The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Zhao Gao announced the top three winners to enter the palace.

Ying Zheng spoke: "Xiao He of Pei County is the first newly appointed scholar in the Qin state. His work, 'Three Chapters of Qin Law,' concerns the improvement of Qin's population, taxes, construction, livestock, and warehouses. He has made great contributions and has been appointed as the Imperial Censor."

Gan Luo of Xianyang, the second-place scholar in the first rank, was granted the title of Junior Attendant; Yang of Yan, the third-place scholar in the first rank, was granted the title of Junior Commissioner for Grain Management.

Ying Ji then looked at Gan Luo: [This is the young prime minister Gan Luo. He does indeed look very much like Li Si described—handsome and a talented young man, just not as good-looking as Zhang Liang... Ouch, ouch, ouch.]

Ying Ji's lips twitched as she glanced at Zhang Liang, who had a gentle smile on his face. She grabbed the jade hand that was twisting around her waist and covered the unruly hand between her own, preventing it from being pulled away.

The boy still wore a well-behaved and harmless smile. If it weren't for the excruciating pain in her waist, Ying Ji would have let go of the man's hand.

Before I could even feel happy for a second, a heart-wrenching pain shot through my palm.

Ying Ji's mouth was no longer twitching; her eyelids were twitching uncontrollably. Unable to maintain her composure any longer, she pretended to cough, spread Zhang Liang's hand, and clasped his fingers together, thus escaping a calamity.

In a moment of relaxation, I had no interest in looking at the runner-up, but glancing at the third-place winner, I was surprised that Yang could actually break into the top three.

After a moment's thought, there was an exam paper that seemed to describe similar principles to hybrid rice, and it even included a finished product. Naturally, it earned a lot of points from Ying Ji, the examiner.

When Zhang Liang saw that the woman was no longer staring at the three of them with that admiring and appraising gaze, the smile on his lips became a little more genuine.

The two did not hide their private actions from others, and those who were close could see them clearly, which confirmed the fact that the young master was well-loved.

After the court session ended, Ying Ji couldn't wait to leave with Zhang Liang.

[Damn it, she's so jealous! I need to go back and appease her. I wonder if any of the jade pieces Zhang Han sent the other day were anything special.]

Ying Ji walked briskly, her only thought now being to go back and check if her waist was bruised and swollen.

Perhaps this is Murphy's Law.

A person was already standing in front of Ying Ji, blocking her way.

Han envoy Zhang Wei, already smiling, bowed and greeted the Lord of Danyang and Lord Liangce.

Zhang Liang was overjoyed to see his elder brother.

Ying Ji stepped forward, shielding Zhang Liang behind her: "Does the Han envoy have something to discuss with me?"

Seeing that Ying Ji had completely blocked the man, Zhang Wei's eyes were full of disdain, but his face had a gentle and refined smile: "Zhang Wei misses his younger brother, but for some reason, the people in the manor always make excuses for me, so I have no choice but to wait here rashly."

Ying Ji replied without ceremony, "Oh, about that? I have heard the steward mention it, but it is still somewhat inappropriate for him to meet with my concubine."

A few days ago, someone said they knew Liangcejun. The steward brought him into the palace, but his real intention was not to bring him into the palace. He accidentally entered my bedroom, so I banished him from Xianyang. I wonder what the Han envoy's thoughts are?

Zhang Wei was subjected to the woman's intense, sweeping gaze. As the son of the Prime Minister of Korea, he had never suffered such humiliation. His face flushed red as he retorted.

“Lord Danyang, please do not make false accusations. He is the son of the Prime Minister. How could he do such a shameless thing? Zhang Liang is a malignant tumor in the family because he lives in the women’s backyard. He would never be a person who flatters the emperor with his beauty.”

Ying Ji's lips curled slightly, her eyes filled with coldness: "So that means that Young Master Zhang Wei looks down on my concubine. Since Young Master Zhang Wei is so noble, I am unwilling to associate with a mere woman like you. Yuan Ge, send the Han envoy out of the palace."

Zhang Wei then realized what he had said, and cold sweat broke out on his back: "Zhang Wei did not have such thoughts, and I hope Lord Danyang will forgive me."

But Ying Ji had already left: "I understand the Han envoy's heartfelt words." She pulled the still heartbroken Zhang Liang back to Yongning Palace.

Zhang Wei felt a chill run down his spine. Thinking of the King of Han's order, he couldn't help but feel fear if the King of Han knew that he had made an enemy of Qin because of him.

Yuan Ge escorted the puppet Zhang Wei out of the palace with impeccable etiquette, and before leaving, he instructed Zhang Taijun not to let Zhang Wei go to Yongning Palace.

Yongning Palace

Ying Ji could sense that Zhang Liang was somewhat sullen, so she deliberately rubbed her waist loudly and said, "Ouch, you're trying to murder your wife! Look how badly you've pinched my waist, it's probably going to turn blue."

The boy's thoughts were interrupted. He watched the woman groaning and clutching her waist, and couldn't help but chuckle. Then he straightened his face and said, "What's wrong? Is it because the top scholar looks younger than me that the princess has designs on him, or is it because the second-place scholar is a handsome young talent who makes people want to kiss him?"

Ying Ji chuckled awkwardly. "You can't get past this chapter, can you?" She took off her outer robe, exposing her bruised and swollen waist and abdomen. She didn't say a word, just looked at the boy pitifully.

Looking at his wound, Zhang Liang regretted that he had used too much force. Yuezhi had already brought out medicine for the wound in time.

The boy's well-defined knuckles scooped out a piece of ointment and applied it to the wound. The cool ointment made Ying Ji shiver when it touched her skin.

Zhang Liang frowned, thinking he had hurt her, and unconsciously became much gentler in his movements.

Seeing the boy intently applying the medicine, Ying Ji couldn't help but feel delighted. After finishing applying it to her waist, she pitifully opened her palm.

The boy, feeling helpless, continued applying the ointment.

The atmosphere between the two was warm and harmonious, as if no one could intrude.

Zhang Wei felt a chill run through his body. He returned to the innkeeper's office and explained the situation to a woman.

The girl's face was innocent and lovely, and her eyes shone with a light like the sun. Even though she was dressed in black, it could not hide her demeanor and childlike heart.

After hearing the whole story, Honglian frowned deeply: "Zhang Liang is truly despicable. You are his brother, how can he not speak up for you?"

Zhang Wei looked at Princess Honglian of Korea with infatuation in his eyes: "Princess Honglian, Zhang Liang is probably so infatuated with Ying Ji's favor that he no longer remembers that Korea is his motherland. We should not look for such an ungrateful person anymore."

Honglian pouted. She had finally managed to get the trip from her father, the emperor. No woman had ever been sent on a mission before. After Ying Ji started, and with so many Han people around her, the King of Han had the idea of ​​marrying his princess to the King of Qin.

After realizing her father's intentions, Honglian pleaded with Zhang Wei until she finally agreed to go on a diplomatic mission to the Qin Kingdom.

As a result, after staying for quite some time, he still didn't get to see Zhang Liang once, let alone introduce him.

Frustrated, Honglian had no choice but to go find her brother, Han Fei.

I couldn't resist the temptation when I passed by the food street and started browsing.

With a candied hawthorn in my left hand and a glutinous rice ball in my right, I ate them one by one, and they were very sweet.

Just as she was about to pay, a child bumped into her. The child apologized repeatedly, and Honglian let him go.

When he reached into his purse, it was completely empty...