The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Ying Ji was very flustered. She didn't know why she was flustered. Zhang Liang was right beside her, but he was like a gust of wind, as if he was about to leave.

Unconsciously using some force, Zhang Liang cried out in pain, "Your Highness, you're hurting me."

Ying Ji quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, let me see if you're injured."

After checking the person over and over, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing how concerned the other party was, Zhang Liang's eyes filled with joy, and he instantly came to life.

Ying Ji put on her robes, pulled Zhang Liang along, and prepared to leave the palace, without even taking Tuanzi with her.

Zhang Liang was puzzled, but obediently followed beside her: "Princess, where are we going?"

Ying Ji did not reply, but gave Zhang Liang a mysterious smile and drove the carriage alone with her men.

She felt uneasy, as if something irreversible would happen if she didn't do something soon. So she took Zhang Liang to a secluded mountain retreat ahead of time, which was a gift she wanted to give him.

Zhang Liang received no response, so he stopped asking. Before getting out of the carriage, he was covered with a black cloth. When he saw the light of day again, he saw a paradise as beautiful as a poem.

I fell in love with this place at first sight: "Where is this?"

The boy's joyful voice reassured Ying Ji, and she intertwined her fingers with his, moving closer together.

There were no elaborate pavilions or carved beams and painted rafters, only a windmill, a waterwheel, an extremely simple house, a well, and a bamboo grove.

The only thing that looked valuable was probably a double cradle covered in leather.

Pulling the boy to the side of the house, Ying Ji moved a tea table over, personally lit some charcoal, and placed a pot of tea on it.

As night falls, the mountain and water retreat becomes even more enchanting under the starry sky, with the flickering candlelight resembling a dazzling pearl in nature.

After finishing everything, Ying Ji took a cloak from inside the house and tied it around the boy's neck.

"Spring is deep and the dew is heavy, and we're in a bamboo grove, so don't catch a cold."

Zhang Liang leaned his head on the woman's shoulder and asked, "What is Your Highness doing?"

Ying Ji thought for a moment: "I'm just trying to make you happy."

The woman could hear the boy chuckle softly, but he fell silent for only a moment before letting out a sigh: "Why does the princess try to please me? She's just someone from the inner court; whether she's happy or not is of no importance."

Ying Ji tightened her grip: "If you're unhappy, you don't have to stay in the backyard. You can go wherever you want."

The boy remained motionless: "If I don't go to the backyard, where else can I go? What else can I do now? Every time I see you caring so much about someone else, I get uncontrollably jealous."

Like her mother, she was pampered in the yard like a canary, unaware of the hardships outside, with only one person in her eyes, revolving around him.

Do you think Mother is happy?

Ying Ji was somewhat annoyed. Having kept him in the palace for too long, she had unconsciously begun to protect him from all sides, wanting to eliminate anything harmful as soon as possible. However, she forgot that he was the future strategist. Without the nourishment of power, her man would be like a tiger or leopard without its claws.

But she was still unwilling to accept it. For generations, women had been expected to obey their husbands after marriage and their sons after their husbands' deaths. Now she was just turning the social order upside down. If they were suffering so much just living in the backyard, what about all women? Did we all deserve it?

Ying Ji was somewhat irritated: "Don't you know whether your mother is happy or not? If she were happy, you wouldn't be like this."

Zhang Liang straightened up and smiled broadly: "That's right, if she's happy, shouldn't I be happy too?"

But Ying Ji felt an indescribable annoyance at the boy's smile, and pressed her hand to her mouth: "Don't smile like that, it's uncomfortable."

Zhang Liang ignored him, stood up and poured himself a cup of tea: "Princess, do you really like me?"

Ying Ji looked up at the starry sky and stared for half an hour. When she came to her senses, she felt her neck was stiff.

The physical discomfort was nothing serious; she just realized she was being too awkward. It was just a heart-to-heart talk between lovers, why overthink it?

He drank the remaining tea in Zhang Liang's cup in one gulp, then turned around and picked Zhang Liang up in his arms.

Zhang Liang was a little stunned. When he came to his senses, the two of them were already lying on the rocking chair, and he was being held in her arms. The woman behind him was a little cold, but her breath was a little hot.

Ying Ji's lips brushed against her ear, her voice tender: "I like you, I like you. Even if you want to see me, I will still like you. I will never let you leave me. You must stay by my side forever."

Zhang Liang turned around and nestled in the woman's arms, his eyes red-rimmed, like a little rabbit.

He stubbornly held back his tears, and bit the woman's lips with a rather fierce bite, only a few times.

Ying Ji felt her lips were bleeding, and in return, she left a ring of teeth marks on the boy's face.

Zhang Liang was indignant and wanted to bite back, but Ying Ji held him firmly in her arms, preventing him from touching the woman's cheek.

Finally, he opened his mouth and bit down on her shoulder, refusing to let go, as if venting something.

Once she calmed down, Ying Ji felt so much pain in her shoulder that she couldn't lift it.

"You little sharp-toothed fellow, you're not just for show, you're quite formidable in combat."

Ying Ji used her other hand to gently flick Zhang Liang's nose.

Zhang Liang dodged the question somewhat embarrassedly. Heaven knows how childish he had been just now; just thinking about it now made him feel awkward.

Seeing that Zhang Liang's mood had finally improved, Ying Ji hugged him and began to ramble on, recounting how she had been amazed by his first encounter, how she had ordered Han Fei to bind him, how she admired his talent, and how afraid she was that he would disappear without a word...

Zhang Liang never thought their first meeting was so wonderful, but he listened attentively and enjoyed everything his beloved did for him.

Even as night deepened, the two remained nestled together, chatting idly.

Suddenly, flashing lights approached, initially just one spot of light, gradually merging into a continuous expanse, until finally bringing down the entire starry sky.

Zhang Liang's eyes were filled with surprise. He turned his head to look at the woman, pressed his lips to her cheek, and then acted as if nothing had happened, admiring nature's masterpiece.

Ying Ji smiled mischievously and grabbed the boy's armpit to tickle him.

He could still hold it in at first, but then he laughed so hard he begged for mercy: "Princess, no... hahahaha... no... it tickles... hahahahaha... it tickles so much."

The two joked and played around for a while, and the atmosphere gradually warmed up under the moonlight, amidst the dancing fireflies.

Her lips met his gently, and in that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth and intimacy between them.

The result of their carefree night was that both of them caught a cold. Zhang Liang was already physically weak and had been carefully recuperating, which had helped him recover quite a bit. However, he ended up being out in the night wind all night.

He woke up with a high fever the next day, which made Ying Ji so anxious that she wished she could study literature and write a book. She said, "If you can't cure Zhang Liang, I'll make you all pay with your lives."

Fortunately, it was just a cold. In the end, Tuanzi exchanged for some special cold medicine, and it took three days to get much better.

Tuanzi felt a pang of heartache. It had borrowed 2000 gold from 010, that notoriously stingy administrator, and was owed 500 gold in interest after a year. Tuanzi felt so distressed that its fur was practically knotting up.