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

Several spacious and ornate carriages, bathed in the morning light, slowly started moving, their wheels making a crisp sound on the bluestone streets of Xianyang.

The carriage was not moving fast; hundreds of cavalrymen led the way, and nearly a thousand elite soldiers guarded the rear.

If it were just Ying Jing himself, there would be no need for such a grand scheme.

However, Empress Dowager Zhao Ji was also in the carriage at this time, which prevented Ying Jing from acting recklessly.

Today is the tenth day of the new year, and there are fewer red lanterns in Xianyang City.

As the celebrations faded, Ying Jing did not linger in Xianyang any longer.

He did not hold any official position in the Qin court, nor did he need to gain any more merit, as that would only put Ying Zheng in a difficult position, as there was no one left to bestow a title upon.

The fiefdom of Hanoi is the focus of Ying Jing's current development.

As the carriage moved forward, the rising sun cast its rays upon the ancient and majestic city, draping every building in a golden veil.

Outside Xianyang City lies a vast, boundless plain.

It was shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist. Sunlight pierced through the mist, rendering everything hazy and mysterious, like a delicate ink painting.

Snowflakes fluttered down, the chill was intense, as sharp as a knife cutting into the bone.

However, Ying Jing, who was in the carriage, did not feel any cold.

On the contrary, he only felt a little hot at this moment.

Because Yan Lingji can not only actually emit flames, but she can also attract fire.

The fair, jade-like legs pressed directly against Changxin Jun's lap, and the bold movements that occasionally exhaled hot breath, made Li Wu and Xiu Niang on the side look at them with seductive eyes, not to mention Wei Qianqian, who had no experience at all.

Jing Ni wasn't in the carriage; the eight top-ranking members of the Luo Wang organization were all secretly following her.

The Six Sword Slaves were one thing, but for Jing Ni and the others, this period of time was something they never dared to imagine when they were under Lü Buwei's command.

There are no endless tasks to perform; it is enough to simply protect Lord Changxin and his family and relatives.

Ying Jing gently pulled the mischievous Yan Lingji into his arms, and subconsciously placed a heavy hand on her smooth, jade-like leg to caress it, but his thoughts were somewhat wandering.

"If Lü Buwei can truly continue writing books in peace, then I will have done another great deed."

Ying Jing recalled the scene at Lü Buwei's residence that day.

Through a game of chess, he truly gained a deep understanding of the mind of the legendary prime minister, Lü Buwei.

However, it's uncertain whether there are any hidden secrets.

At least for the past ten days, Lü Buwei has indeed been quite well-behaved.

If this continues, perhaps Emperor Zheng will not be so ruthless in the future.

As for whether he should remain in the position of prime minister or retain his fiefdom of 100,000 towns... Ying Jing was not optimistic about that.

Ying Zheng would not tolerate it.

"And... Changping-kun."

Ying Jing frowned as he thought of this.

Beware of Lord Changping.

This was a reminder from Lü Buwei to Ying Jing after he proposed the strategy of "changing one word for a thousand pieces of gold".

However, Lü Buwei remained silent for the rest of the time.

"Is something troubling you again, Your Majesty? Your brows are furrowed so deeply."

Unbeknownst to them, Yan Lingji's title had also changed along with Li Wu and the others.

Perhaps this is related to Ying Jing's order to Luo Wang to keep an eye on her younger brother.

However, due to the long time that has passed and the lack of further characteristics and clues, even the Luo Wang (a powerful organization) is somewhat powerless.

All Ying Jing could do was try his best and leave the rest to fate.

Yan Lingji wasn't in a hurry. She had already waited for so many years, so waiting a little longer wouldn't hurt.

Despite the cold winter, she felt no chill at all.

It was very warm, making Ying Jing feel a bit hot all over.

This woman seems to be more than just a fire starter; she can also be a heater.

Before anyone knew it, Li Wu was already standing in front of Ying Jing, gently pressing on his brow to smooth out his slightly furrowed brow.

As for behind Ying Jing, that's where the embroiderer is.

Since the embroiderer returned, Li Wu's presence has become less noticeable, but she doesn't compete for anything, only occasionally playing the flute.

If Ying Jing hears this, he will go over and check it out at night...

Yeah, just taking a look!

After petting the black cat that Li Wu had placed on his shoulder, Ying Jing leaned back and immediately rested against the embroiderer's soft body.

The latter was also used to it, and moved slightly to let Ying Jing find a suitable position so that he could lean back more comfortably.

Wei Qianqian seemed a bit out of place, and when she saw the group of people who were almost all huddled together, she covered her eyes with both hands.

However, between those slightly parted fingers, her large eyes shone brightly, occasionally revealing a hint of envy.

Holding Yan Lingji in his arms, Li Wu gently massaged his temples in front of him, and Xiu Niang leaned against him from behind... and he could even pet a cat!

Ying Jing's enjoyment was far more comfortable than Ying Zheng's daily toil amidst mountains of memorials.

Unfortunately, he didn't get to enjoy the comfort for long.

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager has been insisting on coming to your carriage, or asking you to come over."

A guard reported from outside the carriage.

Ying Jing released the beautiful woman from his arms and sighed softly.

Ying Zheng had no choice but to agree to Zhao Ji's request to go to Hanoi.

And Ying Jing... was also helpless.

Especially Zhao Ji, who seems to have started to get smarter and is becoming increasingly difficult to fool.

But this is the team I chose in the first place, what else can I do?

I can only hold on tight!

We can only try to appease them!

Of course, it was impossible to bring Zhao Ji to this carriage.

The embroiderer and Li Wu were manageable, but Yan Ling Ji was a woman with a fiery temper.

Don't be fooled by his current well-behaved state; he's only slightly more restrained in front of Ying Jing.

If he were to run into Zhao Ji, who knows what might happen!

"I'll go see the Empress Dowager first."

In terms of enjoyment, Ying Jing believed he hadn't let himself suffer any losses.

His carriage was big enough and spacious enough.

However, compared to Zhao Ji, she is considerably inferior.

Half of the carriage was covered by a soft couch, where Zhao Ji lay languidly, her alluring figure wrapped in a thick white velvet coat.

With her slender, jade-like fingers slightly raised, she would occasionally pick up a piece of pastry from the side and put it into her mouth.

"Come on!"

Upon seeing Ying Jing, Zhao Ji immediately smiled with joy.

She turned over and was already sitting on the edge of the soft couch, raising her two slender white ankles without any hesitation.

At the same time, he picked up a piece of pastry and took a sip of tea.

Ying Jing had to admit it.

Aside from having beautiful women by his side, he was still a little less enjoyable than Zhao Ji.

Ying Jing squatted down and picked up those crystal-clear pink feet, which were no less beautiful than those of a young girl. They were delicate, small, odorless, and incredibly smooth.

At that moment, he suddenly realized something.

"I think I can't compete with having a beautiful woman by my side?"