The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Amidst the cacophony, a clear and melodious sound of a zither suddenly rang out, drawing everyone's attention, including Ying Ji's.

Under the hazy moonlight, the man's figure was like jade, dressed in a green Warring States period robe, his long, ink-black hair flowing down to his waist. He held a slender longsword and began to dance with it to the sound of a zither.

The sword moves like a white snake spitting its tongue, hissing as it cuts through the wind; it also moves like a dragon weaving through the air, its movements fluid and graceful. Sometimes it is as light as a swallow, rising with a flick of the sword; other times it is as swift as lightning, scattering fallen leaves.

A silver light rose from the courtyard, and the blood of the Xiongnu had already been swallowed up for thousands of miles.

Only under such moonlight, as clear as water, could she not feel ashamed or lose her luster in front of such a man.

His sword was like frost and snow, its surface gleaming with silver light. Though the sword was long and sharp, its aura as powerful as a rainbow, it did not diminish his gentle and refined temperament in the slightest. Like the most tranquil lake, a gentle breeze only made it appear more elegant and serene, a picture of tranquil beauty.

The sword energy seemed to come alive, freely flowing around him.

His flowing robes created an illusion that, as he danced with his sword, he seemed to be riding the wind and returning home.

Her feet never touched the dust, she was as light as a drifting cloud. She just watched from afar, feeling as if the clouds there had accidentally fallen to earth.

But the man moved closer and closer to Ying Ji, getting within a meter of her.

With a whoosh, the swordsman's sword tip was already at his throat, and gasps of surprise rose and fell from the surrounding crowd.

There was no murderous intent in the boy's eyes, but rather a mischievous look. Seeing that Ying Ji was not frightened, he seemed to have played a prank but failed to achieve the desired effect. Somewhat disgruntled, he had no choice but to sheath his sword and turn to leave.

Ying Ji was not frightened. If he were an assassin, he would have been killed by Yuan Tiangang with a single sword strike the moment he revealed his killing intent.

But what just happened was so stunning that Ying Ji felt as if her heart had been struck a heavy blow.

The boy's smile, like the rising sun, was warm and bright. His unrestrained and flamboyant personality, coupled with his breathtakingly handsome face, instantly captivated her heart.

Ying Ji grabbed one of the people around her and asked excitedly, "Who was that person just now?"

But he did not receive the answer he wanted: "I don't know, I didn't see this person when I came."

Several people were arrested and questioned, but none of them were recognized.

Just as Ying Ji was feeling somewhat dejected, Han Fei returned. Seeing that the woman was in high spirits, he teased her and asked, "Princess, have you met your sweetheart? Why are you so absent-minded?"

Ying Ji's memories were stirred again, and she felt a strong determination to possess the boy from before.

Seeing that Ying Ji remained silent, Han Fei jokingly guessed, "Could it be that the princess intends to forcibly abduct a man from the common people?"

If Ying Ji had spoken, it wouldn't have been a problem, but her gaze startled Han Fei: [They're so alike. No wonder they're siblings; their domineering attitude towards what they want is exactly the same. It seems Zhang Liang's strategy is very effective.]

Ying Ji grabbed Han Fei: "Find the man who was just dancing with a sword."

Han Fei spread his arms and begged for mercy: "Your Highness, there are many people here, and some are watching. Please let me go first."

Ignoring everything else, Ying Ji grabbed Han Fei by the collar and pulled him in front of her: "Remember, I want him. I'm giving you three days. Even if you have to tie him up, bring him to me."

Han Fei begged for mercy repeatedly: "Alright, alright, Your Highness, please let go of me first, my collar is about to be torn."

Seeing that Han Fei's collar had been torn open, revealing his slightly muscular chest with beautiful lines, Ying Ji whistled with amusement: "I didn't expect Young Master Han to have such a good physique."

He released his grip on her collar and straightened his sleeves: "I remember, three days is the deadline."

Once Han Fei was released, he immediately acted like a virtuous woman who had been bullied, hurriedly grabbing his collar to cover his exposed skin.

Seeing the lingering gazes from the sidelines, Han Fei truly understood what shyness was this time. Without even bowing, he left his seat to take his leave.

Seeing that Han Fei had run away and that no one was there to introduce such a talented person, Ying Ji simply sat down at the table and watched everyone compose poems. Gongsun Liang noticed that no one was around.

They chatted with some people and got to know a few decent people. Some of them were from powerful families and looked down on being a guest minister under a woman, but there were also quite a few poor scholars. A few of them took the lead and volunteered to be guest ministers.

After some investigation, they recruited a few decent ones. One of them was good at agronomy, had no surname, and was only named Yang. His family were also farmers. He first tested his improved farming tools at home, but his home couldn't withstand his experiments. Ying Ji thought his ideas were somewhat like those of Grandpa Yuan Longping, so she gave him generous benefits.

There was another person who was good at law, or rather, criminal law. He was skilled in methods of interrogation and punishment, some of which were so gruesome that just hearing about them made one's scalp tingle. Nobody usually talked to him.

Yang was his only friend. Knowing that Yang was going to Qin and might never see him again, he deliberately told Ying Ji about various forms of punishment, hoping to see the fear on the woman's face.

But Ying Ji listened with great interest, and her expression was so low-class that Xing Ren found it hard to accept.

After several private conversations between the two, Xingren was so frightened by Ying Ji's even more terrifying ideas that he became somewhat unsettled. He took the initiative to ask Ying Ji to be his teacher, but was refused. He then became a guest minister and received the same treatment as Yang.

On the way home, Yang couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Xingren, you are usually so bold and reckless, you have never had such an expression before, did the princess threaten you?"

The executioner forced a chilling smile. Yang wanted to comfort his friend, but his expression was truly terrifying: "No, the princess is the master I've been looking for. Yes, that's how it should be. Not only should she suffer physical torture, but the pain in her heart is the most indelible."

The princess said I was too soft-hearted. Treating the enemy only to cause them pain would only strengthen their faith. But what if I shattered their faith? What would their expression be then? Would they cry, laugh, or weep bitterly?

Oh my god, I'm burning up! How can someone possess such advanced wisdom? The princess is practically a goddess.

How can we mortals refute the wisdom of the princess? She is like a deity, guiding me. I must become better, better and better! Hahahahahahahaha.

Looking at Xingren's increasingly frenzied expression, Yang sighed softly, "When will my dear friend stop being such a pervert? Nobody dares to talk to me anymore."

Seeing that the criminal was still laughing loudly in place, with a crazy, reckless look on his face, Yang casually hoisted the man onto his shoulder.

The executioner didn't move, but just kept smiling sinisterly, scaring passersby away and even causing many rumors to circulate about ghosts and spirits.

It's specifically designed to scare disobedient children, telling them that ghosts will appear at night and keep them from eating or sleeping. It's a nightmare for countless children.