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

As dawn broke, the convoy, hijacked by ghost soldiers, slowly drove into the city.

On the highest terrace of Zilan Pavilion,

Wei Zhuang, carrying the Netherworld Sword, appeared silently behind Ying Ziqing. Looking at Ying Ziqing, clad in black armor and wearing a Shura mask, his icy face remained expressionless as he said in a deep voice:

"General, what should I do?"

"Wei Zhuang, have you ever considered entering the Han court?"

Ying Ziqing looked at the convoy passing by on the main road below and said in a calm tone.

Wei Zhuang's expression froze upon hearing this.

"Does the General want me to secretly monitor the Korean court?"

Ying Ziqing shook her head, her tone flat as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

"No, I want you to take control of Korea and replace Ji Wuye."

A rare look of shock appeared on Wei Zhuang's face; Ying Ziqing's words had stirred up a storm in his heart.

This is not as simple as entering Korea to serve as an official. To control Korea, one must eliminate the Nightfall organization that has been entrenched in Korea for many years, and also control the King of Korea, making him one's puppet.

The difficulty of this task is comparable to ascending to heaven.

Yet Ying Ziqing spoke of it so casually. Looking at Ying Ziqing, who remained as calm as an abyss, Wei Zhuang's admiration for him only grew stronger.

Suddenly, I realized that with someone like the Great Marshal around, ascending to heaven might not be impossible.

He quickly calmed down and didn't ask Ying Ziqing how he could take control of Han. Instead, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice:

"Your subordinate will obey your orders, Commander."

Ying Ziqing hummed in response and then remained silent.

Wei Zhuang, meanwhile, stood quietly beside Ying Ziqing, carrying the Netherworld Sword.

a long time,

Ying Ziqing spoke:

"Later, go to Zhang Kaidi's residence and tell him that if he comes to Zilan Pavilion at 7 PM tonight, he can obtain the method to solve the case of the ghost soldiers robbing the place."

Wei Zhuang didn't ask any further questions, and cupped his hands in greeting:

"I will follow the Marshal's orders."

Ying Ziqing waved his hand.

Wei Zhuang then turned and left, leaving behind a solitary and proud figure.

Ying Ziqing removed his mask, revealing a calm smile on his handsome face.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing Zhang Liang, a man of great talent who can assist the emperor..."

In the early morning at the Korean court,

When King Han heard that the military supplies had been robbed by ghost soldiers, he was furious. Just like in the original story, under Ji Wuye's instigation, King Han ordered Zhang Kai to solve the case within ten days.

Outside the palace gates, Zhang Kai watched Ji Wuye's smug expression, seething with anger but daring not to speak out. He had already displeased the King of Han at the banquet held to entertain Ying Ziqing.

If he does nothing in this case of the ghost soldiers robbing the funds, he will probably face complete suppression.

In the future, he will always be overshadowed by Ji Wuye in the imperial court, and even...

Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Zhang Kaidi's forehead.

"Oh dear, why are you sweating so much in this cool weather, Your Excellency? Is the case of the ghost soldiers robbing the paychecks stumping you?"

Ji Wuye looked at Zhang Kaidi with a mocking expression on his rugged face.

"Hmph, I disdain to engage in a verbal battle with you."

He flicked his sleeves and strode quickly toward the palace gate.

Watching Zhang Kai's hurried retreating figure, Ji Wuye's lips curled into a smirk.

"Open your mouth wide, let's see how you fight me, hmph."

Back at his residence, Zhang Kaidi sat alone in the courtyard, not even bothering to change his clothes, scratching his head and racking his brains about how to investigate the case of the ghost soldiers robbing the funds.

The key point is that this case is really strange. How could military pay disappear so quietly, especially in full view of everyone?

Could it really be the work of ghost soldiers? Zhang Kaidi still didn't quite believe it.

At this moment, a young man dressed in a blue robe, with a handsome face and an air of scholarly refinement, came to Zhang Kaidi's side.

"Why does Grandfather look so worried? I wonder if Zifang can help?"

Zhang Kai glanced at his beloved grandson Zhang Liang, sighed, and said, "I have been ordered by the King to investigate a mysterious case."

He then told Zhang Liang the whole story.

After listening, Zhang Liang also frowned. "Grandfather, this case is truly bizarre and strange. Zifang is dull-witted, but there is one person who might be able to solve this case."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kaidi's cloudy old eyes lit up.

As if grasping at a straw, he hurriedly asked, "Who can solve this case?"

Zhang Liang paused for a moment and then said, "Ninth Young Master Han Fei."

Upon hearing that it was Han Fei, Zhang Kai's face showed a hint of suspicion.

"Han Fei? That young master who loves to drink and doesn't do any proper work?"

Zhang Liang cupped his hands and said, "Grandfather, Young Master Han Fei may seem idle and inactive, but in reality, he is hiding his talents. He is the favorite disciple of the great Confucian scholar Xunzi. Zifang once read his works at Xiaoshengxianzhuang. Only a person of great wisdom could write them."

Upon hearing that Han Fei was a disciple of Xunzi, the leading figure of Confucianism in the contemporary era, Zhang Kaidi reluctantly believed what Zhang Liang said.

Now we have no choice but to try anything, even if it seems hopeless, and go see this Ninth Prince.

At this moment, the steward of the manor hurried over, walked to Zhang Kaidi's side, and whispered:

"Your Excellency, a man outside the mansion who claims to be Guigu Weizhuang wishes to see you."

Zhang Kai narrowed his eyes. The disciple of Guiguzi had an expressionless face. He calmly ordered, "Bring him here."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Dressed in a black and gold warrior's outfit, Wei Zhuang entered the courtyard under the steward's guidance.

Zhang Kai sized up Wei Zhuang as he approached, noting his imposing gait and extraordinary bearing. He murmured, "He truly has the demeanor of a disciple of Guigu."

Zhang Liang sat silently to the side, observing Wei Zhuang in secret.

Wei Zhuang approached Zhang Kaidi.

He handed the Netherworld Sword from his waist to the butler, and stared at Zhang Kaidi calmly, saying:

"Guigu Weizhuang has come specifically to assist the Prime Minister."

"Oh? What do you mean by helping this old man? How do you intend to help?"

Zhang Kaidi and Zhang Liang exchanged a glance and slowly spoke.

"Tonight at 7 PM, there are clues about the case of ghost soldiers robbing supplies in Zilan Pavilion," Wei Zhuang said succinctly.

Wei Zhuang didn't show Zhang Kaidi excessive respect; disciples of the Ghost Valley School didn't need to respect anyone, not even a king. However, the Grand Marshal was an exception.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Zhang Kaidi and Zhang Liang's eyes, but they remained outwardly calm.

Zhang Kaidi said calmly, "Who from Zilan Pavilion wishes to see me?"

Wei Zhuang did not answer Zhang Kaidi's question.

"You'll know once you go, Prime Minister. I've delivered the message. Farewell."

After Wei Zhuang finished speaking, he retrieved the Netherworld Sword from the steward and turned to walk out.

Zhang Liang gave a wry smile: "Are all disciples of Guiguzi so domineering and decisive?"

“That’s right, that’s the consistent style of the Guigu School.” Zhang Kaidi seemed used to it.

His graying brows furrowed.

"What I'm even more curious about is who can command a disciple of Guigu and know about my current predicament. This person is no ordinary individual..."

He paused for a moment.

"Looks like I'll have to meet the person behind this." Zhang Kai sighed; he had no choice now.

"Zifang, do you know what the Purple Orchid Pavilion is?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang's face showed a strange expression, and he opened his mouth but did not speak.

Seeing Zhang Liang's expression, Zhang Kai asked in confusion, "What? Is there something strange about that place?"

“Um, Zilanxuan… is Qingguan…” Zhang Liang stammered.

Zhang Kaidi: "..."