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

Chapter 200 Zhao Ji's Letter

Although Ying Zheng had not urged him, Han Fei knew that he wouldn't have much time to stay in Xianyang.

The deal with Ying Zheng temporarily eased his desire to wage war against Han, but it was an unequal deal from the start, and Ying Zheng could break it at any time.

Before that, Han Fei must offer his bargaining chips as soon as possible.

However, Han Fei was not in such a hurry.

He even had the leisure to enjoy life, shamelessly mooching meals at Ying Jing's young master's residence, and lying by the artificial lake for almost the entire day, letting the warm sunlight bathe his entire body.

Ying Jing, Hong Lian, and the others did not disturb him. They simply played the zither, painted, played chess, fished, and enjoyed themselves to the fullest in the lakeside pavilion. Hong Lian's laughter echoed in the courtyard.

Han Fei lay far away by the lake, still on a straw mat, his head resting on his arm, with a jade wine pot beside him, taking small sips from time to time.

He couldn't be sure if this would be the last peaceful and leisurely time of his life.

On this day, Han Fei seemed to have completely escaped all his troubles.

I didn't think about anything, I didn't do anything, I just lay there basking in the sun, drinking my favorite wine, as if I had unloaded all my burdens.

"This is so pleasant..."

Looking at the joyful sight of Honglian in the waterside pavilion from afar, and hearing the laughter in his ears, Han Fei murmured softly in a voice only he could hear.

The girl, far from home, finally cast aside her worries about being away from her country, and her face broke into the brightest smile.

Han Fei knew it was time for him to leave.

When the first rays of dawn awoke Han Fei from his reverie, he embarked on his journey home without a second thought.

Ying Jing specially prepared a carriage for him, accompanied by twenty guards arranged by Ying Zheng, as well as assassins from the Luo Wang organization arranged by Ying Jing.

Han Fei is considered to have a knack for attracting misfortune, so even though he has the Reverse Scale Sword, Ying Jing cannot be completely at ease.

Ying Jing and Hong Lian rode together on one horse, escorting Han Fei all the way to the outskirts of Xianyang City.

The morning mist was trampled by horses' hooves, and frost from the previous night clung to the wild grasses along the official road.

The sunlight was no longer the gentle glow of dawn; it spilled across the earth, forming patches of golden halos that made one squint.

On the official road outside Xianyang, dust swirled and glittered in the sunlight. The trees on both sides cast patches of shadow, but could not shield them from the intense heat of the sun.

"Parting is for a better reunion, Honglian, Lord Changxin, I'll leave you here."

Han Fei stepped slowly down from the carriage, dressed in a purple robe with a white hair ribbon fluttering in the wind. He still seemed to be that spirited young man.

Honglian was a little reluctant, but she still acted very understandingly: "I want to eat the candied fruit from the Han King's Palace. Brother, remember to bring some to Qin to see me when you have time."

On horseback, Ying Jing gently patted Honglian's pink back to comfort her, without saying anything about how Luo Wang could easily bring the best candied fruit from Korea.

Han Fei stroked his chin: "Candied fruit is no problem."

He shrugged, looking helpless: "The problem is I don't have any money."

"you!"

Honglian pointed at her shameless brother, unable to utter a word.

Han Fei, however, remained serious: "Brother isn't lying to you this time. If you don't believe me, ask Lord Changxin. I still owe him a huge debt!"

"So you mean you used to lie to me a lot!"

Honglian grasped the key point directly.

“Ah…hahaha.”

Han Fei scratched his head and cleverly changed the subject: "What kind of candied fruit do you want? I'll have someone bring it to you later."

Honglian nodded in satisfaction: "I want every kind, remember that!"

But no matter what, Han Fei had completely ruined the sad atmosphere of parting.

"gone!"

Han Fei turned around gracefully and strode towards the carriage.

Just before reaching the carriage, he glanced in the direction.

That's the direction of Xinzheng, South Korea.

The road ahead may be full of thorns, but Han Fei is determined to go.

That was his country, and that was his home.

Once the carriage had completely disappeared from sight, and even the dust it had kicked up along the way had dissipated, Ying Jing held Honglian in his arms with one hand, while quietly making a gesture to his back with the other.

Several shadowy figures hidden in the treetops had already silently followed.

Of course, Ying Jing didn't intend to harm Han Fei; he simply had a vague sense of unease.

With good fortune upon him, Ying Jing trusted his intuition, and he wasn't very confident about Han Fei's tendency to attract misfortune.

To be on the safe side, it would be more reassuring to have the Six Sword Slaves follow along.

"It's time for us to go back."

He grasped Honglian's fair and delicate hand, while Ying Jing held the reins of his horse with one hand.

Honglian nestled in Yingjing's arms without speaking, only nodding gently.

Neither Han Fei nor Ying Jing let Honglian know too much.

Honglian was protected by the King of Han before, and she will have Ying Jing by her side in the future.

Even in this chaotic world, it wouldn't be so bad to let her remain innocent and carefree.

……

"My brother has summoned me to the palace again?"

Ying Jing had just returned to the Prince's residence and hadn't even had a chance to drink a sip of the fragrant tea brewed by Nongyu when a palace eunuch came to deliver a message.

"What's going on with Brother Zheng? Why is he summoning me to the palace every few days?"

Ying Jing was somewhat puzzled. According to Ying Zheng's personality, he would not summon him to the palace casually unless there was something important, as that would only delay his handling of government affairs.

No matter how unwilling they were, they still had to obey Ying Zheng's edict.

Before he could rest for long, Ying Jing was already heading to Zhangtai Palace in a carriage.

Gai Nie was wielding his sword outside the palace, repeating the action over and over again.

This must be a special right granted to him by Ying Zheng. Outside Zhangtai Palace, he was not only allowed to carry a sharp weapon, but was also permitted to practice swordsmanship on his own.

Ying Jing didn't mind; they were old acquaintances, so there was no need for formalities. He simply walked past Gai Nie.

Gai Nie didn't seem to care either, wielding his sword outside the Zhangtai Palace as if no one else was around.

The place where Ying Zheng handled government affairs remained unchanged, and Ying Jing was quite familiar with the route.

The environment inside was still the same. Just looking at that pile of memorials made him feel a little dizzy. It was truly remarkable that Ying Zheng could carry out such high-intensity work day after day.

"Having a cabinet would make things much easier..."

Ying Jing pondered to himself.

But Ying Jing did not try to dissuade him. It was unlikely that Ying Zheng would do something like the cabinet system that later emperors had implemented to delegate power.

"Greetings, Brother Wang. I was unaware of the summons today..."

Ying Jing's bow was not very proper, but Ying Zheng didn't mind. Before he could even finish speaking, he had already tossed out an envelope: "Read it yourself!"

In fact, Ying Zheng never even raised his head, only looking at the memorials in his hand.

Ying Jing had a vague feeling that Ying Zheng seemed to be in a bad mood today, and the atmosphere was a bit strange, but he still accepted the envelope.

When Ying Jing saw the handwriting on the envelope, he suddenly realized what was going on.

"To Zheng'er."

This is Zhao Ji's letter!

When Ying Jing opened the envelope and saw its contents, he finally understood why Ying Zheng had such a dark expression today.

Who can be happy when they're being insulted?

In her letter, Zhao Ji criticized Ying Zheng almost from beginning to end.

She shows no compassion for her mother's loneliness and pitifulness, never writes to her or visits her, and to make matters worse, she deliberately keeps Ying Jing from returning to Hanoi, even trying to take away the only person who keeps her company. She has no conscience, forgetting what happened in Handan back then...

If it were anyone else, who would dare to write such a letter? They would probably be unwanted by all three clans.

However, the person writing this letter now is Zhao Ji, his birth mother.

Even though Ying Zheng had consolidated his power and was now the undisputed King of Qin, he could only endure it with a dark expression.

Ying Zheng naturally wouldn't have a pleasant look towards Ying Jing, the instigator of all this.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Ying Zheng knew that if Ying Jing hadn't stayed in Xianyang for several days, that mother probably wouldn't have remembered him, her son who was now the King of Qin.