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

As night deepened, there were few lights in Xinzheng, and it was mostly dark.

But the Han Palace was different; the light emanating from the glass lamps made the red bricks and green tiles clearly visible.

The sky was boundless, and the moonlight shone down, casting a faint silver glow on the walls, making them appear even more magnificent and mysterious.

The palace, weathered by time, exudes a sense of composure and vicissitude. Ying Jing's gaze lingered on the outline of the palace walls.

"Although South Korea is weak now, it was once powerful."

During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, there were countless states. Although the state of Han was weak, it was able to continue for hundreds of years and had its own glorious history.

The reforms implemented by Shen Buhai in the past once made the state of Korea powerful, but now it is declining day by day.

"That's all in the past. Now, only the Qin state is the most powerful country."

Beside Ying Jing, Liu Yi wore a fawning expression, completely oblivious to the fact that he thought there was nothing wrong with what he was saying.

From the small to the big.

The fact that King An of Han personally led his civil and military officials to welcome him, as well as the behavior of Liu Yi, the Left Sima, had already fully demonstrated the attitude of the State of Han.

They were unwilling to offend the Qin state, nor did they dare to go to war with it.

"Ceding Nanyang, if planned properly, might not be impossible."

Ignoring Liu Yi's fawning face, Ying Jing pondered to himself.

Ying Jing was very satisfied with the attitude of everyone in South Korea, but this was only his personal opinion.

Ying Jing would not compromise on the interests between nations for personal reasons.

The weaker South Korea appears, the more assertive Ying Jing will become.

Led by Liu Yi, Ying Jing soon arrived at the palace where the banquet was being held.

Exquisite glass palace lanterns hung high, illuminating the entire palace.

The hall was filled with tables and chairs, and most of the officials who were qualified to participate in the banquet had already taken their seats. Even King Han An had arrived early, and a girl in a pink dress sat beside him.

"Lord Changxin has arrived! Please take a seat!"

King Han An, dressed in casual clothes, struggled to his feet with the help of a young girl beside him. His large belly and slightly protruding belly made him look rather unrespectable.

"It was Jing's fault for keeping the King of Han and the others waiting for so long."

Ying Jing offered only a simple polite remark, and without refusing, took a seat as instructed.

Almost at the same time, a seductive voice came.

"I am late."

Accompanied by a fragrant breeze, a tall woman in a purple-black fitted long dress and high heels slowly stepped into the hall.

Her eyes were smiling, her red lips were slightly upturned, and her face was flawless.

Her cascading black hair was bound and coiled up with several exquisite jade hairpins, each adorned with two sparkling little pearls.

She wore a rather revealing black-purple fitted long dress, showing off her delicate collarbones and fair shoulders.

But what's even more eye-catching are her perfectly rounded breasts, a touch of snow-white skin slightly parted, seemingly glowing under the light.

Although she was just standing there, this woman was like a blooming black rose, exuding a mysterious and alluring charm.

"Lady Mingzhu, the Sea Tide Demoness!"

Ying Jing immediately recognized her identity.

Regardless of her attire, her alluring and seductive demeanor alone is enough to confirm her identity.

Seemingly noticing Ying Jing's gaze, the woman suddenly winked at him and gave him a smile.

However, the smile quickly froze.

“Mingzhu, you have always been sensible. How could you be so unruly today? You know that today’s banquet is to welcome Lord Changxin. How could a lady of the state keep her guests waiting!”

King Han An looked displeased and coldly rebuked him.

Beauty is nothing compared to important matters.

Madam Mingzhu's smile froze instantly, and her fair face turned somewhat dark.

She arrived shortly after Changxin-jun, so there was no long wait.

Besides, how could she not understand the rules of this banquet?

At this time, the title "Madam" was a respectful term, referring to the principal wife of a feudal lord, and was no different from that of a queen.

Normally, King Han and Lady Han should have arrived later and been greeted by all the officials. However, King Han An came ahead of time in order to please Lord Changxin of Qin!

"Your Majesty, you flatter me. Although Lady Mingzhu is naturally beautiful, she will need to dress up for the banquet. It is only natural that she would be delayed for a moment."

Ying Jing smiled faintly and spoke to ease the atmosphere: "Madam Mingzhu, please take a seat."

Gritting her teeth in resentment, Lady Mingzhu secretly held a grudge against Han Wang An, but on the surface, she gave Ying Jing a radiant smile.

"Lord Changxin is magnanimous, but since Mingzhu has arrived late, he should be punished."

With a captivating fragrance wafting through the air, Lady Mingzhu's delicate body trembled slightly as she approached Ying Jing, her slender purple heels clicking softly on the ground.

Her fair, jade-like hand grasped the wine cup on Ying Jing's desk and filled it to the brim.

She raised her head, opened her red lips as if to drink a river, and actually drank it all in one gulp.

Perhaps she drank too quickly, spilling wine everywhere. Wine streaks slid down her fair neck, glistening with dewdrops on her round, full breasts, looking exceptionally alluring.

"I have troubled you, Lord Changxin, to wait for me. I will drink a cup of wine as punishment. I wonder if you are satisfied?"

With a slight blink of her narrow eyes and a gentle flutter of her long eyelashes, Lady Mingzhu smiled radiantly, exuding charm that could launch a thousand ships.

She was a born enchantress, a scourge that brought ruin to the country!

Every move she makes, every smile she gives, is captivating and moving.

Perhaps women like Daji and Baosi in ancient times were just like that.

"Madam Mingzhu has done nothing wrong, so why should I be dissatisfied?"

Ying Jing also raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

As for quitting drinking? Next time, definitely!

No ceremony is complete without wine, and special circumstances always require special treatment.

However, after finishing the drink, Ying Jing suddenly felt that something seemed amiss.

Lady Mingzhu's allure seemed to have intensified, her eyes brimming with a gentle smile, while Han Wang'an's complexion appeared somewhat dark.

And... why do the expressions of the girl in the pink dress and the officials around her seem a bit strange?

"As expected of Lord Changxin, who was able to establish the philosophy of mind, he can do whatever he wants and act freely."

Madam Mingzhu spoke softly, her voice both alluring and noble.

Her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes shimmered with moisture, her breasts were low-cut, and her figure was voluptuous, like a ripe peach.

Most importantly, there was the inexplicable fragrance that naturally emanated from her every move, which was refreshing and seemed to penetrate straight into one's lungs!

Ying Jing was still somewhat confused, but Lady Mingzhu was already walking gracefully toward Han Wang An's side.

As she moved, the hem of her skirt slit slightly at her calves, revealing a dazzling glimpse of pure white.

King Han An kept a dark expression until Lady Mingzhu was fully seated, at which point he finally raised his wine cup.

"This banquet is held to welcome Lord Changxin and wash away the dust of his journey. Lord Changxin, I will drink with you."

Ying Jing could only fill the wine cup and raise it again.

Regardless of the circumstances, King An of Han was still the king of a country, and before the Qin and Han states truly went to war, he still had to be given this face.