The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Seeing how much Han Fei liked it, Zhang Liang instructed the kitchen to make another batch of crab roe pastries so that he could pack them up and take them away later.

Han Fei lightly licked his lips: "This crab roe pastry is truly a masterpiece. I wonder how it would taste with osmanthus wine."

Zhang Liang shook his head: "The princess said this is bad for my spleen and stomach, so she made me some medicinal wine. It tastes pretty good. You should try it."

Han Fei was wondering what was so good about medicinal wine when he smelled a sweet fragrance, not osmanthus, but more like a fruit.

Zhang Liang poured a cup into the luminous cup: "This is mulberry wine. The princess thought I was too weak and liked to have a few drinks, so she made some fruit wine for me to drink, as well as ginseng wine. That tastes a bit strong. You can take it with you if you like."

Han Fei held the luminous cup, which emitted a faint glow in the already dim room. The dark wine and the luminous cup complemented each other perfectly. The sweetness of the mulberry was just right, and the taste was full and layered, making it unforgettable.

They chatted and drank until curfew. Han Fei looked at the night sky and shook his slightly dizzy head: "It's too late. Han Fei should leave the palace first. I'll come back another day to chat with Brother Liang."

Zhang Liang glanced at the night sky and handed the palace token to Yuezhi: "The palace gates are already closed at this hour. Go and deliver it."

Yuezhi nodded and helped Han Fei, who was feeling unsteady on his feet, out of the palace.

Upon seeing the young master Liang's waist token and the Yuezhi escort accompanying him, Zhangtai Palace naturally inspected the area and opened the city gate.

Han Fei lay motionless in the carriage, pondering his conversation with Zhang Liang that day, and how they had left the palace so naturally, even though it was clearly past the designated time.

As they rode out of the palace in a carriage, the journey was smooth and unimpeded. Han Xin smiled wryly and said, "Princess, you really tricked me. I thought you were just putting Zhang Liang by your side, but you've actually won over people's hearts. Such trust, such favor, such extravagance, such power—who can resist? Who can resist!"

No one knew Han Fei's grief and indignation; he could only swallow his bitterness. If the princess truly loved Zhang Liang, even if it was a lie, nothing would happen to Han. If Han deliberately attacked, he thought Zhang Liang would probably be the first to agree to attack Han.

Xianyang Palace

Ying Zheng was somewhat surprised to learn that Han Fei had gone straight to Zifang Palace upon returning to Xianyang: "Sister, is there something urgent you need to see him about?"

Ying Ji leaned back casually on the couch, finding a suitable spot to read the memorial: "I don't have any. Liang has been feeling a bit down lately, so I asked Han Fei to help him cheer him up."

Ying Zheng didn't care that his elder sister liked a Korean. In the future, there would only be one country, and all the high-quality men in the world should be available for his elder sister to choose from. Being chosen would be an honor for them.

"Han Fei is a capable man, but his character still needs to be tempered."

Ying Ji looked at the memorial with annoyance: "These people, why are they talking more and more nonsense? They've already written half a memorial just praising your great achievements."

"We should keep Han Fei under our control. He's like a kite; the tighter we pull, the easier it is for the string to break. It's better to keep him in our hands. The kite string is in our hands, and we can decide how high and how far he can fly."

Ying Zheng looked at the woman lying on the couch, his eyes full of admiration: "Sister is wise. Since that's the case, let him go and talk to the State of Zhao. King Xiaocheng of Zhao, Dan, is already on his deathbed. Zhao You is still in the State of Qin. Zhao Yan has already won over half of the court officials. Let someone go and provoke the King of Zhao to speed up the ascension of the new king."

Ying Ji waved her hand: "You decide. Just tell me what you need me to do. I'm too lazy to think about goals."

Ying Zheng then took over the conversation: "Bai Changchuan has applied to be stationed at the border. Sister, what do you think I should do?"

Ying Ji stood up: "What are you going to the border for? No way. If you want military merits, just attack Zhao and get a lieutenant general position to rack up some achievements."

Ying Zheng knew this would be the outcome and had already suppressed it: "Sister, we can't just give away these military achievements so easily. Meng Tian and Meng Wuwang are of the same generation. It wouldn't be good to let a commoner take the position."

Ying Ji didn't care about any of that: "Then just give me any position. Anyway, I'm not allowed to go to the border. I'll train in the suburbs first."

Ying Zheng nodded and placed a stack of memorials on Ying Ji's desk. The woman immediately bristled: "You brat, are you trying to make your older sister lose all her hair? Why are you giving me so many? I haven't even finished reviewing yesterday's ones yet."

Ying Zheng calmly took a sip of jasmine tea: "Sister, the border is in dire need of a general."

Ying Ji's molars were practically grinding to pieces. Looking at the memorial in front of her, which was as tall as a person, she had no will to live: "Who would have thought that I'm not even working 996 anymore, I'm practically working 008. I only sleep eight hours a night and spend the rest of my time working."

Ying Zheng patted his behind and left: "I received far fewer memorials today. The flowers are blooming beautifully; I'll go admire them."

This time, she had really stirred up a grudge. Ying Ji stared fiercely at Ying Zheng's dashing back, then took a bite of the apple next to her, as if she were biting a wicked capitalist.

Ying Zheng sensed Ying Ji's resentment, but felt a sense of relief instead: "No wonder my elder sister is so smug all day long. It seems that taking a break once in a while is indeed relaxing."

Zhao Gao smiled broadly: "The princess's talent is second only to the King of Qin, but she is a bit lazy. I'm afraid she'll have a headache for a while today."

Ying Zheng was in a good mood, enjoying the pleasure of his sister going to work while he took a break after get off work, and casually strolling around the Imperial Garden in his spare time.

Zhao Gao introduced the various wonders and flowers, all of which were interesting creations from Yingji Workshop, as well as some trinkets sent by the Mo family.

For example, there is a wooden bird in the middle of the garden. If you let it listen to a song, it will sing the song it hears repeatedly.

There are also various swings, flower bars, fountains, and a semi-movable lake platform. The central lake platform can be moved by human power, and the materials used are corrosion-resistant and insect-proof.

When Ying Zheng arrived, a beautiful woman was playing with a kite and bumped into him during the chase.

Upon seeing the King of Qin, he quickly knelt and bowed, saying, "Greetings, King of Qin."

On the girl's round face, a pair of large, watery eyes sparkled with intelligence, as if they could see right through people's hearts.

Her straight nose, luscious lips, and two adorable dimples give her a playful and cute look.

She gently swayed her head, stealing glances at the handsome man above her, like a petal in the wind, making the surrounding scenery pale in comparison.

Ying Zheng's heart stirred, and he picked the person up and carried them into the palace.

Ying Ji returned to the palace late at night and, upon hearing that her younger brother had spent the entire day indulging in the company of a beauty, she was so angry that she ground her teeth together.

She rushed to the Zifang Palace, embraced her sweet and soft husband, and began to pour out her troubles.

Zhang Liang kissed her cheek tenderly: "The King of Qin really doesn't care about the princess. I do. Are you hungry? Do you want to have something to eat?"

Ying Ji nestled her face against the boy's chest in a coquettish manner, and Zhang Liang had no choice but to hold her in his arms and pat her back gently. After a while, he could feel the woman's breathing gradually becoming long and even as she quietly fell asleep.

Zhang Liang rubbed his nose against hers, then gave her a light, fleeting kiss on the lips, and they fell asleep nestled together.