The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

After Han Xin finished eating, drinking, and washing up, he learned that the Grand Preceptor had taken him in as well as Xiao He and Fan Kuai's entire family.

He didn't understand why he cared so much that she had taken in other people besides him.

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A maid's gentle voice came from outside the door: "Young Master Xin, you've rested enough. The Imperial Advisor wishes to see you."

"I am tired. I am grateful for the care shown by the Grand Tutor." Han Xin did not know why, but he did not want to be like this.

However, he still refused the summons.

The maid was somewhat afraid of being blamed and didn't understand why someone wouldn't accept the Grand Preceptor's good intentions.

Ying Ji wasn't annoyed at all; instead, she smiled knowingly and dismissed the maid: "What's this? It's been years since I last saw you, and the child has grown quite temperamental."

Wu Guang awkwardly fiddled with the tea set, his forehead covered in beads of nervous sweat. After brewing a strong cup of tea, he eagerly presented it to the Imperial Preceptor for his appreciation.

Ying Ji nodded and smiled, took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

Get up and go have a heart-to-heart talk with the awkward kid.

Without any common faults, he went straight into Han Xin's room.

The man had indeed not slept; the young man, fresh and clean-cut, was youthful and vibrant, but his eyes were filled with a deep weariness.

It seems that he has seen too much of the vicissitudes of life, and nothing can affect his emotions.

But Ying Ji was an exception.

The moment the door was pushed open, an unknown light appeared in those lifeless eyes.

The woman slowly approached and stroked the boy's head. If one only looked at their appearances, they would be considered a match made in heaven. However, the loving look in the woman's eyes truly changed the atmosphere.

It was as if a loving mother was watching over her young child.

To be honest, of all the talented people she had raised before leaving, Han Xin was the youngest, and he was the only one who made Ying Ji pay more attention to him.

Looking at the child who was only as small as me when I left, he is now about to stand shoulder to shoulder with Ying Zheng.

I couldn't help but feel relieved; it's just that this child has suffered so much.

Not long after she left, the gentle woman who had supported the family passed away.

It goes without saying what a child without a mother would suffer in this chaotic world. The fact that he has grown up to be this big is truly thanks to his illiterate uncle.

When Ying Ji took Han Xin away, she asked someone to take care of that family.

Now they could finally have a proper heart-to-heart talk, and Ying Ji's gentleness made the withdrawn Han Xin feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He enjoyed it, but couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark: "Grand Preceptor, is this how you treat every talented person?"

Ying Ji noticed his panic and gave the boy's head a hard pat: "Guess."

Han Xin was annoyed and dodged the hand above his head.

He crossed his arms and turned away, clearly not wanting to communicate.

Seeing that the man had finally become more lively, Ying Ji chuckled and said, "You've grown up, and your temper has gotten bigger too."

Han Xin was puzzled, but no one explained it to him.

Ying Ji talked and asked a lot that night, and finally asked him to stay with his father in Xianyang.

Han Xin was speechless: "I have never had a father since I was a child."

Ying Ji knocked on his head: "How can you talk like that? Your father is alive and well."

Han Xin glared angrily, his entire body weighing over 120 pounds, yet he possessed the rebellious spirit of 140 pounds: "I can't possibly have a father."

Ying Ji grabbed Han Xin's cheek: "It's true what they say, a son is no longer under his mother's control when he grows up. What nonsense are you talking about? Your knowledge is at least half thanks to your father. This time, you're doing your filial duty by staying by his side."

Han Xin was unruly and refused to budge.

After a friendly conversation with Ying Ji (through fists), Han Xin came to believe that he had a father.

Ying Ji patted Han Xin's head and praised him for being good.

Han Xin hadn't been coaxed like this in a long time, and his ears turned a little red.