek on his shoulder, her voice gentle.

"Okay, whatever you say!"

Unexpectedly, King Zheng of Qin stood up abruptly, grabbed her hand, and pulled her away, saying, "Let's go now!"

Xiong Fengli reached out and touched her stomach, her face slightly pale. "So soon?"

Seeing his furrowed brow, he immediately said considerately, "Alright, I'll arrange the carriages right away."

But as soon as Xiong Fengli stepped out of the palace, she turned and gazed at King Qin Zheng, whose room was bathed in a mixture of light and shadow.

A moment later, his gaze shifted towards the direction of Ganquan Palace in Yongcheng, and a silent sneer appeared on his lips.

"The Empress Dowager of Qin is so comfortable!"

She clasped her hands together on her still-flat belly and murmured to herself, "You must grow up quickly, because your mother will have to rely on you for the rest of her life."

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"Cen Ji, tell me quickly, did you nine really escape unscathed from nearly a hundred Mo Nong assassins?"

"That's more than that!" Cen Ji stomped one foot on the table, saliva flying from his mouth.

"At that moment, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of burly men wielding crossbows suddenly sprang out of the forest and surrounded us completely."

"All I saw was Bai Qizi drawing his bow and shooting seven arrows in quick succession with his left hand, followed by another seven arrows with his right hand, without even looking at the arrows."

"Shield in hand, spear raised, pointing forward, 'Follow me into battle...'"

Seeing Cen Ji chatting away, someone leaned over to Zhang Han and casually asked a question.

"Hey, Zhang Han, where did Bai Qizi go?"

Zhang Han laughed and said, "The king summoned me. As soon as I entered the city gate, I was called away by a little palace maid."

"The King has summoned us?" The new recruits from Shanglin Garden who heard this all looked puzzled.

"Your Majesty, didn't we set off for Liyang to pay homage to Duke Xian a day earlier?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he slapped his foul mouth and hurriedly tried to cover it up, saying, "Perhaps the king had already issued an edict, giving something to Bai Qizi."

He chuckled dryly a few times, and when he realized no one was listening to him, he turned and hid to the side.

We're all future recruits at Shanglin Garden, so I doubt anyone would tattle on us to Bai Qizi.

At that very moment, at the center of everyone's discussion, Bai Qi looked at the old royal palace that was gradually being built into the distance on both sides, and he understood everything in his heart.

At this point in time, besides the utterly foolish and lustful Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, no one else would dare to trick him into entering the palace under the guise of a royal decree.

Sure enough, they hadn't walked for more than a quarter of an hour.

The plaque of Ganquan Palace in Yongcheng is already visible in the distance.

Bai Qi sighed deeply, resignedly quickened his pace by three-tenths of an inch, making the short-legged palace maid next to him practically run until her feet were practically steaming.

Bai Qi pushed open the door and entered.

The young palace maid bowed gracefully to Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, who sat at the head of the table, and said, "Your Majesty, Young Master Bai is impatient, this servant..."

"Step down!"

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, dressed in a magnificent and solemn phoenix robe and wearing a heavy crown with white jade tassels hanging down on both sides, sat upright on the bronze throne at the end of the hall.

The bronze throne is of simple and ancient texture, with two dragons standing symmetrically on the left and right, just below the crown on the head of Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, signifying the empress dowager's supreme status.

At this moment, Empress Dowager Zhao Ji's jade-like face was flushed, her face was lightly powdered, and her cherry lips were naturally crimson without any rouge.

As Bai Qi strode towards her, her eyes welled up with tears, her body burned, and her throat felt dry.

"Um, Bai Qizi, I have something to ask you... Hey, don't take off your clothes!"

Compared to Xianyang, the Ganquan Palace in Yongcheng was noticeably more spacious and less girlishly cozy, but it exuded an unparalleled majesty as the Empress Dowager of Qin.

Bai Qi, covered in dust and exhausted, had no time to play romantic games with Zhao Ji.

He went straight to the point. The hall was long, and before he had walked halfway through, he was completely undressed.

"Have someone clean the armor and repair any damage. The weapons are outside the palace gate."

Bai Qi's voice was hoarse, carrying the weariness and dust of the journey, as he naturally gave the order.

"It's fixed, but we still need to return it to its owner."

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji opened her mouth, "I have important business to attend to... Waaah, it stinks~"

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji originally wanted to refuse sternly, but after glancing at the gloomy look between Bai Qi's brows, she lost the will to speak again for some reason.

"He just lost an elder, and he's feeling grief-stricken and irritable. It's best not to question him."

Bai Qi merely moistened it slightly, then with a wave of his hand, he flipped Empress Dowager Zhao Ji onto the bronze throne.

You know what, given his outfit and the location, it's hard for him not to be energetic.

That's the good thing about the 33-year-old beautiful empress dowager; she knows it's time to change positions just by patting her bottom.

Having been a dancer in the Zhao state, she was extremely adept at reading people's expressions. At the first glance of a man's gloomy brows, she immediately knew how to be considerate and submissive, letting him do as he pleased.

The Empress Dowager Thirty's tender tolerance softened the impetuousness and sharp edges of the sixteen-year-old boy.

Bai Qi was immediately captivated by it.

One hour later.

[Farming +3]

Empress Dowager Zhao glanced sideways at Bai Qi, who was lying on the throne, fast asleep, and gritted her teeth as she stood up.

She supported her aching waist with one hand, and fanned his face with the other in a huff.

"I really want to slap you to death, you little bastard! You stinking man, you stink, you rotten!"

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji licked her lips and called out loudly, "Someone come here!"

Hong'er, dressed in a red dress, and the petite palace maid from before emerged from both sides of the back of the hall.

"Clean, repair, and maintain Young Master Bai's armor, replace the damaged parts with new ones, and send it back to General Wang Ben at the Lishan camp."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Also, take him to wash him, use plenty of scented powder, wash him clean and bring him back. Remember, be gentle."

Hong'er and the petite palace maid exchanged a glance, pouted their lips, and bowed to apologize.

"Your Majesty, we maids can't lift it!"

"Can't you even ask for help if you can't lift it? You need someone to teach you this? I see you guys... ouch!"

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji's power was fleeting; she suddenly twisted her slender waist, which was now covered in new and old injuries.

She felt a sudden tingling and numbness, and cried out in pain, which made the two palace maids chuckle.

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, embarrassed and annoyed, flicked her sleeve, lifted her torn skirt, and left barefoot.

"Act immediately!"

Her son is the king, and she is the queen dowager of Qin, giving her the right to be infinitely willful.

The petite palace maid looked up at Hong'er, her face full of grievance, and said, "Sister Hong'er, what should we do?"

Hong'er looked up and shouted at the two twin sisters who had just reunited on the palace.

"You two, come down and help!"

As they were recounting amusing anecdotes from their separation, Zhuanpo and Miehun exchanged a glance, both showing a look of helplessness.

"They're both assassins!"

Half an hour later, Bai Qi suddenly woke up to a sound of something being fiddled with.

He had just opened his eyes when he saw Zhao Ji twirling a strand of hair around his nose with her fingertips.

Bai Qi tilted his head back and saw a scene of debauchery.

"No, why are you building a fruit swimming pool next to Ganquan Palace in Yongcheng?"

What is a nude swimming pool?

Bai Qi coughed lightly, then realized that it was an invention exclusive to Emperor Ling of Han, and the term didn't exist in this era.

"How long did I sleep?"

"It's been less than half an hour." Empress Dowager Zhao Ji had clearly forgotten about it immediately and considerately said, "If you're tired, you can rest a little longer."

She could tell that Bai Qi was truly exhausted, both physically and mentally; otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen into such a deep sleep so suddenly.

Bai Qi shook his head. "Where's my sword?"

Zhao Ji called softly, "Hong'er!"

A white carp leaped out of the pond, and soon after, it donned a gauze-like garment and walked out with light steps.

Bai Qi leaned gently against the soft, white pillow, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "What were you trying to ask just now?"

Zhao Ji gently smoothed his thick, shoulder-length black hair and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter now."

"Yes, what is it?"

"good!"

The two remained silent for a while, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

Not long after.

Hong'er's footsteps echoed as she handed over Lord Wu'an's longsword.

Bai Qi sat cross-legged, one hand gripping the sword hilt, the other pressing down on the scabbard, his breathing slow and deliberate.

However, it was only a brief moment.

With the pounding of his heart in his chest, his depleted energy began to recover at a visible speed.

It changes almost every breath.

In an instant, he transformed back into the towering white jade pillar and the sea-stretching purple-gold beam of the Great Qin Shanglin Garden.

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji's eyes lit up. "This is the Blood Nerve from the core of Lord Wu'an's legacy?"

"Legend has it that a supreme technique, involving killing and drinking blood, can preserve youth and boundless energy?!"

Bai Qi said irritably, "He's dead. His bones are still buried outside Xianyang City."