The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Sinzheng, South Korea

Ying Ji had already received the secret letter from the Bad People, but she never expected that in just one month, the Zhao army's decline would be so obvious.

Bai Changchuan was helping to style the hair with a comb when he saw the person fidgeting. He poked the back and said, "Don't move, it's all messed up."

Helpless, the woman straightened her back, letting the man's fingertips run through her hair. Her jet-black hair was wrapped around his fair and soft fingers, making it impossible to look away.

Since their nightly revelry, the two have become even closer. Ying Ji kept Renju in the room only to ensure there would be no aftereffects.

When people have free time, they want to find something to do. He was studying military strategy books when he saw Yuan Ge doing Ying Ji's hair. He thought it was quite simple, and he couldn't resist asking for help.

Ying Ji didn't say no, so she just did as she was told.

Having received Yuan Tiangang's secret letter, they no longer concealed their relationship, and the two harmoniously went about their own business.

The system's secret medicine is indeed effective; the man's skin is now much better than Ying Ji's.

However, he was unhappy that the calluses he had worked so hard to develop were gone. He was coaxed for a long time and promised to make him a set of exclusive weapons before he was happy.

Holding the secret letter, Ying Ji's eyes lit up with joy: "It seems we can take over Zhao this year. Once Zhao is destroyed, the other four states will be no match for us."

Bai Changchuan struggled against the black hair in his hand: "It's all your fault. I could have earned military merit this time, but you forced me to stay in South Korea."

Ying Ji deliberately brought up the topic: "The front-line supplies are almost exhausted. This time, come with me as the supply officer."

The man beamed, tossed aside the hair he was holding, and leaned in to kiss it: "I knew you were the best to me."

Seeing how smoothly the man was acting coquettish, Ying Ji teased him by loosening the belt around his waist.

The gesture, which was clearly suggestive, caused the surrounding palace maids to retreat on their own.

Bai Changchuan's ears turned red: "We're not out of medicine."

Ying Ji raised her eyebrows, stood up and kissed his thin lips, only letting go after Xiao Chuan Chuan saluted her.

"The medicine is gone, but the person is still here."

The man, unwilling to have his embarrassing situation discovered, turned and walked away.

But a woman can't resist a dog; he grabbed her waist with one arm, picked her up, and carried her to the bed.

After fussing until midnight, Ying Ji got up, kissed the sleeping Bai Changchuan, tidied herself up, and went to attend the banquet.

The State of Zhao has been acting very strangely lately. Not only has it gone to the State of Qi, but it has also desperately sought help from the State of Han. Ying Ji had no choice but to come and watch the drama unfold.

We must also annihilate the King of Han's wavering intentions in one fell swoop.

Although South Korea's intervention will likely not cause too much trouble, it's still quite unsettling.

At the banquet, Honglian was the first to come and greet us: "Sister Ying, you haven't looked for me in a long time. I thought you weren't coming today either."

Ying Ji familiarly grasped the delicate, boneless hand of the beautiful Honglian and patted it: "I missed you, so of course I had to come and see you."

Honglian chuckled, "Sister Ying, you're always trying to make me happy. Everyone knows you've been keeping a mistress away these past few days, you haven't had time to think about me."

Ying Ji tapped Hong Lian's delicate forehead: "You naughty girl, you know it but you still have to say it."

Honglian pouted: "You value romance over friendship."

Ying Ji touched the lips of the beauty. Although her hands were empty, a red coral double happiness hairpin appeared as she turned it.

Honglian's eyes lit up, showing her appreciation for both the magic trick and the large, coral-shaped gemstone.

"Sister Ying, is this for me?"

Ying Ji nodded and personally put it on for her: "It looks beautiful. Honglian will definitely become a princess who can stand on her own in the future."

Honglian's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes filled with longing: "I really hope that I can be like Sister Ying in the future."

Ying Ji pulled the person into the hall: "It will happen, as long as you want it. Hong Lian, you are more resilient and self-reliant than you think."

Honglian blushed slightly at the compliment and eagerly took out the embroidered sachet she had made: "This... I made this a few days ago when I was bored. It contains calming herbs that can help you sleep better."

Honglian looked as charming and adorable as a little girl. Yingji smiled and took it, even smelling it with the tip of her nose. Her eyes were full of admiration: "You're so thoughtful. I like it very much and I really need it."

But she didn't wear it on her body; she only had a slightly worn-out purse with a red plum blossom on it. The plum blossom was crooked and crudely made, but it couldn't hide the sentiment behind it.

Honglian didn't mind any of this. She happily pulled the person to sit in the head seat, her face full of excitement as she shared her little secret: "I heard that the people from Wei are here again at today's banquet. They were kicked out by Father last time, but I didn't expect them to have the nerve to come. Is Father getting senile?"

The girl stuck out her tongue, looking so cute that you'd never guess she'd just been complaining about her father.

Ying Ji naturally already knew this, so she still attended the banquet.

As a half-protagonist myself, some of the more narrow-minded people in South Korea were still trying to please both sides and were unwilling to offend the State of Wei.

Wei Wuji was now seated, all the important figures had arrived, and the show was about to begin.

First came the warm-up performances, with songs and dances to liven things up. After a while, they all became the same. But as the drinks flowed, the atmosphere gradually became more lively.

Amidst a tangled web of interests, beneath the glamorous and bustling facade, their true colors begin to be revealed.

King Han had only drunk a few cups and was already a little tipsy. When he saw Wei Wuji, he raised his cup and said, "Prime Minister Wei has come from afar. I am not a good drinker and cannot greet you properly. Please relax, please relax."

Wei Wuji smiled and showed no displeasure: "Wuji thanks King Han for his consideration. I was rude for coming without bringing a formal invitation. I will punish myself with three cups."

Seeing that Wei Wuji had given him enough face, King Han stopped and turned to Ying Ji instead: "Princess Danyang, how was today's song and dance?"

Ying Ji fiddled with the prayer beads in her hand, exchanging glances with the King of Han: "The Han dance is exquisite, but it gets boring after a while. Let's try something more interesting."

The King of Han laughed heartily: "Indeed, indeed. I've seen too much of this and it's all become boring. Compared to Xianyang, Han is still weak."

Ying Ji took a sip of tea: "That's true."

When King Han saw that Ying Ji's attitude was so harsh, his expression changed, but he still held back: "Xianyang has fertile land, produces many talented people, and is more military-minded and martial. The people of Han are indeed not comparable."

Ying Ji didn't respond, but instead chatted with Hong Lian beside her.

The King of Han felt ignored, and his anger, along with the wine, seemed to ignite a fire within him, causing him to involuntarily think about what Wei Wuji had mentioned earlier.

[Qin has repeatedly asked to pass through my territory; isn't this just trampling on my dignity? If I weren't outmatched, I would have crushed Xianyang. Hmph, since they're not planning to send troops, borrowing some grain is no problem. The real issue is how to avoid Qin's spies.]

After the banquet ended, Honglian reluctantly parted ways, and Yingji was escorted back to the inn by Yuange.

The King of Han and Wei Wuji met privately and reached an agreement. They talked until midnight before returning to the official residence.