In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

In the wooden corridor, Hua Ying wore a light purple dress, her fair and smooth skin faintly visible beneath a pink gauze shawl. Her figure was graceful, yet her movements exuded a composed air, like a dancer who deeply understood her mission.

Holding an elegant guqin, she gently knocked on the door.

With a voice as sweet as a nightingale's, she said, "This humble woman, Huaying, has come to play the zither for you, sir."

"Come in."

Hua Ying gently pushed open the door and saw Ying Ziqing sitting cross-legged, holding a teacup. A look of shock appeared in her beautiful eyes.

His handsome face and ethereal, noble air surprised even Hua Ying, who was used to grand occasions.

But she quickly came to her senses, lowered her eyes, and gave a polite bow.

At the same time, he subtly glanced at the surrendered official who was reading a medical book not far away.

She knelt down opposite Ying Ziqing, the guqin placed on the table, her delicate body leaning slightly forward, revealing a deep cleavage, and softly asked:

"What kind of music would you like to hear, young master?"

"Play what you're good at." Ying Ziqing said calmly, a hint of amusement in his long, narrow, sword-like eyes.

Upon hearing this, Hua Ying placed her slender hand on the strings of the zither. With a light touch of her fingers, the music flowed melodiously, like celestial music, filling the room. The sound was sometimes like a mountain stream, sometimes like a gentle babbling brook, and sometimes like a soft breeze and drizzle, making the listener feel as if they were in nature, experiencing the beauty of the world.

Ying Ziqing closed her eyes slightly, her fingertips rhythmically tapping the table. Not far away, the surrendered official put down his bamboo slips, glanced up at Hua Ying who was engrossed in playing, and murmured:

"His looks and musical skills are truly remarkable, it's a bit of a pity..."

In terms of musical skills, Huaying began learning from the former courtesan at the age of five. Coupled with her own intelligence, the music she played was not far off from Nongyu's, even if it was not quite as good.

After the piece ended, Ying Ziqing clapped his hands, his deep eyes fixed on Hua Ying, and commented calmly:

"The repertoire and piano skills are both excellent, but unfortunately, it lacks a certain soul."

Hua Ying remained silent upon hearing Ying Ziqing's assessment, offering no reply. Instead, she bowed respectfully, turned, picked up her guqin, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Ying Ziqing called out to her, "Why is Miss Huaying leaving? I have something I would like to ask of Miss Huaying."

Hua Ying stopped in her tracks upon hearing this and said softly:

“Young master, you flatter me. I am but a humble musician, and my skills are not good enough. I have no way to help you.”

Ha, she's quite petty. At this moment, Hua Ying is not as shrewd and cunning as she was in the original work, and she still carries a bit of arrogance.

Ying Ziqing chuckled lightly.

"You jest, young lady. I am here to discuss a business deal with the Zhu family, the head of Shennong Hall. If you are disrespectful because of this, I wonder how the head of Zhu will punish you."

Ying Ziqing's words, like a python, slowly coiled around Hua Ying's body.

Thinking of that fat, short figure, her legs trembled involuntarily, and a forced smile appeared on her face.

"I understand what you mean, young master. I will convey it to you. I also ask for your forgiveness for my impulsive actions earlier."

After the flower shadows faded, Jiang Chen instantly appeared behind Ying Ziqing, wrapping his arms around her shoulders with a look of curiosity on his face.

"How does the commander know that Hua Ying is from Shennong Hall?"

"In this world, there's nothing I don't know, as long as I want to..."

Ying Ziqing turned around and pulled the surrendered official into his arms, saying flippantly.

——Dividing——Line——

Hua Ying, shrouded in a black robe, was led by a guard to a courtyard.

Beside the stone table in the center of the courtyard sat a short figure with a "happy" face. This person was none other than Zhu Jia, the head of the Shennong Hall, the most powerful sect among the farmers.

Zhu Jia's mask wore a strange smile as he grinned and said, "Hua Ying, why did you suddenly send a secret letter requesting to see me?"

Hua Ying arrived before the Zhu family and, as usual, knelt down on the ground.

"Master, a man has come to Zui Meng Lou. He says he has a business deal to discuss with you."

The smile that had been on Zhu's face vanished, replaced by a deep, solemn voice:

"You mean, he knows that Zui Meng Lou is under my control."

"That seems to be true," Hua Ying replied truthfully.

The Zhu family's red, cheerful face instantly turned into a sorrowful blue as they paced back and forth in the courtyard.

"Drunken Dream Pavilion is an intelligence point that I secretly established. Even the other five halls don't know about it. How did this person find out?"

If the other five halls find out, it will be impossible to pass on information secretly.

Thinking of this, Zhu Jia's originally compassionate expression turned into a deep red anger, and he muttered to himself:

"In that case, I'll go and meet this man. If we can't reach an agreement, I'll just leave him here forever!"

Having made up his mind, Zhu Jia turned his gaze back to Hua Ying, who was wrapped in a black robe, and came up to her. Because of Zhu Jia's short stature, even when Hua Ying was kneeling, she was not much shorter than Zhu Jia.

He ripped off Hua Ying's black robe, revealing a pale purple silk dress underneath. Hua Ying simply lowered her head in silence.

Zhu Jia gently lifted Hua Ying's chin, then suddenly slapped her across the delicate face, instantly turning her fair cheeks red.

Suddenly, Ying Ziqing's words echoed in his numb mind:

"The repertoire and the piano technique are both excellent, but unfortunately, it lacks a certain soul..."

PS: Here it comes! I'm so excited! (￣e(￣))