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

Ying Ziqing drank wine while being served by the beautiful concubines around him, watching the dancers gracefully dancing in the center of the hall, and then glanced at Ji Wuye, who was watching with great interest.

A cryptic smile appeared on his face.

"How boring," Ying Ziqing murmured.

With a clatter, the wine vessel made of precious jade in his hand shattered on the ground.

A look of panic appeared on the face of the beautiful woman serving beside him.

The singing and dancing at the scene came to a halt.

Ji Wuye looked at Ying Ziqing opposite him with curiosity, wondering what the Qin envoy was up to.

The King of Han, who was interrupted from enjoying the song and dance, first showed a hint of displeasure on his face, but after realizing that the source was Ying Ziqing, a sincere fake smile appeared on his face.

He turned to Ying Ziqing and asked with a smile:

"Qin envoy, are you not entirely satisfied with the song and dance?"

Ying Ziqing rested one hand on her knee and the other hand rubbed her chin.

He raised his eyes to look at Ji Wuye, and chuckled softly.

"I've heard that General Ji Wuye of Korea possesses an unparalleled and domineering swordsmanship that kills people. Why don't you demonstrate it to us on this joyous day?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuye on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, then angrily said:

"Qin Envoy, don't go too far! This general is not like Zhang Kaidi!"

Ying Ziqing remained calm, ignoring Ji Wuye's angry curses, and looked at King Han An with a gleam in her eyes.

King Han An glanced at the angry Ji Wuye and hesitated.

On one side was the Qin envoy with hundreds of thousands of fierce soldiers behind him, and on the other side was the general who held half of the military power of Han.

The King of Han, who was of noble character, did not want to offend anyone, but he had no choice. He was now essentially being put on the hot seat by this cunning Qin envoy.

Advancing is difficult, retreating is also difficult...

Ji Wuye glared angrily at King Han An, cursing inwardly:

"What an utterly incompetent fool! Is there any need for hesitation? What a spineless coward!"

Sooner or later I will…

Ying Ziqing remained silent, simply savoring the delicious food while quietly awaiting Han Wang An's answer.

Just as the atmosphere in the main hall froze,

Han Fei, who had been sitting in the corner, rose and slowly walked to the center of the main hall.

He bowed to both King Han and Ying Ziqing.

He said loudly:

"General Ji Wuye is a warrior of the battlefield, and his swordsmanship is only for killing enemies and has little to do with entertainment. In my opinion, it is not as good as the song and dance performance just now."

However, if Envoy Qin is interested in these things, and I happen to have some knowledge of swordsmanship, why don't we come down and explore them further?

The King of Han's eyes lit up, and he quickly echoed:

"Indeed, indeed. If Envoy Qin enjoys swordsmanship, I will arrange for the best swordsmen in Xinzheng to perform for you later. What do you think, Envoy Qin?"

Ying Ziqing raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips. Han Fei's sudden intervention did not surprise him.

"That's acceptable as well."

A hint of surprise and uncertainty flashed in Han Fei's eyes. Ying Ziqing had actually agreed so easily.

What exactly is he up to...?

The banquet continued, and Ying Ziqing did not make any further trouble, but calmly waited for the banquet to end.

After the banquet, the officials left the main hall one after another. As Han Fei stepped out of the palace gate, a familiar voice rang out behind him:

"Brother Han's words just now were quite witty and clever."

Han Fei turned to look at Ying Ziqing, whose expression was calm, and laughed, saying:

"Brother Ziqing, please don't tease me. As a subject of Han, my heart is naturally with the King."

"Oh? Han Chen, has Brother Han Fei already made his decision?"

Han Fei's playful smile vanished, and he said seriously:

“I was born and raised in this land of Han. I am first and foremost a citizen of Han, and only then a young master Han Fei. I can only apologize for your previous invitation.”

Noticing the change in Han Fei's tone, Ying Ziqing shook her head.

"Too narrow-minded, too narrow-minded, Han Fei. You and I grew up in the same world, but this world doesn't belong to Han or Qin; it only has one name."

—China!

A look of blankness and bewilderment appeared on Han Fei's face as he murmured, "China..."

Ying Ziqing was prepared for Han Fei's stubbornness.

Since we are not meant to be, there is no need to force it.

Even without Han Fei, Ying Ziqing could still have established his imperial ambitions, only lacking some shortcuts.

He walked out of the palace gate with his hands behind his back, leaving Han Fei, who was still in a daze, behind.

Under the dark night sky,

It was as if a faint whisper was emanating from within:

"If they can't be used by me, then let them leave the game sooner rather than later..."

In a shadowy corner of the Zheng Palace, Ji Wuye, with his back to the shadow, spoke in a stern tone:

"I want to see one of the Qin envoy's arms before dawn."

"Yes, General..."

Then a dozen or so black crows emerged from the shadows and flew towards...

——Dividing——Line——

As night slowly descended, the cool moonlight cast its glow, adding even more darkness to the already dim earth.

The carriage carrying Ying Ziqing sped along the deserted streets.

The carriage was driven by a coachman from the Han King's palace. Ying Ziqing did not bring Jing Xinmo to this banquet.

Just as the carriage passed a fork in the road,

A sinister and wicked smile appeared on Ying Ziqing's face inside the carriage.

"Hehe, I can relax my muscles now."

A scarlet mask suddenly appeared in Ying Ziqing's hand.

at the same time,

Dozens of whooshing sounds suddenly rang out, and the coachman was instantly riddled with arrows.

Without the driver's control, the carriage went out of control and crashed into the wall at an extremely high speed.

With a loud crash, just as the carriage was smashed to pieces, a dark figure darted out from inside the carriage like a flying sword.

Dozens of assassins dressed in black, their faces concealed, and wielding sharp swords, appeared not far from the wreckage of the carriage.

They watched warily as the mysterious figure wearing a demon mask leaped out of the carriage.

Countless black crows suddenly appeared in the sky, transforming into a young man dressed in a black robe with goose feathers, and slowly descended.

Ying Ziqing casually placed her right hand on the Greedy Wolf sword at her waist.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Ying Ziqing's eyes as she surveyed the heavily armed and ready-to-fight Hundred Bird Assassins.

A deep, hoarse voice came from beneath the scarlet mask.

"Mo Ya, how could Ji Wuye send someone like you? You've really disappointed me."

Mo Ya narrowed his eyes, glanced at the wreckage of the carriage behind Ying Ziqing, and said in a deep voice without wasting any words:

"Where is the Qin envoy? Tell me, and I'll spare your life."

"Haha...hahahahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Ying Ziqing suddenly reached out and pressed her hand against the mask on her face, laughing louder and louder, her laughter seemingly carrying a hint of madness.

Suddenly, the dark eyes beneath the mask were covered by golden light.

"Haha...ha...you guys?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ying Ziqing's figure vanished like a ghost.

The next second, it was already in front of Mo Ya.

And one hand firmly gripped Mo Ya's neck.

Enjoying the surprise and fear frozen on his face,

He said slowly:

"You think you're worthy to look me in the eye?"

Having said that, he suddenly tightened his grip on Mo Ya's fingers.

The next moment, Mo Ya's original body transformed into countless black crows that scattered in all directions, leaving behind a ground covered in black feathers.

The black crow, which had re-formed on the eaves, clutched its neck, where several clear red marks were faintly visible, and said with some difficulty:

"kill him!"

Dozens of Hundred Birds Assassins simultaneously drew their swords at Ying Ziqing.

Ying Ziqing stood rooted to the spot, a smile of excitement playing on his lips beneath his mask. He licked his lips, and the Greedy Wolf sword at his waist slowly unsheathed…

"The hunt begins!"