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

In the early morning when the sun is just rising,

Yan Lingji subconsciously pouted her pink lips, her smooth, jade-like arms tightly wrapped around Ying Ziqing's neck.

Ying Ziqing raised her hand and pinched Yan Lingji's soft cheek.

His tone carried a hint of helplessness:

"Why are you holding me so tightly? Are you afraid I'll run away?"

"Ah~"

Yan Lingji frowned slightly, and bit down on Ying Ziqing's wrist, leaving a faint red mark.

She gave a coquettish laugh, her tone tinged with a hint of resentment:

"It's because the young master is nowhere to be seen all day long. I've been in Xinzheng for so long and haven't yet tasted any of the city's delicacies."

Ying Ziqing gently stroked Yan Lingji's soft black hair in a soothing manner.

"Then how about I accompany you to stroll around Xinzheng City today?"

"Oh, how kind you are, young master!"

A smile of unparalleled beauty bloomed on Yan Lingji's already stunning face.

Looking at Yan Lingji's smile, Ying Ziqing seemed to understand why King You of Zhou lit the beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords, all to win a smile from Bao Si.

"Ling'er,"

"kindness?"

"Please help me suppress my internal energy again..."

"Ah... um~"

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Wearing a long, fiery dress, Yan Lingji looked like a naive little girl, clinging to Ying Ziqing's arm as they strolled around, looking here and there.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Ying Ziqing specially asked Jingxinmo to make a human skin mask for Yan Lingji.

After all, it's in Xinzheng, the royal capital of South Korea.

If he couldn't resist killing a few fools, it would be a bit troublesome. Ying Ziqing hated doing unnecessary and troublesome things.

Yan Lingji arrived at a shop selling sweet cakes, sniffed the fragrance emanating from the osmanthus cakes, and looked at Ying Ziqing with her charming and lively eyes.

The shopkeeper seemed to notice the elegantly dressed Ying Ziqing, and rubbed his hands together, asking with a smile:

"What would you like to eat, young master? Our shop has osmanthus cake, mung bean cake, black date cake..."

Ying Ziqing casually tossed out a small gold ingot and gave a nonchalant order:

"Give me a little of everything in the store."

The shopkeeper accepted the gold ingot, his smile growing even more respectful, and said with a smile:

"Please wait a moment, young master, we will pack it for you shortly."

Before long, Ying Ziqing had a large bag of pastries wrapped in oil paper in her hand.

Ying Ziqing turned her head and glanced at the Mirror Heart Demon not far behind her.

The latter understood and immediately stepped forward to take the package.

Ying Ziqing and Yan Lingji continued walking forward.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from ahead.

A troop of fully armed imperial guards, wielding long spears, approached from a distance. Pedestrians around them quickly made way for them, and Ying Ziqing also pulled Yan Lingji aside.

Yan Lingji was still standing on tiptoe, curiously peering in that direction. Looking at Yan Lingji's childlike demeanor...

Ying Ziqing shook her head and smiled. It seemed that no one could resist watching a good show.

Yan Lingji looked at the imposing group of imperial guards, then gently scratched Ying Ziqing's hand while holding his small hand.

Curious, he asked, "Young master, these armored soldiers seem much stronger than the previous ones. If you were to take action, how long would it take to deal with them?"

Ying Ziqing raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's just one sword strike."

His tone was extremely calm, yet carried a hint of composure.

Yan Lingji's eyes sparkled; she didn't know why, but she just loved Ying Ziqing's domineering manner.

This elite guard unit is capable of taking down a master at the early stage of the Innate Realm within the capital city of Xinzheng. However, if a master at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm were to make a move, this elite force would be doomed.

Not to mention Ying Ziqing, who is at the peak of the Innate Realm and even has one foot in the True Spirit Realm, he could be destroyed with a flick of the wrist.

"Ling'er, you should be close to the mid-stage of the Innate Realm by now, right?"

"Of course, I've been cultivating diligently every day, but I still find it a bit difficult to break through."

Yan Lingji said, her face flushed.

In fact, she hadn't been cultivating properly since she started dual cultivation with Ying Ziqing, because one session of dual cultivation with him was equivalent to a long period of her arduous cultivation, so Yan Lingji took a little break.

Ying Ziqing tapped her little head and said in an annoyed tone:

"Cultivate diligently and don't be lazy. If you become too weak one day, I might not want you anymore."

Upon hearing Ying Ziqing say that she was too weak and he would no longer want her, a faint mist welled up in Yan Lingji's eyes.

He kept his head down and didn't say anything, his lips tightly pursed.

Yan Lingji didn't know when it started, but she found herself unable to live without Ying Ziqing. Perhaps it was the tenderness beneath his domineering exterior, or perhaps it was the sense of security his strength gave her that she could lean on.

Yan Lingji had already decided in her heart that he was her lifelong partner.

Noticing that something was wrong with Yan Lingji, Ying Ziqing gently stroked her cascading black hair with his fingers.

Said softly:

"Idiot, I was just kidding."

Yan Lingji punched Ying Ziqing's chest with her small fist in embarrassment and annoyance. Ying Ziqing could only accept it with a wry smile, after all, saying the wrong thing also had to come at a price.

At this time,

Ying Ziqing spotted a familiar figure among the Imperial Guards.

Just as Ying Ziqing looked at that figure, the person turned around and met Ying Ziqing's gaze.

A smile appeared on both of their faces at the same time.

The man stepped past the imperial guards beside him and approached Ying Ziqing.

With a flick of his sleeve, he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said:

"Brother Ziqing, we meet again."

"Brother Han, you certainly have quite the grand entrance."

Ying Ziqing glanced at the Imperial Guards standing neatly behind Han Fei and said indifferently.

"Haha, Brother Ziqing, you are joking. I came here specifically to see you."

"Oh, you've brought so many Imperial Guards to see me?"

"Oh dear, Brother Ziqing, I had no choice. These soldiers were all arranged by Father, probably to save face at the city gate a few days ago. Please forgive me, Brother Ziqing."

"Hehe, you're quite straightforward."

Han Fei took out a yellow scroll of imperial edict from his robes and handed it to Ying Ziqing.

"Brother Ziqing, Father is hosting a welcome banquet for you at the Zheng Palace tonight. You must come, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to Father," Han Fei said with a mournful face.

Han Fei put on a pitiful expression.

Yan Lingji silently tugged at Ying Ziqing's sleeve and pulled him back a few steps, staring at Han Fei with unfriendly eyes.

Like a protective mother hen.

Ying Ziqing shook her head and chuckled, her dark eyes looking at Han Fei. After a few seconds, she said:

"I'll be there."

Ying Ziqing raised his hand and accepted the royal decree handed to him by Han Fei.

Han Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. In fact, he was not confident when he spoke up. After all, even Prime Minister Zhang Kaidi had been humiliated by Ying Ziqing, the Qin envoy. He had only taken on this task with a heavy heart.

"Brother Ziqing, we'll meet again tonight."

Ying Ziqing casually waved his hand and tossed the royal decree to the Mirror Heart Demon not far away.

Yan Lingji, standing behind Ying Ziqing, pouted unhappily and glared at Han Fei, who was delivering the imperial decree. She thought to herself that it was all because of this man that she couldn't enjoy shopping with her young master.

Ying Ziqing turned to look at Yan Lingji and gently patted her forehead.

"Let's continue shopping."

Yan Lingji revealed a surprised expression, her soft and charming voice carrying a hint of joy.

"Alright, young master, let's go try the pie at that shop up ahead."

Looking at Yan Lingji pulling him forward, Ying Ziqing smiled helplessly.

How did I end up with such a little foodie...?

Silently following behind as a follower, Jingxinmo watched her master and his consort get along so well, and a relieved smile appeared on her pale face.

It seems my divination skills are quite profound...