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

Ying Jing has painstakingly cultivated his public persona for many years.

Gentle, kind, polite, benevolent...

Even the women who were very close to him never doubted Lord Nagatoshi's character.

As for occasional excessive intimacy, that's just bedroom fun and nothing serious.

For the first time, someone saw right through him.

And this person is Zhao Ji.

Perhaps... this is what it means to appear foolish but be wise?

"Your Majesty is joking. Jingyi is just an ordinary person, and naturally he has all kinds of worldly desires."

Being a pervert would severely damage Lord Changxin's image; he absolutely cannot admit to it.

But Ying Jing could admit that he was an ordinary person.

This will not only not affect the image, but may even be accepted by people.

How many saints are there in this world? Who isn't just an ordinary person? Who doesn't like beautiful women?

"Heh heh...what a vulgar person."

Zhao Ji's laughter was somewhat alluring.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, her eyes sparkled, and she instantly exuded charm.

She sat sideways on the long bench in the pavilion, leaning against the supporting pillar.

Her long, slender legs were perfectly proportioned, with a small portion of her fair skin exposed at the slit, revealing her translucent complexion.

The wide, bright red dress trailed to the ground, where it was covered in dust.

But Zhao Ji didn't care at all; she just looked at Ying Jing with a slightly flirtatious smile.

She gently touched Ying Jing's wrist with her bare foot, the sensation indescribably wonderful.

"Then...can my beauty arouse your worldly desires?"

Her eyes sparkled, as if a thin layer of mist had risen on them, captivating the heart.

As Zhao Ji spoke, she picked up the small mirror that Ying Jing had given her and looked at herself.

She even nodded in satisfaction.

Zhao Ji was very satisfied with her beauty.

But Ying Jing felt as if his body was going numb!

"Your Majesty is joking."

Ying Jing's speech became somewhat incoherent; Zhao Ji's sudden attack caught him off guard.

He probably hasn't been here for a long time; this woman has been lonely for too long and is going a bit crazy.

Although in the past, Zhao Ji had occasionally made some overly intimate gestures.

But this is the first time I've seen something so straightforward and direct.

"It seems you're just saying nice things to make me happy. In the end, you're old and your looks have faded, unlike the young and beautiful women in your household."

Zhao Ji seemed to become melancholy again.

"What stunning beauty? It's all a lie. Even a lustful mortal like you wouldn't lay a finger on her..."

Zhao Ji is truly bold.

Fortunately, this place is far from Xianyang, and there are no outsiders here.

Let yourself go!

"You are, after all, the Empress Dowager..."

Ying Jing's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"She was the Empress Dowager, and also a woman."

Zhao Ji's tone became increasingly gentle, and her eyes overflowed with allure.

Her fair skin seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, and her graceful, alluring figure was fully revealed as she gently stretched out her arms.

Ying Jing and Zhao Ji have always been close, but they are not related by blood. It would be a lie to say that they felt nothing in the face of such a magnificent scene.

or……

But this is, after all, Brother Zheng's...

Ying Jing's expression shifted repeatedly as he struggled internally.

"Ho ho ho..."

Zhao Ji suddenly burst into laughter, her whole body trembling as she laughed, her two crystal-clear bare feet kicking wildly in Ying Jing's arms.

Ying Jing was a little confused.

What the hell is this woman doing?

Snowy feet were withdrawn, and two long, slender jade legs were also retracted.

Zhao Ji stood up, her long, straight legs clad in crystal high heels, making her appear even more graceful and slender.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

She stood there, her hands folded over her lower abdomen, and suddenly appeared somewhat dignified, even exuding an air of nobility.

As for dignity... she still had a little bit of that when she was in Xianyang, but now she really has none left.

Women are fickle!

Ying Jing had known these four words for a long time, and Yan Ling Ji also liked to do these things.

However, these words are best embodied in Zhao Ji.

She can switch between alluring and seductive and dignified and noble so effortlessly.

"You only come to me when you have something to say, and I suppose it's the same this time. Just say what it is."

Gone is any seductive charm, gone is any allure, only grace and nobility.

Zhao Ji, who was always unrestrained and carefree, suddenly became serious, which made Ying Jing feel a little uncomfortable.

But he didn't pay too much attention.

In any case, it's a good thing that Zhao Ji didn't continue to cause trouble; at least she doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

Ying Jing breathed a deep sigh of relief.

But why... does it seem... there's a strange sense of loss?

“I have received an imperial edict from my brother, and I must return to Xianyang. Therefore, I have come to inform the Empress Dowager. If the Empress Dowager has anything she wishes to say to my brother, I can convey it to her.”

Feeling flustered by Zhao Ji's actions, Ying Jing pondered for a long time before calming down and organizing his thoughts.

“回咸阳？”

Zhao Ji narrowed her fox-like eyes slightly: "You dare to go back? Aren't you worried?"

She has never been known to be very bright, but after holding a high position for so many years, it's impossible that she really doesn't understand anything.

Ying Jing's current power and status are truly unusual.

Ying Jing had calmed down and his expression was normal: "With the protection of the Empress Dowager and my brother, there should be nothing in Qin that I need to worry about."

Zhao Ji was not satisfied with this answer, but it put her mind at ease.

She frowned slightly: "It's good that you know what's going on. Things are different now than before. If something really happens, even I might not be able to help you."

Ying Zheng had already completely seized power; she was merely an empress dowager far removed from the center of power!

Ying Jing appreciated Zhao Ji's concern, but now he really couldn't hold back anymore.

"It has been almost five years since the Empress Dowager came to Hanoi. Mother and son have been separated for a long time. Doesn't she have anything to say to her brother, the Prince?"

Does this woman only listen to half of what people say?

The key is to deliver a message to Ying Zheng!

"Hmph! You know it's been almost five years, has he ever written a single letter to me?"

Zhao Ji's expression was calm, as if she were talking about something completely unrelated.

"Well, Your Highness is indeed very busy with official duties..."

Ying Jing could only offer a forced explanation, which was obviously untenable.

"I'm so busy that I don't even have time to write a letter once every five years."

Zhao Ji sneered: "I have nothing to say. If you want, make it up yourself."

Do you think I'd make up something like this?

Zhao Ji's words stunned Ying Jing.

Ying Zheng hasn't written a single letter in all these years, and Zhao Ji hasn't thought of Ying Zheng at all in these five years.

Now, after nearly five years of not seeing her, she didn't even say a word to me.

These two are weirdos!

Ying Jing cursed inwardly.