The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

The two children next to the tall, strong boy blocked the person from the left and right.

The tall, skinny kid: "Hey (third tone), don't you have ears? Didn't you hear your older brother calling you?"

The short, chubby brat said, "Hey, you and him are born with a father but have no father to teach you. What are you going to say? In the end, you'll still have to go back to your mother's arms and cry."

The tall, strong boy hated people who didn't listen to him the most, and Han Xin was the first to be targeted. When he saw someone struggling, he would directly suppress and beat them.

Han Xin was no match for her in terms of physique, but he remained silent.

Until the fried dough on her chest was discovered.

"This Han Xin is a thief, he actually stole fried dough cakes."

"Thief, thief, just as expected of a child without a father."

The tall, strong kid snatched the fried dough and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Oh my, it really is a fried dough cake. You've got some ideas. You can split the rest in two."

The other two quickly thanked him, but Han Xin roared, "Give me back my fried cake!"

As he spoke, he charged forward with his head, knocking the tall, strong child down and injuring his head, causing it to bleed profusely.

"Waaaaah!" The tall, strong boy burst into tears. "Han Xin, you just wait, I'll get my dad to teach you a lesson."

The boy ran home crying, while the other two were also a little scared. They threw the fried dough sticks on the ground and ran away.

Han Xin silently picked up the oil cake, brushed off the dirt, and went home.

While his mother was washing clothes for someone else, Han Xin handed her a fried cake: "Mother, you eat this. I traded sugar for this fried cake."

When Han's mother saw her precious child looking so disheveled, she knew that he had been bullied.

But she was just a woman, powerless to do anything. She wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes, dried her hands, and hugged Han Xin as if she were clutching a lifeline.

"It's my fault, I didn't protect you well. Are you alright? You can have the fried dough, I'll eat the cornbread."

But Han Xin was adamant and refused to eat; he would only eat a bite if his mother ate a bite.

The mother and son ate the two half-fried cakes for a long time.

Unfortunately, this simple happiness was soon shattered by someone.

"Han Xin, come out here! Did you break my son's head?"

When Han's mother came out, she saw a burly man standing at the door blocking the small door frame. This man was the village's butcher, so he could get a better share of the profits than the others.

Fat Tiger, following behind his father like a rooster that had just won a battle, proudly barked, "Han Xin, you dare to steal my fried dough sticks and push me!"

Upon hearing this, Han's mother hurriedly explained, "Brother Hu, my son Han Xin did not steal the oil cake. A kind person came this afternoon and gave my child a piece of candy, which he exchanged for the oil cake."

Tiger didn't care and pushed Fat Tiger forward: "Just look at the wound on my son's head. Let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about how to compensate him."

Han's mother's smile froze: "Brother Hu, you know my family's situation. We really don't have anything to compensate you. How about this, I'll wash your clothes for free for a month?"

Tiger curled his lip: "I don't care about those few tattered clothes you washed. I want Han Xin to kneel down, apologize to my son, and become my son's dog from now on. Then this matter will be over."

Han's mother shielded Han Xin behind her: "Brother Hu, you're saying some hurtful things. This is just children playing around. Please forgive their rudeness."

Tiger: 'What's so good about it? Even if I'm not good at it, there are other ways.'

Han's mother quickly smiled apologetically, "Please say so. If I can do it, I definitely will."

Tiger kicked Fatty Tiger out the door, telling him to go home first, while he himself scanned Han's mother up and down with his tiny, beady eyes.

Those naked eyes, even without words, tell you what they're trying to express.

Han's mother shouted, "No, this won't do!"

Tiger's flirtatious gaze swept over the woman's chest: "I haven't said anything yet, but can a woman like you manage raising a little devil? Why don't you come with me from now on, and I'll share the burden with you. As for Fatty Tiger, he'll be Han Xin's brother from now on, so he'll naturally protect him."

Han's mother covered Han Xin's ears: "Brother Hu, we really have nothing left at home. The only valuable thing we have is a string of sausages. We'll give it to you as compensation. Please have mercy on us and let our son go, okay?"

Tiger, with a mind like a frog slowly being boiled in water, looked at Han's mother, who still retained some of her charm, and licked his lips: "Alright, if you think it through later, you can come find me. Every man in this family suffers too, doesn't he?"

He grabbed the skinny cured meat from Han's mother's hand and groped her hand until he was satisfied before letting go.

As he stepped outside, he sniffed his hands, thinking, "This slut's hands smell pretty good. I'll teach her a lesson in bed sometime."

After everyone left, Han's mother's legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground. Han Xin watched as she frantically wiped her hands, water dripping from them, lost in thought.

They started running as soon as they were out in the night. Han's mother's legs were weak and she could only shout for Han Xin to be careful.

She thought Han Xin couldn't bear the humiliation of the day and had run out to vent his anger. Looking around at the dilapidated walls of her home, she could only weep silently.

Following the route Ying Ji took, Han Xin tracked her down and finally found the magnificent carriage at the most luxurious inn. After observing it for a long time, he secretly slipped in from the backyard.

He searched room by room, trying to find the woman from earlier that day, but he was just a child and was immediately arrested by the guards.

"Where did this child come from? Playing here is not allowed. Go find your parents."

The guards drove Han Xin away, but Han Xin lowered his head, as if he understood, and turned to leave.

But he dodged and smashed open a room with all his might, and the guards hurriedly rushed in to arrest him.

Ying Ji was scolding Fu Su when she suddenly saw Han Xin rushing towards her, climbing into her arms and trembling.

My mind went blank for a moment, but I still patted the child's back to comfort him.

The head of the guards looked at Han Xin and immediately knelt down on one knee to apologize: "Lord Danyang, this child was sneaking around behind the door and was discovered and broke in. It was my fault for not protecting him properly. Please punish me."

Ying Ji rubbed her forehead: "Go out, double the guards, and this must not happen again. It's inconvenient outside, go back to the city and receive twenty strokes of the military rod."

The head guard knelt down gratefully: "Yes, sir."

Yuan Ge looked at the dirty child who was snuggling into the princess's arms, and her face was contorted with anger: "Princess, let me take the young master to wash up, please."

Ying Ji glanced at the black coal ball, handed the child to Yuan Ge, and then comforted Han Xin, saying, "You stay by my side, go wash up, and come back when you're clean."

Han Xin nodded, his dark eyes fixed intently on Ying Ji, showing no sign of letting up.

As for Fusu, Ying Ji had been lecturing him for a whole day. This naughty child had been staying in the box all day, not daring to make a sound the entire way. If he hadn't known to keep some food hidden in his bosom, he probably would have starved to death long ago.

Fusu looked at Yingji with pitiful puppy eyes: "Auntie, Fusu was wrong, please don't send me away."

Exhausted, Ying Ji quickly wrote a letter to Ying Zheng, telling him that Fusu was with her and about recent events.