The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Upon hearing this, Ying Ji felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't help but call Ying Zheng to tell him what had happened.

After some discussion, they first arranged for Mr. Xu to be placed in a separate isolation cell, and sent all the seeds he carried to farmers and doctors for research.

Following in the footsteps of Elder Xu over the past five years, let the Bad Guys investigate.

The results matched up, and following this route, they discovered nearly tens of thousands of flowering plants, many of which were being privately kept.

Pull them all out.

Only in the Qin region, no poppies survive anywhere else; instead, the seeds are protected by a thin, stone-like membrane.

It seems that these seeds can sprout as long as something happens.

The same applies to the Zhao region. After it was completely incorporated into the Qin state, even the unsprouted seeds were protected by a thin film.

These strange seeds were thoroughly investigated.

Ying Ji made printing blocks of various forms of poppies and distributed them to various places. As long as poppy seeds were found and reported in time, the whole family would be awarded the title of "Cash Family", receive high-quality seeds and the latest farming tools, and the whole family could also go to Xianyang for the New Year, with all their food, clothing and accommodation provided.

Once this decree was issued, countless children's leisure time became spent turning over soil and searching for flower seeds. As long as the seeds were found to be poppies, they were immediately given high-quality seeds and honors.

You won't believe it until you look, and what you find is astonishing: tens of thousands of immature seeds have been collected from various counties.

Ying Ji watched the whole process, then threw the seeds into the tightly sealed stove built in the partition, burning them one by one.

Afterwards, criminals who had committed crimes in various places were put into prison vans and made to inhale large amounts of "divine powder" in public. It was truly terrifying to see the criminals banging their heads on the ground and crying and begging in their sickly state.

The on-site education not only allowed criminals to be punished in public, but also frightened the onlookers so much that they dared not touch poppies again.

This instilled fear in countless people of the bright red poppy flower, prompting them to report any similar blooms to the authorities—a form of early anti-drug common sense.

Even so, there are still many who have slipped through the net and are still at the higher levels. In order to bring these people out.

Yingji spent a lot of money to exchange for a testing instrument.

For all officials entering officialdom, a new rule was added: if even one member of their entire clan used the "divine elixir," they would all be dismissed from their posts.

Everyone had to be monitored once a day, and the numbers found on the first day were quite alarming to Ying Zheng.

Initially, only those who were already officials in the court were exempted from taking the "miracle drug." Those who were unknowingly given the drug were an exception, but everyone else was expelled from the army.

Furthermore, an additional rule was added to the imperial examination system: anyone who used "divine powder," incited others to use it, or secretly framed others for using it would be disqualified from taking the imperial examination.

These measures have successfully stabilized many people who were new to drug use. Those with very mild symptoms can rely on their willpower to quit for a month and are unlikely to relapse, but they must not touch drugs again.

By the time everything was resolved, Ying Ji was exhausted.

Tuanzi kept reporting to the main god, but it was to no avail. She only received compensation, which was a drug detector.

Although it was a bit stingy to only give one, it was better than nothing. The thugs were instructed to continue searching with equipment until there were no more poppies left.

Sinzheng, South Korea

The stunningly handsome man playing the zither smiled and asked, "Little Black, tell me, what year was this Ying Ji born?"

Seeing no response, he didn't care and continued playing the zither, as if he were talking to himself about what he had said before.

Korean Royal Palace Dungeon

In the dark and sunless dungeon, a man was imprisoned, his body bound by cold iron chains. The clanging of the chains echoed throughout the dungeon from time to time.

"Squeak~"

The cell door opened, and a beautiful figure appeared before the man.

Honglian slowly approached, but was scolded when she was less than three meters away.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

The man's voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been dry for years.

Honglian did not obey; she only paused slightly before continuing forward.

The candlestick in the girl's hand was extinguished by the chains that were being wildly waved.

The darkness before her made her stop in her tracks.

"Zhuang, are you alright?"

As she gradually became familiar with the darkness, Honglian's eyes reflected the image of the man in front of her.

His entire body was covered in blood, his exposed skin was covered in wounds, and his face was covered with a mask to prevent being bitten, revealing only a pair of slightly tired eyes.

"Why did you come here? This is not a place for you."

After getting used to the man for a while, Honglian continued to move forward until she could touch him with her hand, at which point she stopped.

"Zhuang, you killed the Grand General? Father is very angry."

Wei Zhuang did not answer the question, turning his face away from the hand that was about to touch him.

Honglian didn't care at all, and directly cupped the man's face with both hands, removing the mask.

Wei Zhuang chuckled: "Why did you come to find me? Just for an answer?"

A hint of confusion flashed in Honglian's eyes, but she quickly became resolute: "Tell me, why did you kill the Great General?"

Wei Zhuang scoffed: "Let me tell you, the truth might be something you can't accept, and besides, would you believe it?"

Honglian poked the man's forehead with her finger: "Just tell me, and I'll judge for myself whether I believe you or not."

Wei Zhuang looked up at the innocent, childlike face, about to say something.

My skin started to itch, as if countless worms were growing inside my body, trying to leave. The veins under my skin bulged out, which was terrifying.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wei Zhuang's forehead, and he hurriedly used his internal energy to suppress the endless nourishing energy. His body was clearly expressing endless pain, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, and the painful sound was suppressed in his throat, resulting in his eyes becoming bloodshot and bulging.

Seeing this, Honglian was not afraid. She held the antidote she had begged for in her hand, her eyes filled with endless struggle.

Wei Zhuang's pain lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before he could barely suppress the backlash. Looking at the woman opposite him, who seemed to be deep in thought, he didn't want her to see this scene.

"I didn't kill him. You've got your answer. Get out."

A sudden remark snapped Honglian out of her reverie.

She picked up a candlestick and lit it slowly and gracefully. A beam of light shone on the woman's beautiful face, and the tenderness in her eyes... and the hint of affection, made one feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Honglian responded hastily, her voice tinged with excitement: "It really wasn't you. Don't worry, I'll save you."

Wei Zhuang was speechless, truly not knowing what the other party was so happy about. Thinking that he had been tricked and didn't even know who was behind it, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

The angrier he became, the clearer his reason became. Looking at the woman in front of him, his tone was calm and domineering.

"Leave here, go to Qin and find Gai Nie, and tell him that I am here."

Wei Zhuang didn't like his senior brother. He was weak and easily bullied, and his heart was full of ridiculous emotions. If the poison hadn't been incurable, he wouldn't have informed him.

Honglian didn't speak, but opened a porcelain bottle and placed a pill with a crystal-clear luster to Wei Zhuang's lips.

"Eat it, you'll feel better."

The man's eyes were filled with a cold glint as he shifted his gaze to the pill at his lips, without opening his mouth.

Honglian panicked and forcefully pushed the pill into her lips.

Her lips, which had been tightly closed, parted slightly as she swallowed a pill of unknown medicinal effect.

Honglian's eyes were filled with surprise. She then made a gesture, and a group of black-clad, masked men who moved swiftly rescued Wei Zhuang.

They then tied up a man who looked exactly like them and quietly led the two away from the dungeon.

Wei Zhuang looked at the group of people with a furrowed brow. Then, looking in the direction of Hong Lian, he did not resist and was obediently led away.

Finally, they stopped at a secluded courtyard filled with wind chimes, where Wei Zhuang was surrounded by a group of people who helped him wash and groom himself.

He then quickly disappeared, leaving the man alone in a house.

Wei Zhuang suppressed his anger, not understanding what this woman was thinking.

As you get closer, you can smell a faint, familiar fragrance.

The unique flavor of red lotus.

Parting the string of beads in front of me, I was greeted by a scene so beautiful it took my breath away.

Her smooth, white back was covered only by long, dark hair that obediently clung to her body. The woman knelt naked on the bed.

Sensing the voice behind her, Honglian turned her head to look at the young man with short silver hair, his face reflected in her eyes.

Her red lips parted slightly: "You've come."

Wei Zhuang stopped a meter away, looking down into the girl's eyes.

Honglian turned around calmly, stood up and approached the man, placing her hands on his chest and pressing her ear to listen to his heartbeat.

"hug me."

Wei Zhuang made no move; the confusion in his eyes had solidified into a tangible expression.

Honglian didn't give him a chance to reply. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

Her lips, lacking moisture, were somewhat rough. The girl clumsily sucked, her small, soft tongue frantically trying to pry open the man's lips and teeth.

She let out a soft hum of dissatisfaction, and seeing that the other party did not move for a long time, she bit her lip in slight anger.

Wei Zhuang wasn't stupid; after this stimulation, what didn't he understand?

He wrapped one arm around the girl's slender waist and the other hand around her smooth, rounded shoulder, pressing her down onto the bed.

A night of madness... To be honest, Honglian underestimated her opponent, after all, her disheveled state was quite conspicuous.