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

In the Wang family mansion, Wang Jian sat under a giant tree in the courtyard, watching his grandson Wang Li brandish a long spear in the sunlight, a gratified smile on his face.

"Haha, not bad, not bad, you have a bit of the imposing presence I had when I was a kid."

At this moment, a man in his twenties with a composed face and wearing a brocade robe walked over with his hands behind his back. After saying a few words to Xiao Wangli, he put down the long spear in his hand and skipped into the room.

Wang Jian said with dissatisfaction, "Wang Ben, you brat, why do you always stop me from educating my grandson?"

A helpless smile appeared on Wang Ben's face as he sat cross-legged beside Wang Jian.

“Father, Li’er is still young, yet you’ve made him wield a long spear for an hour.”

Wang Jian, puffing out his beard and glaring, said:

"Hmph, back when I was his age, I would wield my sword and halberd for at least three hours a day. You mustn't forget what our Wang family relied on to make a living."

"I haven't forgotten, Father. The Third Prince who went on a mission to Korea has returned, and the King has directly bestowed upon him an eight-rank title as a reward."

The middle-aged Wang Jian stroked his beard and nodded, saying:

"Hmm, I've heard it. This Third Young Master is truly a man of few words, but when he speaks, he amazes everyone. I initially thought he was just showing off his courage, but I was wrong."

With such a gifted son as Your Majesty, the Qin Dynasty can at least maintain its prosperity for another hundred years.

Wang Ben nodded thoughtfully, then said firmly:

"Father, then I will decline Prime Minister Lü's invitation to the banquet."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian retaliated by giving Wang Ben a sharp slap, "You brat, you actually dare to have contact with Lü Buwei?"

Wang Ben shifted his position slightly backward and hurriedly explained:

This was his first contact with Lü Buwei.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian's expression relaxed, and he patted Wang Ben on the back of the head earnestly, saying:

“Young man, our royal family are staunch supporters of the monarchy and only respect the king. You must understand that at this sensitive time, one wrong step will be like falling into an abyss.”

Then Wang Jian changed the subject, "However, you should have more opportunities to talk to the Third Young Master. Compared to the Eldest Young Master, who is inclined towards Confucianism, I still think highly of this Third Young Master."

"Understood, Dad." Wang Ben couldn't help but admire his father in his heart. It seemed that there was still a lot he could learn from his father.

In the Lü residence,

Lu Buwei sat in his study, reviewing the rewards and honors announced from the palace, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his lowered eyes.

At this moment, a figure dressed in tight leather clothing, covered in fine iron scales, with a shapely figure suddenly appeared in front of Lü Buwei.

Without even looking up, Lü Buwei asked indifferently, "Jingni, how did things go?"

Wearing a silver mask, Jing Ni cupped her hands and spoke, her cold voice seemingly devoid of any emotion.

"Reporting to the Prime Minister, all twenty-eight assassins sent out have died, and the body of one of the top-ranking assassins has not been found."

Lü Buwei remained calm, as if he had expected all of this.

Lu Buwei put down the silk strip in his hand and said calmly, "Jingni, there is a new task for you to do."

Lü Buwei then informed Jing Ni of the mission, and Jing Ni responded coldly after hearing it:

"As you command, my lord."

Then the figure vanished without a trace.

Lu Buwei took a sip of the fragrant tea, and a confident smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Everyone has weaknesses, and greed and desire are the easiest to manipulate..."

He already knew that Ying Ziqing had not only forcibly abducted women in Xianyang, but also stayed at a place like Zilan Pavilion after arriving in Xinzheng... However...

Lü Buwei stroked his beard, a look of suspicion suddenly appearing on his face.

"If all that Ying Ziqing did was to make me think he was fond of women..."

——Dividing——Line——

After returning from the palace, Ying Ziqing took Yan Lingji and Bago out with her.

As for Jingxinmo and Zhang Liang, they stayed behind to oversee the relocation of the mansion.

On the streets of Xianyang,

Ying Ziqing and Yan Lingji walked side by side down the street, while Bago followed behind Ying Ziqing, his cold eyes scanning the surroundings to see if anyone had any ill intentions towards the commander.

Yan Lingji arrived at a small stall and watched curiously as the stall owner placed steamed potatoes on a stone plate and repeatedly pounded them with a wooden mallet.

(If you already have stockings, don't ask me why there are potatoes in Qin's Moon~)

The originally loose mashed potatoes became firm, sticky, and even stringy after being pounded repeatedly.

Yan Lingji tugged at Ying Ziqing's sleeve, blinked her beautiful eyes, and asked curiously:

"Young master, what kind of snack is this? I've never seen it before. It's so amazing! How did it become so sticky?"

Ying Ziqing looked at the potato cakes that didn't belong to this era and fell silent for a moment. Well, this time period really can't be defined arbitrarily.

"This is called Ciba. It is made by repeatedly pounding steamed potatoes to achieve its shape."

Yan Lingji subconsciously swallowed.

These sticky, chewy treats look delicious. Seeing this, Ying Ziqing asked the stall owner for three bowls of potato cakes.

Unexpectedly, Ying Ziqing had only eaten half of his own portion when Yan Lingji finished hers and was still not satisfied.

Ying Ziqing glanced at Yan Lingji, then at Bago, who was eating in small bites.

I can't help but wonder, how can there be such a big difference between women?

Ying Ziqing ordered three more bowls for Yan Lingji, but they were all eaten clean again.

At this moment, Ying Ziqing was already silently telling herself, "Being able to eat is a blessing, being able to eat is a blessing..."

After a while, Ying Ziqing continued walking down the street with a fat girl and Bago.

At that moment, there seemed to be some commotion ahead on the street.

Ying Ziqing had no intention of watching the spectacle; she was just passing by.

When Ying Ziqing and the others arrived and saw the scene before them, they realized what had happened.

Upon seeing one of the burly men carrying a giant sword, Ying Ziqing suddenly became interested.

This person might be of some use...

He said to Yan Lingji and Bago beside him:

"Wait for me at that wonton shop up ahead, I'll be there in a bit."

Then Ying Ziqing walked into the crowd.

At this moment, the burly man carrying a giant sword bound by iron chains looked at the arrogant nobleman in front of him and the group of lackeys around him. His dark face became impatient, but he still tried his best to restrain himself.

He said in a muffled voice:

"Get out of here, I don't want to fight here."

Faced with the difficulties posed by this noble young master, Sheng Qi, known as the Black Swordsman, tried his best to restrain himself. After all, he had committed capital offenses against the six states, but he did not want to go to jail as soon as he arrived in Qin.

The noble young master opposite him, however, was extremely aggressive.

"How dare you, you lowly commoner with your face tattooed, ram my carriage! If you don't leave behind an arm and the sword on your back today, you can go to jail!"

Upon hearing the word "jail food," a ruthless glint flashed in Sheng Qi's eyes. Rather than being sent to jail by this ant in front of him, he'd rather kill him, have his fun, and then go in himself.

Bonus chapter for Ye Huaichuan~ It's late but it's here! I've remembered all the bonus chapters I owe you guys.

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