12dz Chapter 199 Martyrdom Does Not Happen Now
Chapter 199 Martyrdom Does Not Happen Now
The night deepened, and the entire city of Xianyang seemed to be shrouded in darkness.
The young master's residence was also completely silent. In the study, only the wind that seeped in through the cracks made the flickering flame of the oil lamp dance lightly.
"The dragon is an insect that can be harassed and ridden. However, it has a reverse scale a foot in diameter under its throat. If anyone touches it, it will surely kill them. The ruler also has a reverse scale. If the speaker can avoid touching the ruler's reverse scale, then he is almost safe."
Ying Jing held the beauty in his arms with one arm, while gently stroking the bamboo slips on the table with the other.
Whether it's persuading King Han to surrender the country, or becoming King Han himself to cleanse the country of its chronic problems before surrendering it, both are taboo acts that touch a raw nerve.
Even though Han Fei is the ninth prince of the state, embarking on this path will inevitably provoke the fiercest backlash, and he could lose his life at any time.
"Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; they will surely enrage you..."
Yan Lingji suddenly pressed her fingertips below Ying Jing's Adam's apple: "Master, is this... the reverse scale that Han Fei mentioned?"
Ying Jing's expression remained unchanged, but the large hand that was wrapped around her waist gently slid down, then tightened slightly...
"嘤咛~"
As if her soft spot had been pinched, Yan Lingji couldn't help but let out a low moan. Her already supple body suddenly felt as if her bones had been removed, and she collapsed onto Ying Jing like a lump of mud, completely powerless.
"My Achilles' heel is only you..."
Even though she was exhausted, Yan Lingji's bright eyes still shone slightly, and her fair and charming face was filled with a smile and joy.
Unfortunately... Ying Jing hadn't finished speaking.
"...you guys."
"Pooh!"
Yan Lingji scoffed in disappointment, opened her mouth, and viciously bit his neck, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to use force, instead giving a gentle lick, whispering, "What a greedy master..."
As Lord Changxin, who was deeply trusted by the King of Qin, with Lü Buwei out of power, Ying Jing's power in the vast Qin state was second only to Ying Zheng. Even the Chu faction, such as Lord Changping, had to avoid his sharp edge. Being a little greedy was not a big deal, and Yan Lingji did not care much about it.
Ying Jing knew the woman's temperament well, so he ignored her actions and simply spread out a silk scroll, considering how to begin writing the letter to Lady Mingzhu.
Not getting the response she wanted, Yan Lingji was also a little bored: "It seems that Master intends to grant Han Fei's wish."
Ying Jing began to write, while simultaneously asking, "How do you know?"
"Otherwise, why would the master still be in the study so late instead of on the beauty's bed?"
Yan Lingji's eyes were filled with longing. She didn't know Han Fei very well, but she believed she knew Ying Jing well enough.
"The one who truly understands me is Yan Lingji!"
Ying Jing smiled faintly and raised his eyebrows, saying, "Even though Qin has a strong army and is supported by Ji Wuye and Bai Yifei, taking over Han will not be difficult. However, the resistance of those die-hards in Han will eventually cause some casualties."
"Once war breaks out, we also need to consider the attitudes of the neighboring countries of Zhao, Wei, Chu, and Yan. Han Fei's deal allows us to take Han without bloodshed, so there is naturally no reason to refuse."
He put down his pen as soon as he finished speaking; the letter to Madam Mingzhu didn't need to contain much.
His eyes were fixed on the darkness, and the light reflected in Ying Jing's dark eyes seemed to turn blood red.
Yan Lingji remained seated in Ying Jing's lap, but at this moment she straightened up slightly: "Although Han Yu is dead, the Crown Prince of Han is still alive, and although Han Fei is a disciple of Xunzi and has a good reputation, he has no real foundation in Han except for his status as the Ninth Prince."
“Master wants to help him become the King of Han, which will not be easy.”
Ying Jing remained calm, his gaze fixed on another bamboo scroll.
Even in the ink-stained areas, the phrase "Confucian scholars use literature to disrupt the law, and knights-errant use martial arts to violate prohibitions" can still be roughly discerned.
"It's not easy, but it's not actually that difficult."
Most of the power in South Korea rests with Nightfall, and Nightfall, under the influence of Lady Myungju, has now largely sided with Yingjing.
The remaining Korean nobles were nothing more than a few chronic ailments.
If it's within the rules, it's indeed not easy to help Han Fei achieve his goal.
But if you break free from the rules and cut through the mess quickly, the world becomes vast and everything becomes simple.
Ying Jing held the letter in his hand, glanced at Yan Lingji, and the latter immediately understood. She flicked her finger, and a thin fire snake flew out from her fingertip and floated out the door.
In a short while, a ghostly figure was already kneeling in front of Ying Jing's desk.
"Your Majesty."
Ying Jing tossed the letter in his hand: "The Net should deliver this letter to Lady Mingzhu as quickly as possible."
The Net is indeed the most effective weapon; without any unnecessary words or explanations, they faithfully carry out orders.
He took the letter, and with a ghostly leap, he vanished into the darkness.
Yan Lingji chuckled softly, "So, when Master said it wasn't difficult, he meant taking the madam route?"
His eyes were fixed on the darkness, and the light reflected in Ying Jing's dark eyes seemed to turn blood red.
"Shang Yang emphasized law, Shen Dao emphasized power, Shen Buhai emphasized tactics, and Han Fei, although born into the Confucian school, closely integrated law, tactics, and power, making him the greatest synthesizer of Legalism."
“But he can’t do anything with just ideas. Now that Han Fei has asked me for help, I should show him what he lacks.”
Yan Lingji's eyes seemed to ripple with spring water. As the man she was closest to, this look of complete control made her even more charming.
"Then... Master, what is Han Fei lacking?"
Yan Lingji's voice was very soft and gentle, like a little fox being coquettish, with a unique charm.
Ying Jing glanced at the bamboo slips of "Five Vermin" and "Difficulty in Persuasion" on the table again, and said in a deep voice, "Of course it's force!"
Force, the force of power.
At the same time, it is also the power of authority.
Without sufficient power and authority, no matter how many ideas, brilliant schemes, or excellent thoughts Han Fei had, he could not implement them.
Ying Jing could tell that Han Fei already had the will to die.
The saying goes, "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening." Now, Han Fei has made this deal with Ying Zheng his final goal.
But once upon a time, he was also a spirited young man who longed to change the world.
His path is not limited to just a small country like South Korea.
Martyrdom is not for me now.
Ying Jing lent him this power so that Han Fei could clearly see that with this power, achieving his former ideals was not as unattainable as he had imagined.
Now, Ying Jing can provide him with this power to solve South Korea's chronic problems.
In the future, the Qin state and Ying Zheng can also provide him with this power to deal with the chronic problems of the world.
Looking at the handsome face before her and sensing his composed demeanor, Yan Lingji was speechless, only involuntarily pressing her body even closer.
Her fiery red lips had already landed on Ying Jing's neck. Having finished his business, Ying Jing relaxed, closed his eyes, and let the enchantress do as she pleased...