The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Zhang Liang looked at Ying Ji, his eyes filled with endless laughter.

But he said, "Grand Preceptor, you are truly eloquent. Do you speak like this to everyone?"

Ying Ji brought her face close, so close that she could feel Zhang Liang's breath: "How do you know I'm eloquent? You've tried it."

Zhang Liang's gentlemanly demeanor was utterly shattered by this shameless woman: "Grand Preceptor, didn't you want some tea?"

Ying Ji pouted: "Your interruption was really awkward."

She very naturally placed her hand on the man's lean waist.

Unfortunately, it was soon pinched hard by someone using their thumb and forefinger.

A clear, gentle voice came from above: "Is the Grand Preceptor putting his hand in the wrong place?"

Ying Ji blew on her reddened hand and naturally placed it on the man's waist again, even rubbing it a couple of times. The feel of the hand was slightly different through several layers of clothing.

"This clothing is too thick; it doesn't feel quite right."

Zhang Liang could no longer suppress his smile, and this time he slapped the groping hand off his waist without any hesitation.

Although Ying Ji felt it was a pity, she didn't say anything.

Zhang Liang was truly impressed by the Grand Preceptor's shamelessness; it seemed he would have to overturn his previous plan.

If I gave her even the slightest reward, I'm afraid I'd be devoured whole.

Ying Ji sat beside Zhang Liang, inhaling the man's sweet fragrance.

To be honest, it's a bit perverted.

If Zhang Liang could materialize his anger, there would be at least three anger icons on his forehead.

Ying Ji said that she didn't want to be like this either. From losing her memory to returning to the modern world and back again, it has been almost two years since she last touched a man.

This beautiful woman is so tempting, it's not that she lacks willpower.

It's just that the other person's charm has increased exponentially after they matured.

This is absolutely intolerable.

Ying Ji's gaze traveled from Zhang Liang's hands as he brewed tea, up his arm, and up his body.

The exposed Adam's apple bobbed up and down, which was quite cute and made you want to take a bite to see what it tasted like.

Above that was her flawless face, and the lips she had just tasted.

The man's lips were soft and kissable; Ying Ji was already savoring the taste just now, even just looking at them.

Zhang Liang watched the face approaching, his breath ragged. He made an excuse to get the tea leaves and sat down opposite Ying Ji.

The disappointment in Ying Ji's eyes was glaringly obvious.

Zhang Liang didn't pamper her as much as before, and Ying Ji was a little unhappy.

He seemed a bit listless.

Zhang Liang hadn't expected that Ying Ji's emotions would change so quickly just from sitting down opposite him.

He subconsciously handed the warm teacup to her.

"The Imperial Advisor isn't here to ask for a cup of tea."

Ying Ji composed herself, and the blatant signal of her love vanished.

He took the teacup with one hand. It was a gift from her. It looked nice in real life, and he thought Zhang Liang would like it, so he kept several sets.

There is a fish swimming in the teacup, and it seems to come alive as the water ripples.

After a cup of tea, I cleared my mind of those lewd thoughts and got ready to get down to business.

Zhang Liang clearly sensed the drastic change in the other party's attitude, but he didn't know how to ease the tension. Seeing Ying Ji take the teacup and drink from it, he felt relieved.

It was clear that the other person was no longer looking at him, and the undisguised affection in their eyes had become clear. Logically, this should be a good thing, but he still felt a little awkward.

Seeing that he remained silent, Ying Ji took the initiative to ask, "Young Master Liang's father is the Prime Minister of Han. Do you know Princess Honglian?"

Zhang Liang's eyes flickered, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Zhang Liang has studied Confucianism since childhood and has not returned to Han for many years. He has met Princess Honglian, but now that Han has been destroyed, he has not seen her again."

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to talk, Ying Ji added some pressure: "I have heard of an organization called Quicksand. Does Young Master Liang know about it?"

Zhang Liang's expression remained unchanged as he raised his cup and took a sip of tea: "What does the Grand Preceptor think?"

Ying Ji was pleased to see that the other party hadn't pretended not to know; at least they hadn't completely hidden it. Monsters tend to avoid danger and seek advantage. Cute.

"Leave me your contact information and do not contact me for the time being, as it is harmful to you."

Zhang Liang frowned: "What do you mean by this, Grand Preceptor?"

Ying Ji presented the reconstruction plan for the Imperial Academy: "The First Emperor is preparing to restart the Imperial Academy. The Confucian Academy is so close by, so moving there sooner will allow us to secure a good location."

Zhang Liang calmly took the notebook. It was light and easy to hold, and the handwriting was clear. In particular, the words in it had nothing in common with Confucianism, but the meaning was concise and the logic was clear and well-organized, which gave him a deeper understanding of Ying Ji.

“Confucianism is not a one-man show; whether this matter can be implemented depends on Senior Brother Fuhu’s wishes.”

Ying Ji threw out the decrees that Ying Zheng had not yet issued.

Zhang Liang picked up the bamboo slips, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.

He knew that the First Emperor was intolerant of any wrongdoing, but he never expected that the emperor would actually prepare to burn books and bury scholars alive.

Zhang Liang breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the Grand Preceptor had revealed his cards, and now it was up to him to make his choice.

In the past, he would not have believed that the First Emperor's legacy could last for thousands of generations, but since Ying Ji appeared, his belief in that idea had inexplicably faded.

It seemed that as long as she was there, the Qin Dynasty would never fall.

As his thoughts raced, Zhang Liang took out a white feather from his robes: "If the Grand Preceptor wishes to contact the Quicksand, he can place this in the air, and someone will come to fetch you."

Ying Ji raised an eyebrow, surprised that they still used this method of contact; it was quite interesting.

It's somewhat similar to the methods used by Qin Shi Huang's men to control beasts.

After spending half a day with Zhang Liang, the initial ambiguous atmosphere between the two eventually turned into a meeting of exchanging interests, which was truly regrettable.

As Ying Ji was leaving, she touched the box in her arms.

Place it on the corner of the table.

He left without saying a word.