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

The night sky resembled a thick, dark silk ribbon.

It completely enveloped the city of Handan.

The entire city seemed to be gripped by a giant hand hidden in the darkness, its throat held tightly.

On the surface, everything seemed calm, but in reality, a deathly silence permeated the air, almost suffocating.

The streets and alleys were deserted and desolate, with only the occasional bark of a dog breaking the night air.

But it was instantly swallowed up by the boundless tranquility, as if it had never existed.

Only within the magnificent royal palace were the lights blazing brightly.

Extravagant laughter and merriment pierced through the towering vermilion palace walls, drifting freely throughout the city.

But beneath this bustling and prosperous facade, the deep-seated, corrupt and decadent atmosphere grows ever stronger and cannot be concealed.

After King Zhao was coerced by Ying Ziqing into personally executing a group of loyal and important officials in the court,

He then succumbed completely, plunging headlong into the mire of debauchery and depravity, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.

He indulged in wine, women, and song day and night, and the imperial court was in complete chaos and disorder.

The ministers stood below the court, watching the increasingly mad and unrestrained King Zhao, their hearts filled with anger and worry. But under this pressure, they could only bury these emotions deep in their hearts, daring to be angry but not daring to speak out.

As time went by, the ministers' loyalty to the King of Zhao gradually crumbled.

They all began to harbor their own ulterior motives and plot their own escape routes.

On the outskirts of the city, in an inconspicuous, secluded mansion, the atmosphere was as heavy as the thick night.

Several ministers, dressed in magnificent brocade court robes, sat together.

The dim candlelight flickered gently in the breeze, illuminating their faces filled with worry and determination.

The leader was Li Bo, a veteran minister of the Zhao state.

His face was thin and haggard, and the years had etched deep and shallow wrinkles on it.

His deep-set eyes gleamed with a profound and sharp light, as if they could see through all the conspiracies and schemes in the world.

At that moment, he slowly raised his hand.

He gently stroked his already graying beard.

His brow furrowed slightly, and though his voice was low, it conveyed an undeniable firmness and decisiveness:

"The King of Zhao is now tyrannical and incompetent, completely disregarding the life and death of the Zhao state, while the Qin army is pressing in, eyeing us covetously."

The State of Zhao is now in imminent danger, facing a critical juncture of life and death.

As subjects of the State of Zhao, we receive the King's salary and should naturally share his burdens. How can we stand idly by and watch the State of Zhao march step by step toward destruction?

The most urgent task now is to establish a new king; only then can the State of Zhao be saved from this dire situation.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement, but their faces showed hesitation.

After all, this was a heinous crime of treason and rebellion. If the plan were exposed, they would face the annihilation of their entire family and even their nine generations of relatives. Who wouldn't feel fear and worry?

At this moment, the young military general Zhao Kuo couldn't help but ask in a low voice,

His face showed a hint of tension and unease; he unconsciously bit his lip slightly as he spoke, and his eyes were full of doubt and confusion.

"Although we are filled with fervent patriotism and a desire to save the nation and its people..."

However, King Zhao was heavily guarded, and the court was now filled with his trusted confidants and henchmen. If he was not careful, he would be doomed and fall into an endless abyss.

How should such an important matter be planned to ensure absolute success?

As soon as Zhao Kuo spoke, everyone fell into a brief silence.

Everyone was secretly pondering how to deal with the situation, and the atmosphere became increasingly heavy and oppressive.

Li Bo's eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the flickering candlelight in front of him, as if he could find a way to break the deadlock in the leaping flames.

After a moment of contemplation, he slowly spoke.

"We need to secretly contact loyal and righteous people from all sides and gradually build up our strength."

At the same time, it is essential to wait patiently for the right opportunity and avoid being hasty.

Otherwise, the slightest mistake could undo all the previous efforts and lead to complete failure.

After hearing this, the group discussed it in hushed tones for a long time, each offering their own opinion.

They continuously refined every detail of the plan until they were absolutely certain it was foolproof.

They quietly dispersed under the cover of night.

Meanwhile, in the dark and gloomy streets of Handan, two shadowy figures moved silently like ghosts.

It is the Black and White Impermanence of the Bad Guys,

The White Impermanence, dressed in a snow-white robe, stood out starkly in the pitch-black night.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, yet her eyes held a strange and alluring charm.

They seemed like soul-reaping messengers emerging from the depths of hell.

Black Impermanence was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit that tightly hugged his tall and burly body.

His taciturn nature exuded a chilling and sinister aura, and every step he took seemed to carry endless darkness and terror.

They were acting on Ying Ziqing's secret orders to infiltrate Handan undetected, attempting to disrupt the situation in Zhao and pave the way for Qin's conquest.

"Brother, these ministers really have the guts to rebel, but this is really letting us off easy."

Bai Wuchang covered her mouth and giggled.

The laughter was as clear and melodious as silver bells, yet it also carried a hint of the eerie, sinister cry of a night owl.

It was chilling. She laughed as she gently swayed her slender waist.

His eyes gleamed with a cunning and calculating light, like a sly fox.

Black Impermanence snorted coldly and said in a deep voice:

"Hmph, the Zhao Kingdom was already doomed, its edifice was about to collapse, and it was already teetering on the brink of ruin."

With just a little trickery, we can make them fight each other and fall into chaos.

At that time, the Qin army could advance unimpeded and conquer Zhao with ease.

Having said that, he slightly raised his head, gazing at the brightly lit palace shrouded in night.

A cold, sinister smile flashed in his eyes, as if he could already see the tragic destruction of the Zhao state.