Qin Dynasty: Starting with clinging to Zhao Ji's thigh

In the lobby of the post station.

Lord Changxin sat upright in the seat of honor, while Li Wu served tea to him.

Zhen Gang stood respectfully in the center, holding his sword in one hand, his eyes remaining calm and his expression indifferent.

"Tell me, what has Zhao Jia done?"

Ying Jing took a sip of the tea served by Li Wu, a smile in his eyes.

Three days ago, he had already ordered Luo Wang to keep a close eye on Zhao Jia, and now he finally had some news.

“Young Master Jia has shown no unusual behavior these past few days, but today he suddenly and secretly summoned his elite guards.”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he dropped a bombshell.

"Summoning assassins? What is he planning to do?"

Ying Jing frowned slightly: "Could it be...?"

He suddenly had a guess.

"According to Gongzi Jia's secret order, at midnight tonight, set fire to Feixue Pavilion."

Zhen Gang's answer ultimately confirmed that Ying Jing's guess was correct.

Since he couldn't keep the marriage agreement and marry her as his principal wife according to the traditional three letters and six rites, nor could he go back on his word and ruin his reputation, this was the only option left.

When a person dies, the marriage certificate naturally becomes invalid.

Ying Jing remained silent for a moment.

Jing Dashanren couldn't bear to see such human suffering.

After a moment, he slowly exhaled: "Young Master Jia is a ruthless man, someone who can accomplish great things!"

As he spoke, Ying Jing looked at Li Wu beside him and suddenly smiled: "It seems that I have won this bet."

Thinking of the bet that the emperor whispered in her ear that day, Li Wu suddenly felt weak all over. Her eyes sparkled, her pupils seemed to shimmer with autumn water, and a slight blush rose on her face.

"Does Your Majesty intend to intervene in this matter?"

Li Wu could only quickly change the subject; if she continued thinking about it, she would simply collapse into the Emperor's arms.

Ying Jing knew what was important and what wasn't urgent. Now was not the time to fulfill his bet with Li Wu, so the topic returned to Zhao Jia's matter.

"On that day at Feixue Pavilion, I proposed to sign the marriage certificate as a witness with Gongzi Qian, hoping that Miss Xueji could have her wish fulfilled."

At this point, the benevolent Jing sighed softly, "Unfortunately, my good intentions have backfired."

"I wish to act as a gentleman and help others achieve their goals, but unfortunately, Young Master Jia is not appreciative."

Jing Dashanren was almost unable to control his expression, so he could only lower his head to prevent anyone from seeing his guilty and almost laughing look.

Jing Dashan was truly remorseful, but his remorse was so intense that he couldn't control his expression.

It's definitely not an act!

In fact, Ying Jing had considered that Zhao Jia might change his mind after sobering up.

They persuaded her with reason and emotion, taking her as a concubine, or they used coercion and enticement to force Xue Ji to leave the State of Zhao.

Ying Jing had considered all of these things, but he never imagined that Zhao Jia would go to such extremes!

After all, according to the intelligence of the Luo Wang, Gongzi Jia has always been dutiful, virtuous, and has the demeanor of a gentleman. He has a very good reputation among both nobles and common people.

As for his drunken outburst that night, Ying Jing could actually understand it.

When Zhao Qian, representing the King of Zhao, received the envoy from Qin, the message he conveyed was already very clear: was it forbidden for them to drown their sorrows in alcohol?

Seeing Lord Changxin's extremely guilty expression, which he was almost unable to control, Li Wu felt a tremor in her heart and felt a pang of heartache.

She comforted him, saying, "Your Majesty, you meant well, so there is no need to blame yourself. It is all Gongzi Jia's fault. He acted immorally after drinking and then tried to silence him. It is only right that King Zhao deposes him from his position as crown prince."

Ying Jing gently shook his head, bravely admitting his mistake: "If you've made a mistake, you have to admit it!"

"If I hadn't intervened, at most Young Master Jia would have regretted it after sobering up, but he wouldn't have resorted to such a desperate measure as to silence Fei Xue Pavilion. Since this matter concerns me, I cannot sit idly by."

Jing Dashan is a responsible person.

Since we've already participated, we must see it through to the end.

You should make amends for the mistakes you made.

Unlike Zhao Jia, who, instead of making amends for his mistakes, simply killed the person, believing that "death absolves all debts."

Lord Changxin feels he needs to bear some responsibility for the disaster that befell Feixue Pavilion today.

"Zhen Gang, what time is it now?"

For three days in a row, Ying Jing stayed at the post station with Li Wu, and he lost track of time.

"Your Majesty, it is already past 9 PM."

Masato remained standing calmly in the center of the field, expressionless.

Ying Jing suddenly raised his head, looking much more energetic.

Hai hour? Isn't that almost midnight?

……

Feixue Pavilion.

The dance hall was not a place for pleasure, and it had already closed by midnight.

The dancers inside the pavilion had all gone to rest, and all the lights had been turned off.

But the Snow Maiden did not fall asleep.

She was exhausted from practicing dance, but she couldn't fall asleep.

Because she was cursing someone viciously.

A... very good-looking, but very bad person!

"It's all that big bad guy's fault!"

She held a small figure in her hands, with a strip of cloth attached to it bearing three small characters from the Zhao state: Lord Changxin.

The little snow woman would pinch and pat the little figure from time to time, seemingly venting her resentment.

It's because of this scoundrel that Sister Yuki is getting stricter and stricter with him!

In the past, Sister Xueji said that she was still young and only needed to practice dancing for two hours a day.

Now, a full four hours have passed!

"Five years..."

Little Snow Girl remembered the conversation between her sister Snow Princess and that big bad guy that day: the big bad guy would come back in five years to see her dance.

"When the time comes, I'll be just like Sister Yuki, I'd rather die than jump, making you wait five years for nothing, and making you furious, you big bad guy!"

Thinking about it this way, Xiaoxue Nu couldn't help but bury her head in the blanket and laugh out loud.

Children's happiness is that simple.

pity……

This kind of happiness will soon disappear.

"So hot……"

Little Snow Woman suddenly felt a little hot.

However, it is now autumn or winter, and it is nighttime.

I gently raised my eyes and saw that the lights outside the window had already come on sometime earlier.

Light...firelight...

A crimson fire serpent soared into the sky, tearing at every inch of the building.

Fire!

The Snow Maiden finally realized what was happening.

"Sister Yukihime!"

Little Snow Maiden panicked and hurriedly ran out of the room, her only thought being to find her master as soon as possible.

Inside Feixue Pavilion, the fire was gradually spreading, and thick smoke was gradually filling the pavilion.

Many of the dancers were immediately awakened.

Screams, cries of alarm, and calls for help rose and fell.

The entire Feixue Pavilion was in complete chaos.

As the most famous dance pavilion in the Zhao state, Feixue Pavilion was sought after by many nobles and merchants from the seven states. Its architecture was luxurious, elegant and beautiful.

But now, they will all turn into a pile of scorched earth.

"Am I still too late...?"

Looking into the distance at the raging fire that had already shot into the sky, Jing Dashan sighed softly.

A truly virtuous person cannot bear to see such human suffering.