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

Late at night, at the post station.

When I returned from Feixue Pavilion, it was already past 1 AM, almost 3 AM.

Ying Jing sat upright in the hall.

Below, Zhengang, Luanshen, and Wangliang stood respectfully, their bodies ramrod straight.

The way they looked at Lord Changxin was completely different from their usual calm and lifeless gaze; it was now filled with a hint of fanaticism.

Surrounded by purple aura, with a dragon atop his head, he regarded the sea of ​​fire as nothing.

Amidst the raging flames, Lord Changxin managed to remain for nearly an hour, and even had the strength to protect the others.

Perhaps Xue Ji or other dancers in Fei Xue Pavilion thought that Chang Xin Jun was very powerful and had high martial arts skills.

But that's all.

As the top-tier members of the Luo Wang organization, aside from a few old monsters, Zhen Gang and the others are undoubtedly among the world's best.

Only then could they more clearly understand the astonishing energy that Changxin Jun had previously displayed!

The greater the power, the more profoundly one can understand it.

"You all did a good job."

As Ying Jing spoke, his gaze turned to the outside of the hall.

Dozens of assassins transferred from the Luo Wang branch were also here. They knelt respectfully outside the hall, some wearing masks and others with their faces covered by black clothes.

Like a group of ghosts, they moved silently.

"And you too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Jing stood up.

"Those who have rendered meritorious service should be rewarded. Today, I will bestow some benefits upon you."

A surge of purple energy erupted once more, quickly splitting into numerous small purple snakes that rushed towards everyone present.

"My internal energy has increased by 30%."

"Even the hidden injury from many years ago has healed."

"A cultivation problem that I had never been able to figure out suddenly became clear..."

"That's not all..."

Even the assassins from the Luo Wang organization couldn't help but feel overjoyed at this moment.

They received such benefits so easily.

Lord Changxin is truly a divine being!

It is truly an honor to be able to follow Lord Changxin and serve him!

"If you continue to work for me, you will receive even more."

Ying Jing spoke calmly.

This time, he truly demonstrated his abilities, which gave him some insight into the use of luck, enabling him to bless others with his luck.

As long as they remain loyal, this auspicious purple snake will bring them great benefits.

Of course, if they harbor ulterior motives, then even without Ying Jing's intervention, the consequences of the backlash from their destiny would be unbearable for them.

After the members of Luo Wang withdrew, Ying Jing slowly walked to the largest room in the inn.

There were about twenty dancers rescued from Feixue Pavilion. Except for Xiaoxue, who was too young and had already gone to sleep, they were all in this room.

Fortunately, most of them were only choked by the smoke, and at most suffered some burns.

With Xueji's help, Liwu had given them basic first aid and they were not in any danger.

However, there were still some people who could not be saved.

"Thirteen people died."

Yukihime's face showed sorrow, and at the same time, the hatred in her heart grew stronger and the pain intensified.

If Zhao Jia had only attacked her, her hatred might not have been so intense.

But Feixue Pavilion was where she poured her heart and soul.

The dancers in Feixue Pavilion were all pitiful people from this chaotic world whom she had taken in, and Xueji treated them as family.

Now, she perished in the flames because of her unrealistic delusions and obsessions.

The hatred for Zhao Jia and the guilt for the dead dancers were intertwined, making Xue Ji feel like she was going crazy.

"Now that the man is gone, the most important thing is to make sure the living are settled first."

Yukihime's face darkened, and she bowed again, saying, "Please take me in, Lord Naganobu."

All her belongings had been destroyed in the fire. How could a dancer possibly take care of the others?

Right now, the only person I can rely on is Lord Changxin in front of me.

At this moment, Xue Ji was wearing Li Wu's clothes, which didn't fit her very well. With this slight bow, a large expanse of snow-white skin was revealed again.

Lord Changxin never knew the meaning of politeness. He glanced down at the snow-white figure and nodded slightly.

"It's nothing serious. Since they've all been rescued, they'll be fine."

Xue Ji was completely unconcerned about Ying Jing's spying.

On that day, she believed Zhao Jia's sweet words and the marriage certificate.

He refused to perform the dance and even spoke rudely, severely humiliating Lord Changxin.

Now that Lord Changxin has repaid evil with kindness and saved her and many of the sisters in Feixue Pavilion, what's wrong with taking a few more glances!

Moreover, in that great fire, she had already revealed everything about herself to Lord Changxin; there were no secrets left to her...

Thinking of that exhilarating dance amidst the flying snow in that great fire, Xueji suddenly felt a strange thrill and a sense of vengeful pleasure.

As the former crown prince, Zhao Jia always paid attention to his image and behaved like a gentleman. Even though he had been pursuing her for a long time, he never overstepped his bounds.

But Changxin-jun, she had only met him twice, yet he was already so frank and made such a bold move.

Especially... the marriage certificate that Zhao Jia wrote by hand was picked up by her from the Flying Snow Jade Flower Platform after that dance.

It wasn't that she had any old feelings for Zhao Jia; she just felt that it might come in handy if she wanted to get revenge on him.

Yukihime never expected that... she would use it for this kind of revenge first.

More exciting!

The thrill of revenge was even stronger!

If we could go even further, or even just not... that feeling would definitely be even stronger!

Thinking of this, a hint of madness appeared in Yukihime's eyes, which were already filled with resentment and hatred.

Ying Jing's senses were very sharp. He frowned slightly, already noticing that Xue Ji's condition seemed a little off.

"Li Wu, take them to their rooms. Let them get some rest tonight."

To prevent the possibility of foreign delegations being sent, the inn was quite large, with many rooms, which could temporarily accommodate these dancers.

Li Wu glanced at Xue Ji, then looked at Lord Changxin with some suspicion, feeling that something was amiss, but still nodded obediently.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Li Wu and the other dancers left, the madness in Xue Ji's eyes intensified even more.

"you……"

Ying Jing had barely uttered a word when Xue Ji rushed forward.

Lord Changxin didn't know what politeness was, but he wouldn't take advantage of someone's misfortune, so he immediately stepped aside.

Yuki missed her target, and her crazed eyes finally cleared up a little.

However, she did not give up.

"Your Majesty, I am Zhao Jia's fiancée. Don't you want to..."

Her red lips parted slightly, and in her hand appeared a piece of silk, the very marriage certificate that had brought her the greatest pain.

Ying Jing's expression shifted slightly, but he firmly refused: "I don't want to! What kind of person does Miss Xue Ji take me for?"

Could a truly benevolent person be that kind of person?

When one plan failed, Yukihime devised another.

"Your Majesty, are you not human?"

With her eyes sparkling, Yukihime's every move was elegant, even her speech was refined.

However, at this moment, her face and eyes were full of seductive charm.

This strong contrast adds to her charm.

Are you still coming?

This time, Ying Jing had to admit that he had been provoked.

He felt he couldn't take it anymore!

It was one thing to curse her in the private room that day, but today I saved this woman's life, and she still dares to insult Lord Changxin like this?

Does the dignified Lord Changxin of Qin really have no pride?

Damn it!

How dare you insult me!

Kneel as punishment!

Yukihime did not refuse; she only wanted to punish herself to gain a moment of peace.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she behaved very obediently, slowly lowering her body.

In the spacious room, candlelight flickered, and the flames of revenge burned.

Driven to the brink of madness by intense hatred and guilt, Yukihime was suffering from suppressed pain.

Only this kind of stimulation and the thrill of revenge can calm her down temporarily.