The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Their second meeting ended badly, just as Ying Ji and her entourage were preparing to return home.

Xunzi came in his carriage: "Your Highness is of noble birth, and it is not proper for an old man like me to be so presumptuous. However, this has relieved me of a worry. Your Highness may take Zhang Liang with you."

The boy was still young, but just standing there, he attracted a lot of attention.

Ying Ji looked at that familiar face and felt a sense of "fate": "Master Xun, what does this mean?"

Xunzi waved his hand: "Having accepted someone's entrustment, one should be loyal to their duties. If the princess is unwilling, then let this matter rest."

Ying Ji looked at the boy and extended her hand.

Soon, with a pair of soft hands in her palms, the boy was pulled into the carriage by Ying Ji.

"I am naturally willing to grant Master Xun's request, but I only ask that if Master Xun wishes to come to Xianyang to see the Imperial Academy he has established, he must inform me."

Xunzi instructed his page to lower the curtain, neither agreeing nor refusing, and then left directly.

Ying Ji looked at Zhang Liang: "You are Zhang Liang."

The boy's eyes crinkled into crescents, but he didn't reply.

Ying Ji stopped asking questions, and the two seemed to be competing to see who could last the longest.

In the end, Zhang Liang admitted defeat: "Why did you tie me up and then release me? You clearly like me, so why do you insist on saying you don't know me?"

To be honest, Ying Ji couldn't answer either: "Superficially speaking, you are good-looking, and it's fine if I like you. You are very good at sword dancing."

Zhang Liang casually picked up a pastry from the small table and took a bite. His cheeks instantly puffed out, like a little hamster hoarding food: "Really? My mother has always said I'm good-looking since I was little."

Ying Ji smiled: "You're quite confident."

The boy ate too quickly and grabbed Ying Ji's teacup, drinking it all in one gulp: "I almost choked! Your Highness, your pastries are delicious."

Ying Ji was somewhat puzzled, not understanding what was going on: "You know Han Fei."

Zhang Liang naturally moved closer to Ying Ji: "Yes, we know each other. Young Master Han, the Jixia Academy is deeply rooted in the Legalist tradition. It's just that I haven't had much contact with him. Last time you had him tie me up, we recognized each other."

Ying Ji covered her face and held her forehead, feeling somewhat ashamed: "Then how did you manage to come along and persuade Master Xun to help you?"

Zhang Liang clapped his hands: "Why can't I come along? I like you and want to see you. You said you didn't know me last time, and you haven't apologized to me yet."

Seeing that the young man had already leaned down and was about to lean in, Ying Ji grabbed his slender waist with one hand, leaving no gap between them.

When Zhang Liang felt the softness of her chest, his body stiffened terribly. He couldn't help but use his hands to support himself on the woman's shoulders, trying to create some distance, but his strength was too weak and it was useless.

His breathing was erratic, and Zhang Liang's eyes darted around, unable to look directly at him: "What...what are you doing?"

The closer she got, the more pronounced the emotional fluctuations became in Ying Ji's heart. She felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest. Who could resist the boy's passionate confession?

"It's not that you said you like me, I'm just checking to see."

Zhang Liang felt a bit dizzy in his usually clear and rational mind, and the tips of his ears turned red. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Ying Ji leaned closer to observe. Zhang Liang was indeed exceptionally handsome, with a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, a delicate and petite nose, and pinkish-red lips that were somewhat alluring. In addition, his waist was restrained by his hands, and he had an indescribable fragrance about him, somewhat like the smell of herbs.

It was so enticing that one couldn't help but get closer and sniff it. After a few movements, the boy's entire body turned as red as a freshly cooked shrimp.

He pulled the man into his arms: "Since you like me, how about becoming my male concubine?"

Zhang Liang hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, but he still had some doubts: "So fast?"

Ying Ji smiled and said, "You're still young. If you don't want to, you can stay with me for two years first."

This made Zhang Liang blush deeply: "No, no, no, I didn't say it wasn't allowed."

Ying Ji pulled the boy into her arms: "It's alright, think about it slowly. The journey is long, and we'll find out when we get to Xianyang."

Zhang Liang leaned gently into Ying Ji's arms. Both of them had their own ulterior motives, but they both achieved the effect the other wanted.

Within half a day, the entire caravan had changed their address to Zhang Liang as "Young Master Liang".

Rumors circulated that the Lord of Danyang was fond of this handsome young man from Korea, and they often ate and drank together, showing him unconditional favoritism.

Bai Changchuan, who was riding a horse on the side, was grinding his back teeth. Ever since Zhang Liang got into Ying Ji's carriage, the two of them had been inseparable, eating, dressing, and having fun together, like conjoined twins.

The woman who would normally take time to chat with him was now indulging in revelry and pleasure.

Just like now, the mahjong RV has a new regular guest: Zhang Liang and Ying Ji sit together. Ying Ji plays mahjong while he feeds her pastries and fruits.

Tuanzi's exclusive spot for looking at cards is gone, and it keeps cursing its host for being heartless because of the opposite sex.

[You stinky host, I'm never giving you my little treasure trove again. You're going to lose me.]

Ying Ji affectionately stroked the fox's fur: "Liang, come and hug me for a while."

The woman placed the snarling nine-tailed fox in Zhang Liang's arms.

Zhang Liang was shocked and amazed at the first glance, but Tuanzi wouldn't let him touch it, so he could only watch from the side.

This makes me hold the soft, fragrant little fox in my arms, even though it seems a bit resistant, and I really like it.

"Seventy thousand."

Han Fei felt that he was really struggling to cope lately: "Thirty thousand, the princess's behavior these days is quite unforgettable."

Yuan Ge kicked Han Fei hard under the table: "Wu Tiao, the princess has always been like this, how dare you say such things here."

Liu Bang remained calm and composed. He had no particular thoughts; after all, he was of average appearance and the princess didn't fancy him. Having a beauty would make him safer, so why not? Even if he guessed wrong and lost to that old fox Fan Kuai, he had bet that Han Fei was the princess's new favorite: "Pong, ten thousand."

Ying Ji laughed: "I'll take a gamble. My luck is pretty good today. Thirty thousand."

Han Fei smiled wryly, glancing sideways at Zhang Liang, who was happily sitting on a woman's lap playing with a fox. He felt that half of his worldview had shattered, and the other half was also in imminent danger: "Five of Bamboo."

Ying Ji pushed the cards: "I won. Not bad, not bad, double luck, I can even win money from Han Koukou."

Han Fei's lips twitched slightly: "Your Highness, Han Fei is not stingy."

"Okay, okay, I know, I know."

Feeling even more exhausted after being brushed off, Han Fei asked, "Can I pay on credit?"

Zhang Liang answered for Ying Ji, extending his small hand: "No, Young Master Han, please give it to me."

Han Fei rummaged through his purse, took out a golden melon seed, and placed it in Zhang Liang's hand.

"The world is going to the dogs. I, Han, have just been swindled out of a hundred taels of gold and am now bankrupt. Your Highness, I might as well go and see how Xiao He is doing in his studies."

Ying Ji waved her hand, and Han Fei quickly ran away. Bai Changchuan squeezed in directly: "How can we play like this? Seeing that you guys are having fun, why don't you add me?"

Ying Ji's expression was somewhat unnatural. After all, it was a meeting between current partners, which was bound to be a bit of a chaotic situation. She had even forced the man to lie, since things hadn't gone so well before.

Zhang Liang deliberately buried his head in Ying Ji's neck. Bai Changchuan sat down, took off his sword, and threw it on the table with a thud: "It's inconvenient to hold a sword while sitting down. I hope the princess doesn't mind."

Ying Ji awkwardly touched her nose: "I don't mind, I don't mind. Please sit down. Yuan Ge, please explain the rules to me."

After several rounds of fighting, amidst the unseen flashes of swords and fire, Liu Bang felt as if he were experiencing the same pain as Han Fei, and all his previous ease was gone.

Ying Ji could only say that she was also helpless, which reduced the fun of playing mahjong by half. So she simply spent all her time with Zhang Liang and occasionally checked on the homework of the little ones.

Fan Kuai's life was quite miserable. He was trained every day, and after the basic training ended, he would lie on the ground and be carried onto a carriage by Liu Bang and Xiao He.