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

On the other side, on the bustling street, people came and went in an endless stream, and vendors selling all kinds of items enthusiastically called out their wares.

Such a bustling scene could only be seen in the state of Qi, which was indifferent to external affairs, and in the state of Chu, which had a thriving trade industry.

After all, although the Qin state was powerful, it was still slightly inferior to the Chu state in terms of commerce. As the state with the largest military force, Qin placed great emphasis on agricultural production, which led to the slow development of trade and commerce, not to mention the states that were frequently at war.

Dressed in the attire of a noble young master, Ying Ziqing strolled through the bustling city with a surrendered official in his arms.

Looking around at the lively atmosphere, Ying Ziqing recalled some fragments of his past life. He suddenly felt that after unifying the world, it was necessary to promote the development of commerce and trade without affecting agricultural production.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

The surrendered official held up two tempting, bright red candied hawthorns, tilting his head as he looked at Ying Ziqing.

"It's nothing." Ying Ziqing shifted her gaze to the candied hawthorns, a smirk playing on her lips as she teased:

"You're so old, why do you still like children's food?"

"What! I'm still young, okay? I don't care, I just love candied hawthorns." Her beautiful eyes stared at Ying Ziqing with hostility, and she forcefully bit the bright red candied hawthorn into pieces, as if she were biting Ying Ziqing herself.

The sweet and sour taste of the candied hawthorn brought a look of satisfaction to Jiang Chen's exquisite and charming face. She then stuffed another candied hawthorn into Ying Ziqing's mouth.

Ying Ziqing wanted to raise her hand to stop him, but the surrendered minister used his other hand to pull her away. Helpless, the candied hawthorn ended up in Ying Ziqing's mouth.

After chewing for a while, Ying Ziqing commented indifferently, "The taste is acceptable."

As he spoke, he devoured the remaining candied hawthorns, a barely perceptible hint of ease and pleasure on his face. At that moment, no one could reconcile him with the ruthless, cold-blooded, and decisive leader of the Bad Boys.

"See? I told you it was delicious," Jiang Chen said proudly, pouting.

Ying Ziqing gently tapped her head, then suddenly glanced into the distance. It seemed that some conflict had occurred ahead, and the area had been surrounded by onlookers.

Ying Ziqing glanced at it and then looked away. He didn't care about such matters or helping those in need. After all, he wasn't exactly a kind-hearted person.

However, he forgot about a woman's enthusiasm for gossip, and Jiang Chen pulled Ying Ziqing along, craning his neck forward.

In the center of the conflict, several ugly thugs surrounded a boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. The boy's face was filled with intense anger, like a wounded wolf cub.

"Give me back my purse right now!" the boy shouted angrily, clenching his fists.

One of the tall, burly thugs weighed the rather heavy brocade bag in his hand, a cold smile on his face, and said:

"Don't be fooled by this brat, everyone. He's the one who stole my purse. I caught him red-handed, and he's trying to turn the tables on me."

"Pah! You guys clearly stole it!" The boy waved his fist and was about to rush forward to snatch back the money bag, but was pushed to the ground by the other two thugs.

One of the fat thugs stepped heavily on the boy's chest, making it impossible for him to get up.

The surrendered official, watching all this from a short distance away, wore a look of resentment on his face.

"How outrageous! Three burly men bullying a skinny boy!"

The surrendered minister turned to look at Ying Ziqing, but seeing the expressionless face on his face, he ultimately did not step forward to help the boy out of the predicament.

She knew that Ying Ziqing disliked it most when she or someone close to her did such a thing.

Meanwhile, none of the onlookers stepped forward because these thugs were so difficult to deal with.

At this time,

A man wearing a straw hat and a raincoat walked out of the crowd and walked straight toward the thug who was stepping on the boy without saying a word.

Without any hesitation, he struck out with his palm, and the fat man staggered back several steps before collapsing to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The other two thugs, upon seeing this, did not immediately check on the fat man's injuries, but instead prepared to make a hasty escape.

Having survived so many years in this world, they still have a basic sense of perception and know that they have encountered someone they can't afford to mess with.

However, the man wearing a straw hat snorted coldly and reached out with his hands like claws, subduing the two thugs with a single hand before they could even run away.

He took the money bag from the thug and tossed it to the stunned boy.

"Hey, be careful next time," the man said in a slightly hoarse voice.

The boy nodded heavily. Just then, a squad of soldiers clad in silver armor and wielding long halberds trotted over and surrounded them. One of the men, who appeared to be a general, glanced at the surrounding crowd and shouted in a deep voice:

"Men, seize all these thugs who are fighting and causing trouble in the street."

The man in the straw hat shoved the boy, sending him several meters away. The others, thinking he was about to resist, rushed forward and used their halberds to restrain him.

The boy, ignored by the soldiers, gave him a deep look before retreating into the crowd.

Ying Ziqing watched this scene with a look of great interest on his face. When he saw the face of the captured person, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up into a smile.

"It turns out it was him..."

The man who had been led away in shackles not far away suddenly turned his gaze toward the crowd. He felt as if a cold and terrifying gaze had been watching him, making his hair stand on end. But when he turned around, he saw nothing.

At this moment, a beautiful maidservant came to Ying Ziqing's side, bowed, and said:

"Young master, Miss Huaying asked me to pass on a message to you: the person you wish to see is already waiting in the pavilion."

Ying Ziqing nodded slightly, took the arm of the surrendered official, and turned to leave.