The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

The three days passed quickly. Dressed in plain clothes, Ying Ji locked herself in her room. To be honest, she regretted her impulsiveness that day.

But some were unwilling to have their efforts come to nothing, and with a mix of emotions, they couldn't make a decision.

I tossed a coin to the ground, guessed heads or tails, and was about to see the result when...

Han Fei requests an audience: "Your Highness, I have found this person, but I do not know..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted. Ying Ji waved her hand and said, "No need to say anything more, let him go back."

The moment Ying Ji tossed the coin, she knew what she was thinking and resolutely refused to force others to do what she wanted.

"Give him some compensation, and if he wants anything else, just go to Yuan Ge and get it. Now, get out!"

Han Fei's lips curled up, his expression inscrutable. He slowly retreated and went to a small courtyard, pushing open the door and entering.

"Brother Zhang Liang, your strategies are truly brilliant."

Dressed in a plain white Warring States period robe, the young man's appearance was somewhat androgynous. He was sipping osmanthus wine with his slender, jade-like hands. Upon seeing Han Fei's arrival, he smiled with pursed lips.

"Zhang Liang was just taking a gamble."

Han Fei casually sat down opposite him with a thud: "Brother Zhang lost a bet with me. Tell me, what do you want?"

Zhang Liang kept his eyes closed and parted his lips slightly: "Why don't you ask Young Master Han for me how Bai Changchuan is doing?"

Han Fei picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp: "You really know how to ask questions. It's also Bai Changchuan's good fortune. After parting ways on the road, the princess got separated from him and later said she had amnesia. I guess there was some change in the situation, and their feelings for each other warmed up. The princess didn't say anything, but since she came back, she has been quite concerned about this man."

They used to ignore me, but now they're treating me like an enemy; that's rather foolish.

Zhang Liang took a sip of the osmanthus wine: "It's not that I'm stupid, but when you're in the thick of it, how can you explain it clearly? It's just that the princess's wine is truly mellow, and I like it."

Does the King of Han know about what Young Master Han discussed with Zhang Liang earlier?

Han Fei stared at the surface of the wine and shook his head.

"As a descendant of the royal family of Han, Han Fei is already uneasy if he cannot save Han. Qin is a wolf in sheep's clothing and has already shown signs of unification. I can only seek a variable. The princess has given me a promise, and I am willing to give my life for her."

Zhang Liang lowered his eyelashes: "Young Master Han is righteous, and I understand that. The princess is not someone who only covets beauty; we still need to plan carefully."

Han Fei bowed and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhang. I know your ambition, which the state of Han cannot tolerate. However, I don't know what the princess's attitude will be. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you in the future."

Zhang Liang recalled their first meeting. The woman under the moonlight was radiant and exquisite, with an outstanding temperament. Her eyes were full of clear and natural appreciation, which made him want to express different emotions in those eyes.

In that final, breathtaking sword strike, Zhang Liang couldn't tell whether the other person's heart was more stirred by emotion, or his own.

Putting those thoughts aside, Zhang Liang and Han Fei continued planning their next encounter.

Before leaving, I took the remaining osmanthus wine with me.

Han Fei could only finish the wine in his cup and then go to Yuan Ge to ask for more.

The next morning, the temperature in Qi was getting colder, and Ying Ji was not used to it. The damp and cold air felt like it could penetrate every inch of her skin.

The best part is that it's nice and warm at noon, perfect for airing out the corpses.

When Han Fei paid his respects to the princess, he saw Bai Changchuan practicing his swordsmanship to the side, while Ying Ji had someone hold an umbrella over her as she watched the man dance with his sword.

It couldn't compare to the stunning experience of that night, but it still had its own charm. Besides, all you had to do was open your mouth and fruit would be served, making you squint with enjoyment.

Han Fei's arrival made Bai Changchuan's breathing unsteady. He knew about what had happened in the past few days: [That scoundrel is still up to no good. Not only does he want to offer himself up, but he also acts as a pimp. Disgusting.]

Seeing Bai Changchuan finish his swordplay and leave, Ying Ji felt a little disappointed: "Han Fei, why did you come to see me today? I've already seen everyone I was supposed to see these past few days. I'm just resting for a few days and preparing to go back."

Han Fei cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Highness, Master Han Fei wishes to meet you."

Ying Ji was shocked and sat bolt upright: "What? You mean Xunzi?"

Han Fei said solemnly, "I dare not speak recklessly."

Ying Ji immediately stood up: "Let's go, let's go now."

Han Fei was thus directly taken to the Jixia Academy.

In the small courtyard behind the mountain, a simple meal and a gourd of water are provided. It is a small and exquisite courtyard with flowers and plants everywhere you look, and you can also see a few medicinal herbs among them.

Han Fei went into the courtyard, and before a cup of tea had been brewed, Ying Ji was invited in.

Xunzi was tall and sharp-eyed, around fifty years old. His white hair was mixed with a few black hairs, and he wore a scholar's robe. His temperament was inexplicably contradictory. He looked like a gentle and kind old man, but his gaze was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at him, as if a single glance would see right through one's soul.

Ying Ji bowed first: "Ying Ji of Qin greets Master Xun."

Xunzi waved his hand, gesturing for Ying Ji to sit beside him: "The princess greatly admires my disciples, but you have taken both of my outstanding students as your guest ministers."

Ying Ji didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.

Xunzi continued: "Han Fei was exceptionally talented and ambitious, but he was also loyal and rigid. Could the princess possibly tolerate him?"

Ying Ji knew that Xunzi was asking about the states of Han and Qin, and that it was for Han Fei's sake. After a moment of thought, she said, "Han Fei's talent is tolerable."

Xunzi nodded: "Li Si was poor in his youth but had great ambitions. Was this a good thing or a bad thing?"

Ying Ji smiled: "Of course it's a good thing. If you don't want anything, then you're a saint."

Xunzi nodded: "Since that's the case, it can be considered a trust, and this is all that a teacher can do."

I met a young man a few days ago and wanted to take him as my apprentice, but he refused. Now he's in the backyard insisting on practicing his swordplay, saying he's waiting for someone. Perhaps the princess should go and meet him.

Ying Ji suddenly felt a bit socially awkward. Thinking about the stupid things she had done a few days ago, a sudden wave of embarrassment washed over her, and she just wanted to dig her toes into the ground and get away from this world.

But Xunzi had already sent her away. The pageboy led Ying Ji to a vegetable garden, and then disappeared in a flash.

He was left awkwardly admiring the beautiful scenery of the vegetable garden.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long. A young man dressed in plain clothes came gracefully, carrying two buckets of water. He was taken aback when he saw Ying Ji, but then excitedly ran closer.

The boy wore a straw hat, and when you got closer, you realized he was about the same height as you. His beauty was stunning, even to someone who had been exposed to the harmful influence of the internet. His arms were white and had some muscle. To work, he rolled up his sleeves and pulled them over his back, revealing a waist so thin that you could pinch it with one hand.

When they were about a meter away, a farm tool in front of Ying Ji tripped the boy's left foot. He stumbled and, combined with the weight of the bucket, fell directly onto the woman.

Fortunately, Ying Ji was strong and had experience doing farm work before. She held the boy's waist with one hand and stabilized the water bucket with the other, then put the bucket aside and helped the boy stand up straight.

After some interaction, the boy blushed and scratched his head sheepishly, saying, "I'm sorry, I was too hasty. Do you remember me?"

Ying Ji was dazzled by the beautiful scenery, and the impulse in her heart rose again, but was finally forcibly suppressed: "Who are you? Why are you in Xun Shi's backyard?"

These words immediately made the boy feel down: "You don't remember me."

These words, coupled with his watery, extremely aggrieved eyes, were incredibly powerful, causing Ying Ji to unconsciously reach out and touch the corner of the boy's eye.

As soon as they met, she slapped him away, saying, "I hate you."

The boy turned and ran away, leaving behind only the extremely aggrieved words, "I hate you."