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

Chapter 231 Changxin-jun, would you like to come to my room for a little fun?

Han Fei was a great talent of the Legalist school, but what was superficially apparent was his optimistic and humorous nature.

The atmosphere at the ancestral temple was solemn, but it could not change Han Fei's essential nature.

"The new clock?"

Han Fei stopped stroking the bronze bell, raised his hand, gazed at the rust in his hand and chuckled: "It's a pity that this new bell was cast with borrowed money, and it will have to be changed hands after it's finished."

Ying Jing looked up at the offering table beyond the nine jade steps without commenting: "Brother Han Fei, are you still fixated on this?"

Han Fei did not speak, but continued walking until he stopped in front of the offering table filled with spirit tablets and offerings.

At this moment, Ying Jing could see it clearly.

Altar tablets made of fine chestnut wood are arranged in rows on the offering table, their wood grain delicate and warm, exuding a solemn atmosphere.

In the very center, a brand-new memorial tablet seemed somewhat out of place, yet it had not yet been weathered by time.

[Memorial Tablet of King Anzhi of Han]

[King An, succeeding to the throne, cultivated virtue, pacified all nations, successfully continued the dynasty's legacy, and unified the lands of Han. He greatly shone in both civil and military affairs, and his lineage was forever blessed. Alas!]

“When I was young, I used to eat from the sacrificial vessels here.”

Han Fei remained silent for a long time before speaking softly: "Back then, Father did not punish me, but today Han Fei is to become a traitor who steals and surrenders the country."

Ying Jing could only sigh. The Han Fei before him was just an ordinary person, not a saint, not the Han Feizi in the books.

Even though he had already made the decision, the inner struggle he was going through at this moment goes without saying.

"Jing has always been certain of one thing: Brother Han Fei's laws should be the laws of the world, not just the laws of one country."

Han Fei did not respond, but stared at the memorial tablet of King Han An and spoke softly.

"When I was young, I stole tribute, and my father pardoned me with benevolence; now that I have usurped the country, Han Fei upholds it with law. This is what is meant by 'a wise ruler does not cultivate affection but increases the severity of his authority.' Do you, Lord Changxin, agree?"

He stole the tribute food when he was a child and was not punished, which led to his usurpation of the country today.

A wise ruler should not cultivate benevolence, but rather strengthen his authority.

Han Fei's ideas are somewhat extreme, but Zheng Ge might prefer them.

Ying Jing was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and said, "If that's the case, then the world needs Brother Han Fei's laws even more: punishment should not be spared for high officials, and rewards should not be overlooked for commoners."

"Besides, Brother Han Fei inherited the throne openly and legitimately, so how can you say he usurped the country?"

"If we're talking about who stole the country, it should be me."

"Brother Han Fei has offered up the state for the sake of the people and the law of the world. What crime has he committed?"

Even a wise man like Han Fei could have such conflicted moments.

Of course, Ying Jing wasn't just making sarcastic remarks; he was well aware of Han Fei's struggles.

On one side lies the world, and on the other, Korea and its ancestors—it's a very difficult choice.

Han Fei did not respond to Ying Jing's words.

However, he expressed it through his actions.

With perfect etiquette, Han Fei tossed aside his robes, and at that moment, all his frivolity seemed to vanish. His expression was more respectful than ever before as he knelt before the offering table and earnestly kowtowed nine times.

Ying Jing stood aside, watching quietly without making a sound.

a long time.

Han Fei suddenly stood up, took a melon that looked like it had just been delivered from the offering table, wiped it simply with his sleeve, and took a bite.

"It's very sweet, would you like to try some, Changxin-kun?"

Ying Jing: "..."

You are so good!

However, seeing that Han Fei was no longer so conflicted, he said no more and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait for me!"

"I have something else to give you."

Han Fei seemed to have fully recovered his former glory, and he chased after Ying Jing with a grin, stuffing a blood-red silk scroll into Ying Jing's hand.

"This is……"

Ying Jing's eyes narrowed slightly as he gave Han Fei a deep look.

“These guys have wiped out all the evidence. Jade Tiger’s list alone is not enough to convict him. I’m out of options.”

Ying Jing nodded lightly: "Understood."

In the past, Han Fei would probably never have made such a decision.

Today... he seems the same as before, but he has undergone a kind of spiritual transformation.

However, this is a good thing; at least Han Fei has learned to be flexible.

"He's finally showing some of the king's flair..."

"Unfortunately... it's too late!"

……

Zilanxuan.

Han Fei went straight back to the palace, and taking advantage of the fact that he had no followers with him, Ying Jing returned to the place alone.

"Ah...you are..."

The girls at Zilan Pavilion were no strangers to Ying Jing. He used to be a regular there, not to mention that he even managed to abduct Nongyu.

Even the boss's wife was somewhat uneasy after Changxin left.

"Changxin-jun has arrived! Go quickly and tell Sister Zinu."

"That's wonderful! Sister Zi Nu will be so happy!"

"Changxin-jun, you've finally arrived! You don't know how much Zi Nu's temper has worsened since you left. Please come and save us!"

"Yes, yes, you've come to see Sister Zi Nu? She talks about you all the time!"

The fragrance of rouge filled the air, and Ying Jing was suddenly surrounded by soft, fragrant women.

The group of girls ignored the guests they were serving and crowded around Ying Jing, chattering amongst themselves.

"Is that so? To make such a beautiful woman as Miss Zi Nu lose her appetite is truly a sin of mine."

Ying Jing's lips curled slightly as he glanced at the graceful figure slowly walking down from the second floor: "I wonder if what the ladies are saying is true? Is it really so, Miss Zi Nu?"

"Of course it's true!"

“Hongyu never lies.”

"that is……"

As Ying Jing's gaze grew increasingly mocking, Zi Nu, with light and quick steps, slowly approached the group of women.

"Really?"

"Hongyu, you never lie, do you? Then, that wine bottle that broke last month, did it really crack by itself?"

It was clearly a gentle and charming voice, but it sounded a bit like a cold wind.

Hongyu was still holding onto Ying Jing's arm and talking non-stop when she heard this voice and turned her head slightly stiffly.

"Sister Zi... Sister Zi Nu..."

Zi Nu's face seemed to be covered with frost, but a faint blush appeared on her earlobes.

"Why are you all gathered here, ignoring the guests? Do you all want to climb into Lord Changxin's bed?"

She forced out a cold voice, which startled the women so much that they scattered and fled.

But all the women had left, leaving only Ying Jing and Zi Nu facing each other, which made Zi Nu feel even more awkward.

Especially after being cruelly "betrayed" by that group of good friends.

"Ahem... Lord Changxin, would you like to come to my room for a while?"

She hesitated for a long time, but in the end, she blurted out these words as if possessed.