The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Ying Zheng looked at the woman speaking eloquently before him, a stranger, a complete stranger: "Is this your true self?"

Ying Ji was taken aback: "What do you mean by 'true self'? I've always been like this. To put your mind at ease, I've never used my family's influence."

"I wouldn't have intervened if the matter hadn't been so serious."

Ying Zheng's face remained expressionless as he spoke indifferently, "Why do you want me to feel at ease? Do you think Cheng Jiao will become an obstacle to my progress? Or do you think I would be brought down by someone for the sake of a mere younger brother and 50,000 soldiers?"

Ying Ji sighed, her gaze distant: "Even though they are not blood brothers, they are still related. If you kill your own brother, A Zheng, how can you still achieve your ambition of hegemony?"

The tenderness and affection in the woman's eyes caught Ying Zheng off guard, causing him to feel a sudden pang of sadness and numbness in his heart.

Ying Ji did not hear a reply. She got up and walked behind Ying Zheng, gently hugging him from behind and leaning against the boy's broad back, bringing him a touch of warmth.

Caught off guard, Ying Zheng was suddenly embraced tightly. He had been arrogant since childhood, and his mother had never hugged him like this before. Even as he grew up, no one dared to hug him like this. Now, suddenly feeling the warmth of the woman's body, it felt as if his heart had been scalded.

Somewhat awkwardly, she broke free, sat down to the side, and pushed away the delicate hand that was trying to take advantage of her.

Yingji looked at the somewhat flustered and evasive person, her eyes filled with laughter: "Why is Azheng acting so awkward? Your older sister just wants to comfort you."

Ying Zheng sat upright, his face completely unmoved, as if he hadn't been the one who had panicked just now: "Eldest sister was afraid I would kill my brother, so she was prepared to do it herself? To kill one brother for the sake of another?"

Ying Ji's smile vanished, replaced by a pain and struggle in her eyes that was palpable even to an observer: "If I have failed Qin, I should be killed."

Ying Zheng seemed to be meeting Ying Ji for the first time. Her bright and dignified face, her resolute and courageous nature, her mysterious background, and the gentle tone in which she always called him "A-Zheng, A-Zheng" for some reason made him feel somewhat at a loss.

He didn't want to stay any longer, feeling that he was becoming very strange, so he asked Zhao Gao to arrange for carriages and horses to take him back to the palace.

As Ying Ji watched A Zheng's departing figure, she communicated with 618 in her heart.

[66, do you think Ah Zheng will believe it?]

618's entire slime body bristled: [Host, are you acting? It looks so realistic. I doubt the Qin Emperor who unified the six kingdoms would believe it, but a 20-year-old Qin Emperor would.]

[Really, Zheng?]

Yingji didn't know whether to ask 618 again or to ask herself again.

There was no other way; for the sake of the ultimate goal, we still had to maintain a good relationship with Qin Shi Huang. In addition, people in later generations had a very positive impression of Qin Shi Huang's unification of the six kingdoms, so it was impossible not to like him.

If I can gain A-Zheng's trust, future tasks will be much easier, and I can take full advantage of the system's resources to complete the unification of the six kingdoms ahead of schedule. Maybe I can even invade Japan and America a thousand years earlier.

Xianyang Palace

Ying Zheng sat on the square table and chairs sent by Ying Ji. Because of these items, he was able to review memorials much faster today.

Knowing that Ying Zheng must be having trouble sleeping because he spends all day reviewing memorials, they sent him the newly made rocking chair as well.

The first time Ying Zheng tried the rocking chair, he was startled and jumped up as soon as he sat down: "This chair is so strange, how can I sit on it?"

Li Yuange bowed respectfully, “Princess Wang has said that as long as you relax your mind and body, you can fall asleep by rocking, which has a miraculous effect on insomnia.”

Ying Zheng's expression remained unchanged. "Go back and tell them that I thank my elder sister for her concern."

"promise"

As soon as Li Yuange took his leave, he summoned Zhao Gao: "Go and find out who spread the news that I am suffering from insomnia."

Zhao Gao was astonished. The Xianyang Palace had already been thoroughly investigated by the king, yet someone had still managed to infiltrate it: "As you command."

Looking at the slightly swaying recliner, Ying Zheng lay down on it with a flourish. "Elder sister, is that really what you think? Or is there something else?"

It must be said that rocking in a rocking chair is indeed comfortable. Ying Zheng got a good night's sleep after a long time and got up to start his day's work.

When Zhao Ji of Ganquan Palace received the news, she curled her lip and said, "This madman knows how to win people over. He failed this time, so he's back again. It's just some trinkets made by lowly commoners, but he's eager to take them all."

Miao Du put his arm around Zhao Ji's waist and said, "It's these little things that make people worry. Why don't you go and take a look at them, my darling?"

Zhao Ji just wanted to lie in her lover's arms, thinking of the two children hidden in the Zheng Palace, and looked at the man with seductive eyes: "You're so naughty, making me see my ex-husband's children at a time like this."

Miao Du's eyes were indifferent, but his face was burning with desire. He pressed down on Zhao Ji, loosened the curtains, and satisfied the wanton woman beneath him.

Afterwards, out of kindness, Zhao Ji was coaxed into delivering pastries, where she saw Ying Zheng reviewing memorials.

Zhao Ji put on a gentle, graceful smile: "Zheng'er, look how late it is, why aren't you resting?"

Ying Zheng looked at his mother, who had come to visit him with a stack of pastries, put down the memorial in his hand, and smiled: "Mother, you didn't even say a word. I should have gone to greet you."

Zhao Ji touched Ying Zheng's face: "I know you don't eat properly, and I won't feel at ease unless I watch you eat something."

Ying Zheng had no choice but to leave the table and sit down to eat with Zhao Ji.

Seeing the table to the side, Zhao Ji asked casually, "Did Ying Ji send these over?"

Ying Zheng nodded: "It's convenient enough, so I'll keep it."

Zhao Ji's smile deepened: "It's just simple wood. I had this lowly servant make it for you in two days and then sent it over. I wonder what his intentions were."

"If you like, tomorrow your mother will make you a set of these using camphor wood, which is good for your concentration and will make studying easier."

Ying Zheng didn't think much of it and accepted his mother's affection. The mother and son chatted and laughed for half an hour before leaving leisurely. Before leaving, Zhao Ji couldn't help but urge Ying Zheng to rest more.

After seeing Zhao Ji off, Ying Zheng looked at the table that Ying Ji had brought and suddenly felt that nothing about it was right. Zhao Gao hurriedly replaced it with the original low table. However, he was used to the body of the table, and after using the low table for an hour, his legs went numb and he felt uncomfortable all over.

But I didn't want to use the table, so I simply went to bed early.

On Ying Ji's side, Li Yuange relayed the news that the King of Qin had abandoned the table.

There was no time to think about the implications behind it all. He figured that Ying Zheng probably didn't find it useful, so he could only let it be for now.

Ying Ji was indeed too lazy to think too much. Now, looking at the message sent by Yuan Tiangang, she was at her wit's end.

Cheng Jiao has rebelled in Tunliu and can be beheaded at any time.

Looking at the homing pigeon with its head tilted and cooing in front of her, Ying Ji asked Yuan Ge to feed it some millet. The little guy was starving and ate the whole handful of millet, and was still begging for more.

As Ying Ji looked at the distressing letter, she stroked the pigeons and thought: "I seem to remember that Cheng Jiao rebelled in Tunliu and eventually committed suicide. Is this the butterfly effect, and the only option is beheading?"

How can anyone give this order? Am I supposed to kill someone?!