The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Life in South Korea is similar to that in Hamyang, except there are more social engagements and assassinations.

Ying Ji looked at the wine cup in her hand and gently swirled it. The servant kneeling in front of her struggled. By the time Yuan Ge realized something was wrong, the Bad People had already subdued him.

Yuan Ge glared angrily: "Speak, who sent you?"

The servants stopped struggling. The man glared at Ying Ji, his eyes filled with malice as if she were his father's killer. His venomous gaze sent chills down one's spine.

Ying Ji waved her hand: "These are usually assassins. You won't get anything out of them by asking. Let the executioners practice on them."

The culprit nodded without saying a word and took the person away directly, escorting him back to Xianyang Prison. The criminals were becoming increasingly perverse, often indulging in interrogating prisoners. Although they always managed to obtain a lot of information, their superiors felt it was against the natural order and rarely allowed the criminals to do so.

The prisoner sent by Ying Ji excited the executioners again. They took the prisoner to a very clean cell with no torture or confinement, only empty, dark walls.

The hood was removed and tied to the rope in the center. The servant was not tortured and found it unbelievable. But every day he was surrounded by dark walls and hung in the air. He was only lowered when he ate, and could see a sliver of light through the crack in the door.

But soon, even that light disappeared. He was no longer bound in the center. Although he could move freely, the fear, helplessness, and the feeling that the world had abandoned him, caused him to start self-harming.

Because someone came in to apply medicine to him after he self-harmed, the smile on the man's face as he observed from behind grew even deeper. He licked his lips lightly and murmured to himself, "It's almost done, almost done, almost done. I really want to experience this kind of wonderful despair."

Over the next few days, the man became increasingly dependent on the doctor who was treating him. Even though the doctor never spoke, he would continue to self-harm if he couldn't see the doctor.

On the last day, the door opened, and the doctor, carrying a sword, walked into the dark prison. The man looked as if he had seen a god, tears streaming down his face. He began to cry loudly, repenting for what he had done and begging for the doctor's forgiveness.

The criminal removed the mask from his face and looked at the man clinging to his legs, crying and pleading wildly. His eyes were filled with a perverse pleasure.

He kicked the man away, but the man didn't feel sad at all. Instead, he rubbed against him like a dog, fawningly pressing his face against the torturer's feet.

"You were a spy from the Wu-Yue region, and you've been lying in wait in Korea for seven years?"

The man nodded frantically: "Yes, yes, you're right. I was arranged by the High Priest to infiltrate Korea. Not only Korea, but all seven kingdoms have our people. The High Priest didn't give us any orders, he just asked us to do our jobs well. Some time ago, the High Priest sent a message asking me to poison Ying Ji. It's true, everything I said is true."

The executioner kicked the man away, his posture casual as if he were teasing a cat or dog, but the man was afraid that the executioner would abandon him, so he lay on all fours on the ground and followed him closely.

After questioning the criminal multiple times, the results were told to Ying Ji.

Korean Dragon Inn

Looking at the secret letter from the executioner, Ying Ji felt something was amiss. Wu and Yue were located in remote areas, and even Ying Zheng only considered conquest after unifying the six kingdoms. Wu and Yue could only hold out for a while because of their terrain with poisonous insects.

But what on earth is this High Priest? Is he a transmigrator or a reincarnated being, or is there a second system in this world?

The more I thought about it, the more serious it seemed. I wished I could go back to Xianyang right now, but South Korea had just stabilized and the fighting on the front lines was intense. If I left now, it would be like I had come for nothing.

Just as he was frowning in thought, a message came from the Bad Guys, containing only six words: "[Zhao, Bai Changchuan has been poisoned]."

Ying Jiteng stood up abruptly: "Yuan Ge, carry the horse."

Yuan Ge was puzzled, but he still went to prepare the horses. Ying Ji handed over the affairs of Han to Gan Luo, and did not even take Yuan Ge with her. Instead, she had Yuan Tiangang as her personal bodyguard and headed to Zhao.

Zhao Guo Chi Li

Huan Yi led 100,000 soldiers deep into the rear of Zhao, capturing Chili and Yi'an, and the morale of the troops was greatly boosted.

In particular, news came from Pingyang that Wang Jian had killed Zhao general Hu Zhe and captured Pingyang, but unfortunately, Li Mu of Wucheng had sent troops to garrison it, making it impregnable.

All of this was originally good news, but the day before yesterday, Huan Yi received news that several captains and lieutenants stationed in Chili had been poisoned. There were about 10 people poisoned, which was not big news. It was confirmed that only these 10 people were poisoned, so he could only tighten his guard on the grain and fodder to prevent them from being poisoned. However, there was another piece of news when he returned to his tent.

The seal of the Bad Guys requires him to protect Bai Changchuan until the princess returns.

Huan Yi immediately ordered that all the poisoned people be placed in the clinic, and Bai Changchuan assigned someone to protect them separately.

However, the poison was very potent. Within a day, three out of ten people had died. The doctors tried their best to save them, but to no avail.

Three days have passed, and only two people remain dead.

Just as Bai Changchuan could no longer hold on and his face turned deathly pale, Ying Ji secretly arrived. The weathered woman went straight to Bai Changchuan's ward.

Pushing open the door, Ying Ji saw Bai Changchuan lying on the bed, his face gaunt, his clothes disheveled, and his body covered with marks from needle pricks and scratches.

Just as she was about to approach the man, Huan Yi stopped her: "Princess, be careful. This man is poisoned, his face is ashen, and he's foaming at the mouth. He'll attack and kill anything he sees. Not only that, he'll also mutilate himself in various ways. Even if his hands and feet are bound, he'll still bite his own tongue."

Ying Ji's heart skipped a beat: [This...this situation...it seems so much like an addiction to...poppies.]

The woman's brows furrowed more and more. Even if it was opium, how could this happen if it was only taken once? Judging from the situation, someone around her was supplying drugs.

Bai Changchuan slowly woke up and saw Ying Ji. He thought he was dreaming, and that he could only see what he was thinking because he was poisoned.

His hands involuntarily opened, wanting to hold the woman in his arms, but his body was terribly sluggish, like an old man who was about to die.

Ying Ji dismissed the man and stepped forward to grab his hands. Compared to the soft and smooth hands of the past, they were now covered in calluses, his nails were bitten and pitted, and his hands were even bitten until they bled.

With a touch of heartache, Bai Changchuan blew on his hands, his face blank, and suddenly began to cry.

Staring blankly at his hands, as if in disbelief, he seemed to feel a breeze on them.

He forced himself to look ahead and saw that the woman in front of him was the one he had been thinking about day and night. He hugged her tightly, afraid that he was dreaming.

"It's so good...it's so good to be able to see you before I die."

The man's voice was terribly hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat. But before he could even speak properly for a couple of seconds, his whole body began to tremble. Ying Ji could clearly feel that the man's muscles were tense, and after he pushed her away with great effort, his hands were spasming.

Ying Ji was now certain that Bai Changchuan had been deliberately poisoned with poppies by someone. Thinking about the origin of poppies, she was still puzzled. How could such a thing already be available now?

After Bai Changchuan's spasms subsided, he collapsed onto the bed. Soon after, his body arched, revealing large patches of skin. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Ying Ji with the gaze of a wolf king eyeing its prey.

Seeing someone about to pounce on her, Ying Ji took out her sword, used the blade to knock the person down, and then struck the back of the neck with the hilt, causing the person to faint.