The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

During the Spring Festival, Ying Ji was so busy that she barely had time to breathe. She could be considered Ying Zheng's spokesperson, spending her days comforting military families, resolving conflicts between different departments of the Imperial Academy, and keeping an eye on the spies from the five kingdoms.

Not to mention that Zhao Di has just been captured, and proper resettlement work is needed so as not to affect subsequent operations.

The number of memorials he submitted daily was almost on par with that of Qin Shi Huang.

The love potion, which had been ignored for so long, took effect on an ordinary night.

Ying Ji felt a terrible headache coming on, and even more overwhelming was her longing for Ruoshui.

Without needing anyone to remind her, Ying Ji realized something was wrong.

If you carefully calculate the frequency of your longing for Ruoshui, the last time was six days ago, and the day before that was seven days ago. Before that, you could only meet her in your dreams.

Ying Ji couldn't think of anything else at this moment; only one thing was on her mind.

Following my memory, I went to Ruoshui's side hall. Although it was a side hall, Zhang Liang had given it the same level of grandeur as a concubine's hall.

Ying Ji dismissed the eunuchs and slipped inside herself.

The icy body temperature made Ruoshui, who was fast asleep, shiver.

Staring coldly at Ruoshui, Yingji wondered how she had lost her memory, but she had no clue what to do. The only clue was the person in her arms.

Ruoshui, still half asleep, sensed someone beside her and suddenly opened her eyes to find it was Ying Ji.

First, he calculated the days in his mind. It wasn't time for the love potion to take effect yet, so he breathed a sigh of relief and pressed his warm cheek against hers: "Princess, you haven't come to see me for quite some time. I told you not to go near the harem before, but now I can't go out to see you."

Ying Ji remained calm, kissed his fair forehead, her lips were icy cold, making the man's hair stand on end: "I've been working too long lately, so in the next few days, after the New Year, I'll put aside my work and take you out to play."

Upon hearing this, Ruoshui was no longer sleepy and began to recount the fun places she had visited, wanting to share them with Yingji.

But the woman was so tired that she fell asleep while rambling on and on.

Waking up refreshed, Ying Ji held Ruoshui in her arms and pondered what had happened to her.

Ruoshui looked like a cat whose soul had been sucked away, her face filled with utter despair.

After all, Ying Ji wouldn't let go, holding the person and sniffing them all over, finally resting her face on his shoulder and comfortably squinting her eyes.

Ruoshui muttered softly, "Princess, aren't we going out today?"

Ying Ji's mind went completely blank with comfort: "I won't go for now. Didn't I say yesterday that I hadn't spent enough time with you? I'll spend time with you alone today."

Ruoshui's expression was quite subtle, and she obediently agreed.

"Will the princess listen to me play the zither today?"

Ying Ji waved her hand: "Either is fine."

Ruoshui's zither skills are indeed unique, but unfortunately Yingji doesn't understand the artistic conception and can only use a template to praise her.

Ying Ji did indeed feel extremely comfortable in Ruoshui's presence, but it was precisely because of this excessive comfort that aroused suspicion.

A lover I haven't seen for over a decade, and the last time we met was when I was a child, I have indeed forgotten a lot, but I shouldn't be so easily swayed by my emotions.

Was yesterday's headache caused by the two of you not being in contact for a long time? Or was it because you weren't together?

Ying Ji didn't stare at Ruoshui. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep while listening to the music, pondering the key points in her mind.

While multitasking, Ruoshui was also inquiring about the disaster: "Did the love potion relapse yesterday? Let me check."

The calamity, its little tail twitching, frantically clicked on the void before finally replying: "[No, it's only time today. What's wrong, host?]"

Ruoshui was taken aback: "It's nothing. It's just that they came suddenly yesterday, and given their behavior this morning, they must have sensed something."

The calamity emerged from the void, crawling along the strings of the zither to Ying Ji's side to observe. It bumped head-on into Ying Ji, who suddenly opened her eyes, startling the calamity so much that it quickly ran back to Ruoshui: "Host, this woman is terrifying! I feel like she's going to boil me into snake soup."

Ruoshui secretly poked the little good-for-nothing with her index finger. Despite choosing a skin that was supposed to be terrifying, he was incredibly timid.

She can't see you, why are you so scared?

The disaster formed a circle, refusing to emerge: "But I'm so scared... if... if I get captured again, I'll be useless."

Helpless, Ruoshui used her sea of ​​consciousness to envelop the disaster, allowing the trembling snakes to quietly hibernate.

Ying Ji was unaware of this, and when she saw Ruoshui stop playing the zither, she looked over with some questions.

Ruoshui put down her zither, sat in a corner of the chaise lounge, found an empty spot, and nestled down there herself: "Princess, do you think we can have our own child?"

Ying Ji hugged him and skillfully coaxed him, "There will definitely be children, you like them, right?"

Ruoshui gently twirled the woman's hair with her fingertips, smiling sweetly, "I only like your child."

Yingji hugged him and kissed his pink lips: "Yes, I like it too, but not for a while. You'll have to bear with it."

The woman playfully pinched Ruoshuo's chin, and instantly a fresh tomato appeared in her hand.

Ruoshui, with her head held high, looked alluring, as if she were ready to be picked.

Ying Ji then spent some time mingling with people.

The midday sun shone brightly, dispelling some of the chill. Ying Ji, toying with the man's hands, asked, "Have you ever considered entering officialdom?"

Ruoshui's eyes widened: "Me? I can't do it, I've never studied seriously."

Ying Ji hugged him even tighter: "If you want to learn, then go ahead. But remember, what you learn is what no one can take away from you. Spending all day in the palace is boring. You can go out and explore with the two concubines."

If you truly dislike officialdom, you could visit the Imperial Academy's Qin (a type of zither) department, find a few close friends, and if you enjoy playing the qin (a seven-stringed zither), you could give it a try.

Ruoshui's face lit up with interest: "Then I'll go and play the zither for others. Won't that cause any gossip? I don't want to put you in a difficult position."

Ying Ji said nonchalantly, "I am not a man who likes to keep outstanding women in my backyard. If you like it, go ahead and do it. I will take care of you. If it still causes controversy, it is only because I am not capable enough. What does it have to do with you?"

Zhang Liang and Chang Chuan were also officials in the imperial court; as long as they were capable enough, these were minor issues.

Ruoshui nodded and asked shyly, "Then may I invite Brother Gao to the palace?"

Ying Ji took out a palace token from her side: "If you want to make an appointment, just call the person in. If you're bored in the palace, go for a walk outside. Wuyuefang, Longmen Inn, and Yuyexuan are all owned by our family. If you want to buy something, just take it."

Don't be afraid that anyone will make things difficult for you. Do whatever you want; I'll be there to support you.

A flicker of memory crossed Ruoshui's eyes, and she nearly broke down, but she quickly lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, as fragile as a flower in the wind.

Ying Ji wiped away the man's tears and pinched his cheeks with amusement: "I've never seen a man cry as much as you."

Ruoshui was annoyed and turned away from everyone, but her blushing ears still pleased Yingji.

The apology came out fluently, which puzzled even Ying Ji herself, as if she had practiced it hundreds or thousands of times.

Thinking about who else she could apologize to, she realized that only her two concubines remained.

[It seems I doted on my two concubines before I lost my memory. In that case, I'll take this opportunity to test them.]

News of Zhang Liang spending a day in the side hall quickly reached his ears.

The mood I was in while brewing tea changed.

Bai Changchuan, still with his military treatise in hand, said, "This has already been tested, so why are your emotions still fluctuating so much?"

Zhang Liang put down his cup: "Indeed, I cannot compare to Brother Bai's composure. I suppose you are still too concerned about the princess's health."

Bai Changchuan frowned. No matter how he looked at the man, he was still unlikable. One sentence from him could make someone angry twice: "What, do you think I don't care?"

Zhang Liang shook his head: "I didn't say that."

Bai Changchuan was really annoyed by this, so he stood up and said, "Since you're worried, why not go and see for yourself instead of thinking about it too much? Want to come along?"

Zhang Liang stared at the cup, thinking: "Yes, why can't I just go and see for myself? What am I worried about?"

Seeing that Zhang Liang made no move, Bai Changchuan left on his own.

Bai Changchuan walked straight towards Ruoshui's side hall, leaving Zhang Liang to fight amongst himself.

Upon reaching the door, one hears the melodious sound of a zither, its imagery beautiful and moving. Only after the music stops does one praise, "If your music could linger for three days, it would truly be a masterpiece. I wonder what the title means?"

Upon seeing Bai Changchuan, Ruoshui first rose and bowed before smiling and revealing the title of the piece: 'The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate'.

Upon hearing the title of the piece, Bai Changchuan looked at Ruoshui with considerable interest, then praised her with a grin: "The title is wonderful! What do you think, Your Highness?"

Thank you for the support from 【History Kid】! 😂ヽ(°▽°)ノ? To be honest, writing six chapters a day is really tough, sob sob sob. I'll never dare to write six chapters a day without a draft again. I'll try my best to speed up the process and complete the detailed outline.