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

late at night.

The autumn wind is like a knife, the chill is biting, and the cold is biting.

Since Shang Yang's reforms, the Qin Dynasty implemented a curfew, sealing off the entire city at night.

At this moment, the vast city of Xianyang was plunged into a dark and deathly silence, like a sleeping giant beast.

However, Ying Jing's residence remained brightly lit.

Standing in the lakeside pavilion of the young master's residence, Ying Jing wore only a thin purple robe, his hands casually behind his back, gazing up at the night sky.

In the vast night sky, a crescent moon hangs high like a silver hook, radiating a cool, clear light.

The stars twinkled like scattered gold dust, carpeting the earth and veiling the world in a dreamlike veil, a scene of breathtaking beauty.

In this era before it has been tainted by modern industrialization, the starry sky is able to reveal its most authentic beauty.

"It is said that the astrological laws of the Yin-Yang school can predict the past, the future, and even the general trend of the world through celestial phenomena. What do you think, Embroiderer?"

Ying Jing at this moment was very different from his usual appearance when he was out in public.

Gone is the occasional frivolity he displayed when out in public; he has become profound and reserved.

Bathed in moonlight and starlight, he stood tall and straight, like a sculpture, his handsome face even more radiant, as if a celestial being had descended to earth.

"If that's really the case, they should have come to seek refuge with you, young master, much earlier."

The embroiderer sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the wolf head mask she had been wearing removed.

Even without any expression, a beautiful, fair face paired with a curvaceous figure still exudes a captivating and alluring charm.

Perhaps due to her past experiences, the embroiderer was somewhat cold-hearted.

She was clearly not the type to flatter, but her answer made Ying Jing chuckle.

Having been by Ying Jing's side for four years, Xiu Niang was arguably the person closest to him.

Although Ying Jing never revealed his specific plans, Xiu Niang could guess them from some clues.

“What the embroiderer said is exactly what I wanted to say.”

Ying Jing chuckled lightly and stopped thinking about it.

The sudden mention of the Yin-Yang School is not merely a whim while gazing at the stars tonight.

Because the day he was born was unusual.

In the 47th year of King Zhao's reign, Prince Yiren returned to Qin from Zhao and became King Xiang of Qin.

That year, a strange man favored a palace maid and obtained a son named Jing. At that time, a strange star appeared in the sky, standing alongside the Purple Star, its brilliance dazzling, and the whole world was amazed.

Before long, the strange star gradually disappeared, leaving only the Purple Star shining brightly, its light becoming even stronger and illuminating all directions.

This record was preserved in the Imperial Censorate and the ancestral temple of the Qin state.

According to the Grand Historian, this unusual phenomenon indicated that the newborn prince would one day rival the King of Qin and lead the Qin state to unprecedented heights.

However, the strange star gradually disappeared after that, indicating that the prince died before the King of Qin and would not pose a threat to the King of Qin's position.

Ying Jing had to thank the Grand Historian for his explanation, which saved him a lot of trouble.

However, he was not very satisfied with this explanation.

Without a doubt, that alien star represents him, while the Purple Star represents Ying Zheng.

But... will he die before Ying Zheng?

how can that be!

Perhaps the Yin-Yang School can offer an explanation different from that of the Grand Historian.

It's not that Ying Jing wants to be superstitious about these mystical things; it's just that this world is not that simple.

The Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon, the Yellow Stone Heavenly Book, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady...

These secrets forced Ying Jing to take a cautious approach to these mystical and superstitious things.

"If you are truly concerned, young master, perhaps you can have the Six Sword Slaves borrow the astrological laws from the Yin-Yang School for a look."

The embroiderer wanted to say she would go herself, but she knew better than to go alone.

As the most mysterious of the Hundred Schools of Thought, the Yin-Yang School is not a place where she can easily navigate with her limited martial arts skills.

"That's not necessary!"

Ying Jing was both amused and exasperated.

Ying Jing was well aware of the power of the Yin-Yang School.

I just received the Six Sword Slaves from Zhao Ji during the day, and I haven't even had a chance to enjoy them yet. I can't let them break like this.

The embroiderer only knew the power of the Luowang, but her understanding of the Yin-Yang School was still too limited, so it was understandable that she had this thought.

He embraced the embroiderer intimately from behind, burying his face in her long, smooth, black hair, and inhaled her fragrance.

"You don't need to worry about this. I observed the celestial phenomena last night, and it won't be long before the Yin-Yang School enters Qin. We can visit them then."

Observing the celestial phenomena at night?

Leaning against Ying Jing's chest, the embroiderer's beautiful face was somewhat bewildered. How come she didn't know that the young master had this ability?

However, since you've said so, it must be true!

The embroiderer trusted Ying Jing unconditionally.

Although Ying Jing is still young, her heart is already shaped like his!

If Ying Jing grows up a bit more, it might be more than just a heart!

"However, I do have something I need you to do right now, and I don't trust anyone else to do it."

Jing Dashanren leaned close to the embroiderer's ear, his tone surprisingly gentle.

"Please give your orders, young master."

Without breaking free from Ying Jing's embrace, the embroiderer's earlobes were slightly red, and her body felt weak. She could only lean completely against him and softly reply.

Jing Dashanren's expression was unfocused: "Help me make a trip to South Korea."

As for what I'm going to South Korea for...

Of course, it's to fulfill the great ambition of the benevolent Jing Da and save Cang... cough cough...

Change a tragic fate!

That's right!

It has nothing to do with any beautiful woman; it's simply to change the tragic fate of a poor woman!

Jing Dashan has always been such a great and kind person.

It was definitely not for my own selfish reasons!

Where are the Six Sword Slaves?

Ying Jing suddenly spoke again.

Swish swish!

It didn't even take the blink of an eye.

Six silent figures, resembling ghosts, emerged from the darkness.

The Six Sword Slaves consist of four men and two women, and two of the women are twins.

The six sword slaves that Zhao Ji handed over to Ying Jing were certainly not the same as the ones under Zhao Gao in the later Qin Dynasty.

Within the Net of Swords, swords are named after their masters. Sword masters have died one after another, but the famous swords have always survived, changing hands one after another.

A person may die, but a sword must not perish.

As the top-ranking members of the Heavenly Class, each of the Six Sword Slaves possesses a famous sword.

True Steel, Chaotic God, Water Cut-off, Demon, as well as Soul Transformation and Soul Destruction.

From the moment they joined the Luo Wang organization, they took the name of the sword, abandoned everything from their past, and were trained to become the most vicious killing weapons.

"Transform her soul, destroy her spirit. You two will accompany the embroiderer to Korea. Make sure she is safe."

In reality, Xiu Niang, who was known for her sharp tongue, was not bad in martial arts, but Ying Jing was still not at ease letting her go on a long journey alone.

After all, the upright and honest Jing Dashan is completely different from Luo Wang, and he doesn't just use Luo Wang as a tool.

"Yes!"

There was no wasted words, and no hesitation whatsoever.

In the blink of an eye, Zhuanhun and Miepo appeared beside the embroiderer as if they were ghosts.

Like the most loyal guardian, they stand by your side.

however--

At this moment, however, another discordant voice rang out.

“Young master, the Six Sword Slaves never separate.”