The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Han Fei looked at the red background and gold lettering of the Dragon Gate Inn and his lips twitched: "The princess's naming is indeed a bit too simple and easy to understand."

Looking at the signboard, Ying Zheng sighed helplessly, "Let's find another one."

But Yingji had already returned from her carefree adventure. Seeing her shop, she clapped her hands and exclaimed, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and go inside! This was created by your older sister, hahaha, it's absolutely amazing!"

Ying Zheng was suddenly pushed and tripped over the threshold. Gai Nie noticed in time, supported Ying Zheng's back with his hand, and used his skill to straighten him up before they entered the inn.

Ying Ji grinned foolishly, feeling a pang of regret that Tuanzi wasn't there. After all, it was too iconic; everyone knew it was this auspicious beast.

Seeing Ying Ji grinning foolishly, Zhang Liang pulled her into the inn: "This is clearly a restaurant, why do you call it an inn?"

Ying Ji snapped out of her daze: "Oh, oh, this? There are a few rooms, mainly for dining. There are private rooms on the third floor specially prepared for you. You can come anytime you want. Those are for people who are drunk at night. They don't accept guests who stay at the hotel."

The Dragon Gate Inn was entrusted to Niu Dazhuang by Ying Ji. The name was common, but the interior was truly unique. It was a circular platform, with a separate platform in the center of the second floor used for performances, including storytelling, martial arts, dance, and singing.

To celebrate the holiday, Yingji didn't set any entry requirements on the first floor, and the number of people was ridiculously high. Some people even brought their own stools to watch the performance because there were no seats left. A plate of peanuts and a sip of wine were enough to keep them entertained for half a day.

The third floor offers a wide view and excellent soundproofing; you can barely hear any outside noise once the doors and windows are closed.

Ying Zheng looked at the foam between the door panels with some surprise and curiosity: "What is this? It can insulate sound."

Ying Ji smiled and said, "It was an unexpected surprise. It was discovered by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. It's a plant that can absorb sound. Old Liu and the others found it interesting, so they cultivated a lot of it, and I just took these and used them."

Ying Zheng then raised an eyebrow: "Academy of Agricultural Sciences? It can have such a function."

Ying Ji laughed heartily: "There's a lot you don't know. I've been cultivating cotton recently, but unfortunately for some reason, it hasn't yielded any results. I took a few young people to plant it in different places. If there are cotton trees all over the mountains and fields in the future, there won't be any more people freezing to death on the streets."

Ying Zheng remained silent, turning his head to look at the woman with an indescribable warmth in his eyes. He then turned to look at the jubilant crowd of people on the first floor, feeling that a day of leisure was not bad at all.

The cup is a celadon cup developed by the Mo family, with three or four small fish at the bottom. When tea is poured in, the fish at the bottom of the cup seem to be alive, which makes people feel amused.

Ying Ji held the still-infant Han Xin and leaned against the windowsill. His chubby little chin rested against the window, and his eyes held the lively and innocent spirit unique to children. He would ask questions curiously from time to time.

Han Xin had never had a father's protection since childhood and always felt somewhat insecure. Ying Ji's teasing of the child that afternoon made him cling to Zhang Liang with a sense of dependence.

Before making the move, they cautiously observed Zhang Liang's expression, as if they would shrink into their protective shell if he showed even the slightest impatience.

Looking at Han Xin, Zhang Liang felt as if he were looking at his younger self, cautiously probing his father's emotions, hoping to gain a little attention.

"Princess, you've been holding me long enough. Let me hold you for a while longer."

Ying Ji pinched Zhang Liang's handsome face: "Why call yourself a princess when we're out having fun? It's no fun if people find out your identity. Call me Madam."

Zhang Liang's cheeks flushed slightly, his eyes darting around: "Madam, bring the letter back to me."

Ying Ji smiled and placed Han Xin in Zhang Liang's arms. Han Xin was initially a little stiff, but when he saw Zhang Liang's gentle eyes, his ears turned slightly red. However, he was reluctant to leave his "father's" embrace, so Zhang Liang gently adjusted him into a comfortable position.

Seeing this scene, Ying Ji felt a pang of tenderness and pulled the gentlemanly-looking Fu Su into her arms.

"Little Fusu is growing so fast. He's only 9 years old and already so tall. But my younger brother is already 195 cm. Fusu might even reach 190 cm in the future. Oh, just thinking about it makes me happy."

Fusu pushed Yingji away: "Aunt, Fusu is all grown up now and can no longer rely on adults like a child."

Ying Ji seemed not to hear: "So cute, he's such a good nephew of your aunt." She hugged Fusu tightly and rubbed her cheek against him.

Su, a gentleman who is polite and courteous in front of others, has already mastered the true teachings of Confucianism at a young age. However, he was not taught by Chunyu Yue, but by learning from all the Confucian scholars and absorbing the essence of Confucianism. Moreover, he had to study Mohism, military strategy, agriculture, and law every week.

One may disagree with the ideas of other disciplines, but one must understand that some teachers who did not know Fusu's identity greatly admired him, even commenting that he already possessed the qualities of a gentleman at such a young age.

But this gentleman, who was recognized by all the masters, was like a child, his cheeks blushing with embarrassment, and he even flew into a rage. After getting angry, he was violently suppressed. He looked at his father with a pitiful puppy-dog eye, and was pretended not to see him, while he and Gai Nie were drinking tea.

Ying Ji bit down on Fu Su's chubby little face: "Hahaha, you still want to escape my clutches? You're far from it!"

At this moment, Niu Dazhuang rescued the poor little Fusu: "My lord, the show is about to begin. Would you like to take a look at the order form?"

Ying Ji took the performance list handed to her by Niu Dazhuang and ticked off a few that she wanted to see: "Let's put on these first, then add some interactive elements and give the kids some candy to sweeten their mouths."

Niu Dazhuang accepted it respectfully. He was very grateful to Ying Ji for saving their son and had long vowed to serve her with all his might. He was especially honored that his master was so kind-hearted.

The show started quickly, beginning with an eye-catching Qin dance – the dance moves were powerful and graceful, yet also strong and heroic.

Then a storyteller recounted the great achievements of the former kings of Qin, interspersing them with some anecdotes, which drew cheers from the audience.

Moreover, in order to teach and entertain, Ying Ji had storytellers create crosstalk by presenting some simple truths. At first, it was a solo crosstalk, but later she found that it was even more popular when performed in pairs, so she had her own regular partners.

After watching the performance, Ying Zheng nodded repeatedly. Ying Ji thought he was praising the performance, but the clueless man immediately started talking about politics: "Not bad. This kind of publicity is more effective. Next time, spread the advantages of weights and measures and integrate the law. I believe it will reduce the number of criminals."