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

Standing quietly on the banks of the Wei River, the entire city of Xianyang is magnificent and imposing.

When Wei Qianqian and Yan Lingji, who were visiting Xianyang for the first time, saw the ancient city, they couldn't help but be a little lost in thought, their beautiful faces slightly frozen.

"Xianyang City really doesn't have an outer city wall."

I have never seen such a unique city, especially since it is the capital of a country.

"This is the confidence that belongs to the people of Qin."

Even Ying Jing's usually calm tone carried a hint of pride.

"Qin is confident that it can keep all enemies out of Hangu Pass. If they are really attacked and they reach Xianyang, then even the strongest city will be useless. Besides, given the size of Xianyang, building a city would be extremely costly, and future expansion would be inconvenient. It would be better not to build one."

Ying Jing's reasons are not comprehensive.

In fact, the Guanzhong Plain is flat and open, so even if city walls were built, they would not provide much defense.

It would be better to use the huge sums of money needed to build the city walls to strengthen the army.

The best defense is offense. With a sufficiently strong army, there is no need to worry about defense.

The carriage slowly entered the city, the curtains were lifted, and people could see the familiar streets on both sides of the carriage bustling with people.

Even with Ying Jing's composure, he couldn't help but feel a little excited and thrilled.

"Finally home……"

Ying Jing's expression remained calm throughout.

For more than ten years in this world, he had lived in this ancient city. His last mission to the State of Zhao was the first time Ying Jing had left.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. Although there were some setbacks along the way, it was ultimately completed successfully.

"Embroiderer, you take them back to the manor to settle them in first. I'll go see my brother, the king."

Upon returning to Xianyang, Ying Jing didn't even go back to the Prince's residence; he went straight to Zhangtai Palace.

I must let Brother Zheng see for himself how I, your humble brother, have suffered so much and endured so much hardship!

……

Inside the Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng was still engrossed in his work at his desk.

"Your Majesty, Lord Changxin requests an audience."

Ying Zheng paused slightly with the pen in his hand, and immediately stood up.

"What? Third Brother is back!"

Upon hearing the eunuch's report, Ying Zheng immediately put down the memorial in his hand, jogged to his feet, and went out to greet him.

"Third brother!"

"Brother Wang!"

Ying Zheng and Ying Jing had their arms draped over each other's, gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

This clearly shows the deep brotherly bond between the two!

"Third brother, you have suffered. Quickly come with me into the palace."

Ying Zheng looked Ying Jing up and down. He wasn't exactly ragged, but he was certainly in a sorry state.

Although Ying Jing did not suffer much hardship along the way, he was still covered in dust from the constant travel.

Furthermore, since Ying Jing didn't try to hide it, he naturally looked somewhat haggard.

"I am honored by the trust of my brother, the king, to be granted the title of Lord Changxin. For the sake of Qin, what is this little hardship of mine?"

As they spoke, the two had already entered the inner hall of Zhangtai Palace.

Ying Jing saw it at a glance...

The memorials, which resembled a small mountain, piled up like snowflakes, almost filling half of the palace.

The only difference is that the bamboo slips were replaced with paper.

"Brother Wang, you've really worked hard!"

Ying Jing's lips trembled slightly.

Brother Wang, you're such a workaholic! Why can't you take a proper rest?

"Hahaha!"

Ying Zheng laughed heartily, unconcerned: "Thanks to the papermaking and printing techniques that my third brother brought out, all the memorials to the throne in Qin have now been replaced with paper memorials instead of cumbersome bamboo slips."

"Now the number of memorials I can review each day has at least doubled, and there will never again be a situation where memorials from the previous day are delayed until the next day for review."

Ying Zheng smiled broadly, clearly genuinely satisfied with the matter.

Papermaking technology, what a wonderful thing! It greatly improved his work efficiency.

But Ying Jing was somewhat stunned at this moment.

Judging from Ying Zheng's appearance at this moment, perhaps because it was not a formal occasion, he was not wearing a dragon robe, but only a white shirt with a fur coat over it.

His eyes and brows were bright and piercing, exuding an imposing aura.

No matter how dignified he appeared, the haggardness and fatigue on his face were still undeniable.

He seems to have an even heavier workload and is more tired!

"Your Majesty, I presented the papermaking technique so that you could have an easier time, for your health, and so that you wouldn't have to work so hard every day. But now..."

But now it seems that it has made Ying Zheng even busier!

"My brother's health..."

Ying Jing was genuinely worried.

By ruining your health like this, Brother Zheng, are you perhaps going to die even earlier than those in history?

Ying Zheng waved his hand dismissively, just as he always had.

"Third brother, there's no need to worry. I am young and strong, and I have the imperial physician to take care of me every day. I just read some memorials; what could possibly happen?"

Ying Jing could only nod helplessly.

My brother is the king; if he won't listen to advice, there's nothing anyone can do.

I wonder when the Yin-Yang School will enter Qin. I'll have to keep an eye on those elixirs to see if there's anything wrong with them.

After all, the Yin-Yang School in this world is quite mysterious, so perhaps it really does have some use?

"Let's not talk about that. Tell me quickly, how did your mission to the State of Zhao go?"

Ying Zheng appreciated the concern from his third brother, but he didn't like hearing about reducing his workload and changed the subject.

Ok?

Ying Jing was immediately taken aback.

How could Ying Zheng not know?

"How could my brother not know? Didn't I already send Deputy Envoy Gan Luo back to Qin ahead of schedule with the King of Zhao's documents?"

broken!

Ying Jing sensed that something was amiss.

"Did Gan Luo return to Qin ahead of schedule?"

Ying Zheng's brows furrowed deeply at this moment.

He remained silent for a moment, then took out a scroll of bamboo slips from the bookshelf at the back of Zhangtai Palace.

"This was submitted by Prime Minister Lü shortly after his third brother went on a mission to the State of Zhao."

Ying Jing took the bamboo slip and flipped through it, his expression changing slightly.

"Prime Minister Lü's moves are all executed in a series of ruthless and cunning steps."

Between the two brothers, at least regarding Lü Buwei, Ying Jing didn't need to hold back much when speaking.

The bamboo scroll that Ying Zheng gave him was Gan Luo's pledge of military authority.

He pledged his entire family's lives as collateral, and was required to complete the mission within the stipulated time and return to Qin with the King of Zhao's documents.

Otherwise, the lives of the whole family will be in danger.

"Prime Minister Lü requested that I go to Wei to deal with the situation, citing the unforeseen events that had occurred in Wei's Luowang. In order not to worry my elder brother, I ordered three hundred elite Qin soldiers to escort Gan Luo back to Qin ahead of schedule with the documents."

"It seems that Gan Luo has met with an unexpected turn of events."

Ying Jing's gaze narrowed slightly.

The embroiderer had already mentioned to him her chance encounter with Gan Luo in the State of Zhao, and how she even killed Xiang Jun of the Yin-Yang School.

Unexpectedly, something else happened after that.