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

In this era, the status of hostages was far lower than in the Han Dynasty.

Although their lives are not usually in danger, being in a foreign land means being treated like a prisoner, and they may be humiliated due to changes in the situation.

The Qin and Zhao were sworn enemies, and the hatred brought about by the Battle of Changping was naturally directed at the hostage.

Ying Yiren was so poor that Lü Buwei took pity on him and regarded him as a rare commodity, which shows his plight in the state of Zhao.

After Ying Yiren left the State of Zhao, Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji, a widow and orphan, were left behind, and the hardships they endured were beyond description.

But before Zhao Ji actually said it, Ying Jing only knew that they had been bullied in the state of Zhao, but he didn't have a specific concept of it.

Even now, wherever Zhao Ji goes, she recalls the past and recounts the specific events of being bullied.

Even though many years have passed, she hasn't forgotten a single thing!

Perhaps the same was true for Ying Zheng.

Framed, deceived, suppressed...

An unhappy childhood truly requires a lifetime to heal.

Even a rational figure like Ying Zheng would have the idea of ​​personally leading an expedition, so it's no wonder that Zhao Ji couldn't let go of this knot in her heart and came to Handan herself.

She was never a magnanimous person, so how could she not retaliate?

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Feixue Pavilion.

Unlike other places where the doors are tightly shut for fear of attracting trouble, Feixue Pavilion is still brightly lit today.

As Luo Wang's stronghold in Zhao, this place need not worry about the impact of a large army entering the city.

The top floor of Feixue Pavilion.

At this moment, dozens or even hundreds of people were kneeling in this place.

Some were dressed in luxurious clothes and were clearly nobles, while others were just ordinary commoners.

However, Ying Jing, Xue Ji, Zhao Ji, and the other two remained indifferent and showed no pity whatsoever.

Those kneeling here are not innocent; they are all enemies of Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng.

Perhaps they received bribes and were acting under orders, or perhaps they had relatives who died in the war against Qin and could only vent their resentment on the Qin people...

It makes no difference; an enemy is an enemy.

Ying Jing accompanied Zhao Ji and led the Luo Wang (Net of Heaven) to find all these people in the city.

Some less important people were cremated on the spot, but Zhao Ji was unwilling to let them off so easily.

Ying Jing didn't care about the other party's identity; he simply ordered the entire Luo Wang to be captured and brought to Fei Xue Pavilion to await Zhao Ji's judgment.

The State of Zhao is about to perish. Tonight, there is chaos and war. No matter how high one's status is, it is useless now. There is no trouble in capturing them.

Zhao Ji ignored the kneeling enemies.

She had taken off her large crane cloak and was now sitting in front of a small table.

She rested her elbows on the table, her jade-like hands supporting her snow-white cheeks.

Ying Jing sat down with her on one side, while Xue Ji served them two freshly brewed Snow Top Silver Shuttle teacups.

"I heard that Chengjiao, Zheng'er, and Jing'er all like this. I'll have to take a good look at it."

At this moment, Zhao Ji exuded a perfect blend of languid charm and dignified elegance, her captivating eyes sparkling as she gazed at Ying Jing.

Ying Jing looked helplessly at the dark mass of people kneeling on the ground: "Empress Dowager, please finish dealing with this matter first."

Feixue Pavilion is such a large place that there's almost no room left for everyone to kneel. Only Zhao Ji would have the mind to enjoy tea.

"Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me!"

Upon hearing that they were to be dealt with, cries for mercy immediately rose up one after another, and some even kowtowed repeatedly to Zhao Ji, almost drawing blood.

Who would have thought that the mother and son who were bullied so easily back then would one day become the King and Queen Dowager of Qin!

What they didn't expect was that the State of Zhao would actually be destroyed by Qin!

The moment they saw Zhao Ji, countless people present were terrified.

"Spare my life? Heh."

The vengeful enemy he had been longing for was now kneeling before him; how he dealt with him was entirely up to him.

Zhao Ji looked at everyone with a half-smile: "Even when I suffered great injustice back then, I never begged you for anything."

Upon hearing this, the dense crowd kneeling on the ground was even more terrified.

Where does this feeling of being wronged come from?

Isn't it all their doing?

"They made me do it. I was just following orders. Please have mercy, Your Majesty!"

"I...I know I was wrong..."

Zhao Ji still did not give a clear answer. She simply rested her chin on her hand, watching with great interest the various expressions that ranged from fear and regret to flattery and fawning.

This is exactly what she wanted to see.

The Empress Dowager herself came to the State of Zhao and revisited this old place, just to witness this scene.

"Hmm, not bad, let's continue like this... Maybe if I'm in a better mood, I might actually give you a way out?"

Zhao Ji played with her bright red nail polish on her smooth, jade-like hands, her tone somewhat cheerful.

After enduring so many years of hardship, she has finally waited for this day. Shouldn't she watch it a little longer?

Even though they knew that Zhao Ji might just be toying with them, the people kneeling on the ground had no other choice at this point.

An elderly woman in fine clothes suddenly rushed out of the crowd, her jade-encrusted nail guards scraping the ground: "I am willing to offer a hundred pairs of gold-inlaid and silver-plated shoes, with luminous pearls inlaid on the toes, to beg the Empress Dowager Qin to spare my life!"

This is the woman who falsely accused Zhao Ji of stealing her shoes back then.

Zhao Ji frowned slightly: "You think you have a lot of shoes? You don't even know how to beg for mercy."

"Take her away, remove her shoes, and make her run a hundred laps around Handan without stopping for a moment."

Amid the old woman's unwilling cries, the two assassins from the Luo Wang organization forcibly dragged her away...

This scene immediately filled the remaining people with even greater terror.

Although Zhao Ji did not say she wanted to kill her, how could that old woman, at her age, possibly withstand such punishment?

I'm afraid I'll lose my life halfway through.

"Your Majesty, please spare us! We knew we were wrong back then!"

"Empress Dowager Qin, we already know we were wrong, and we shouldn't have taken our anger out on you..."

Zhao Ji nodded in satisfaction.

But after glancing at Ying Jing, who was secretly playing with Xue Ji's soft hands, he suddenly felt a little disinterested.

Punishing your enemies is certainly enjoyable, but nothing is as important as Xiao Jing'er.

"I see that you don't know you're wrong, you just know you're about to die."

Zhao Ji suddenly turned cold: "Little Jing'er, I'm a little tired. You can handle the rest."

Ying Jing was unconcerned about Zhao Ji's rapid change of expression; he was already used to it.

"Take them all away."

With a casual wave of his hand, Ying Jing gave no instructions on how to proceed.

But to escape alive from the snare is impossible.

The top floor of Feixue Pavilion returned to silence, with only Ying Jing, Xue Ji, and Zhao Ji remaining.

Seeing Zhao Ji's cold face, Ying Jing understood the problem perfectly well. He simply shook his head and smiled, "Xue Ji, you should go and rest too."

Xue Ji glanced at Zhao Ji with a strange expression. She had a feeling that the relationship between this high-ranking Empress Dowager of Qin and her husband was not so simple...

However, she was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions. She just suppressed her curiosity, obediently responded, and left on her own.

"What? Is that woman's hand very soft?"

With no one else around, Zhao Ji spoke so directly to Ying Jing.