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

Wei Jia strolled over to Zhang Liang's side, a slight smile on his face:

"Sir, you also like mastiffs?"

Zhang Liang stopped petting the dog, stood up, dusted off his robes, and said with a smile:

"I have a basic understanding; I've dabbled in it in my spare time, but I can't be considered an expert."

"Haha, no problem, no problem. I... I enjoy associating with people who love mastiffs. What do you think of my black mastiff, sir?"

Zhang Liang examined it carefully for a moment, then said with a gleam in his eyes:

"With robust limbs, sharp, interlocking canines, a sleek and agile physique, and youthful vigor, this is one in a million, truly a top-quality mastiff."

"Young master, you are truly blessed to have such a magnificent mastiff. I am filled with envy."

Wei Jia, with a smug smile on his face, laughed and said:

“Sir, you have a good eye. This mastiff was found by me at great expense in the far north.” Wei Jia’s eyes were filled with admiration for Zhang Liang.

"I hit it off with you immediately, but I still don't know your name."

"My name is Meng Liang, and I am from Shangdang in the neighboring country of South Korea."

“My name is Wei Jia, and I live in this city of Daliang. Since you are from the state of Han, why do you want to enter this city of Daliang?”

Zhang Liang's face showed resentment, and his voice carried a hint of bitterness as he said:

"After completing my studies at the Jixia Academy, I returned home with the intention of entering the Korean court to reform Korean laws and make Korea rise again among the nations."

But now the King of Han is incompetent, spending his days indulging in extravagance and pleasure. The military and political power of Han is controlled by Zhang Liang and Wei Zhuang respectively, leaving us commoners with no way to enter officialdom!

As Zhang Liang spoke, his previously relaxed hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and he spoke through gritted teeth.

When Zhang Liang got ruthless, he didn't even spare himself.

Wei nodded thoughtfully. He had learned a little about the current situation of Han from the King of Wei, and it was indeed as Zhang Liang had said.

He couldn't help but feel a little pity for Zhang Liang, a man with lofty ambitions but who was frustrated by his lack of success.

After a moment's hesitation, he spoke:

"Mr. Meng, rest assured, my Wei Kingdom will not be like that Han Kingdom. All those with ambition will have a chance. I share the same ideals as you, so why don't you come to my residence?"

Zhang Liang did not immediately agree, but shook his head and refused:

"Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Wei. Although I like mastiffs, what I want to do more is to use my talents to leave a few words in the history books."

Wei Jia laughed heartily, realizing Zhang Liang had misunderstood him, and then said with a smile:

"Sir, perhaps one can have both fish and bear's paw. I didn't tell you earlier that I am the Crown Prince of Wei, Wei Jia. Inviting you to my residence is to give you an opportunity to display your talents."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang's face displayed a complex mix of shock and astonishment. He bowed respectfully and said:

"This humble subject pays respects to Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Wei smiled and lifted him up, saying:

"Would you be willing to enter my residence, Your Highness?"

"Meng Liang greets Your Highness," Zhang Liang said with heartfelt admiration.

——Dividing——Line——

On Daliang Street,

Hou Qing, dressed in a white and red brocade robe, held a red fan in one hand, while Wei Ji tightly gripped the other sleeve of his robe.

Hou Qing said with a hint of helplessness:

"Miss, I'm not going to run away, you don't need to hold me like this."

"I don't care, you're responsible for protecting me closely, so you have to stay with me all the time."

Wearing a red ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), Wei Ji walked in front of her, turned her head, and playfully stuck out her tongue.

Although Hou Qing was helpless, he could only let Wei Ji pull him along. After all, he was now a guest elder. To think that he, a member of the Corpse Clan, was now forced to accompany Wei Ji shopping—life was unpredictable indeed…

Wei Ji pulled Hou Qing to a stop in front of a uniquely designed pavilion.

"Moying Pavilion? It seems to be a newly opened restaurant. Young Master, let's go."

Hou Qing naturally already knew that Moying Pavilion was one of the strongholds of the Bad People, and after hesitating for a moment, he said:

"How about we check out another place? This newly opened one, who knows how the food is?"

"I don't care, I'm going to try this place."

Wei Ji pulled Hou Qing inside. Before Wei Ji could call for anyone, a beautiful maid came over.

He said in a soft, respectful voice:

“Our master specifically instructed that he would like to host a banquet for you two. Please follow me, distinguished guests.”

Although Wei Ji was somewhat confused, adhering to the principle of never spending money if she could get something for free, she still dragged Hou Qing along and followed.

Anyway, with a master like Hou Qing around, nothing unexpected will happen.

In the top-tier private room, the table was laden with renowned dishes from all seven countries.

Ying Ziqing, dressed in a black robe, sat in the head seat, while Ji Ruxue, as usual, leaned against the wall not far away, holding the Suxin Sword, with an indifferent expression.

At this moment, Wei Ji and Hou Qing walked in. Hou Qing glanced at Ying Ziqing, then adopted a sullen and indifferent expression.

When Wei Ji saw Ying Ziqing, who was handsome and had an otherworldly air about him, she couldn't help but feel a little more at ease.

Wei Ji thought to herself, "A man who is this good-looking can't be a bad person."

“Princess, please have a seat,” Ying Ziqing said politely, but he selectively ignored Hou Qing, who was standing next to Wei Ji.

Hou Qing subtly pursed his lips and stood silently behind Wei Ji.

"What brings you here, Princess?"

"Hehe, no rush, Princess, please try this dish first. Although it cannot compare to the Wei family's, it is only slightly inferior."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ji did not refuse. She took a small bite of the dish, and a glint of light appeared in her eyes.

I never expected that these dishes would taste even better than those at the Wei residence. This Pavilion Master is truly a remarkable person.

Wei Ji's goodwill towards Ying Ziqing increased considerably. She coughed lightly and said:

"He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Ying Ziqing smiled calmly.

"It's just a meal, just to see the legendary Princess Wei, who is said to be as beautiful as the moon and as shameful as the flowers."

Upon hearing Ying Ziqing's praise, Wei Ji's pretty face flushed slightly.

Half an hour later, Ying Ziqing watched Wei Ji leave Moying Pavilion, her expression returning to its usual calm and composed state.

"What? You really just invited a young girl to dinner? I don't believe it," Ji Ruxue said from the side.

"Xue'er is so intelligent, how could she not guess my intentions?"

Ji Ruxue snorted lightly, "I am not like you scheming people. Those who are good at plotting are all dirty-hearted."

Ying Ziqing smiled faintly, raised his hand, and Ji Ruxue appeared beside him. Ying Ziqing embraced Ji Ruxue's waist, pressed his body close to hers, and stared into her eyes as he asked:

"Come... let me show you my heart..."

Feeling the warm, large hands around her waist and that masculine body, Ji Ruxue's face visibly flushed.

She lowered her head and gently pushed Ying Ziqing away.

"I...I'll go check out the branch headquarters first..."

As she spoke, Ji Ruxue's figure disappeared from Ying Ziqing's sight.

Ying Ziqing smiled slightly and murmured:

"Little girl, I'm not afraid of dealing with you..."

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