It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

Chapter 608 Things Change, Preparations Underway, Knowing Han Fei is Dead

Dawn was approaching in Lingcheng.

The candlelight in the window dimmed slowly, and the gentle evening breeze caused her figure to sway slightly.

Li Xian stood by the window for a long time, so long that the candlelight became as faint as the moonlight.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a soft call from behind.

"Jing Qian".

She gently pushed open the door, holding a stack of cloaks in her hand.

He was flattered as she tied the cloak around his neck. She told him that the early autumn chill was the worst and he shouldn't get cold.

Li Xian didn't say a word, but she had already muttered several sentences.

He wanted to memorize every single word.

Finally, she muttered, "It's been three or four days already, where have you been going to get so many errands every night? What have you been doing all this time?..."

She naturally smoothed out the wrinkles on his shoulder, but he didn't answer where she was going. He couldn't bring himself to speak.

Ying Zheng only gave him seven days. Could he prove in seven days that he and his father had no intention of harming Qin in this lifetime? Judging from the secret seal that Li Xian obtained, Ying Zheng gave him this opportunity.

But they were never innocent to begin with.

He also couldn't possess the same level of confidence in the empire's existence as Qin Shi Huang. Although he was indeed dealing with the two orders in Lingcheng.

But in reality, he also orchestrated an assassination attempt against the royal prince.

He didn't want Xu Zhi to have any further involvement with this crisis-ridden empire.

She muttered to herself, "Going out every night, being an official is really too busy."

He was busy in Lingcheng these past few days, but he felt it was far less than the worries she had at Zhilan Palace.

She stood right in front of him, speaking to him gently and softly, and even allowing him to hug her. Such days were more blissful than being an immortal.

He cherished this precious time and wanted to tease her a little longer, so he paused for a few seconds and asked, "Does Azhi not want me to go out at night?" "Once Azhi marries me, I will definitely resign from this official post, and I won't even be a doctor anymore. I will stay by your side day and night."

"What are you doing, hanging around me like this? What's wrong with you?"

She asked the question with great seriousness.

Seeing her earnestly ask him such a trivial question, Li Xian suddenly realized that her eyes, so much like Qin Shi Huang's, could even reveal a touch of cuteness, easing his recently tense nerves considerably. His tone became casual, "...At night, it's natural to do what one should do to rest." However, he paused, then chuckled softly, "Whatever A-Zhi-zhi wants me to do, I'll do."

She visibly froze for a moment, as if thinking about something. Then, she turned her head away, and after a short while, she turned back and shoved him.

"What nonsense are you spouting now..."

The courtyard was dimly lit at night, and he saw that her cheeks were flushed.

He thought she was probably shy, so he cupped her face in his hands.

She no longer resisted his touch, especially after returning from the reed marshes.

Just like now, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"A-Zhi?"

“That nightmare has been haunting me for the past few days. Whenever I close my eyes, I seem to see those dark figures. They say I killed many people and that I am as venomous as a snake.”

The person he cherished looked at him with a sorrowful expression, tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall.

"Ah Zhi wouldn't even bear to see a little piglet freeze, how could she be so vicious?"

She glanced at the little pig lying on its side in the pigpen, healed by Li Xian, and rescued by Yan Sheng from the spoiled brat. Her expression softened for a moment, but then she became dazed again.

"...Would I kill my own teacher?...Why would I even think of killing my own little brother?" "Li Xian, I wouldn't, right?"

He comforted her.

"Don't lie."

He stroked her hair and said, "Absolutely true."

"If you are lying to me, then,"

Li Xian didn't mind making a solemn oath; it was almost a conditioned reflex for him: "If I lie to you, I am willing to suffer the torments of hell again..."

She gently covered his mouth, her red, tear-filled eyes blinking at him. "If you're lying to me, Li Xian, you're a little dog."

He kissed away her tears, but she didn't feel that much for him as she was willing to hold him tightly.

But he gently pinched her waist, not wanting her to leave, and then, taking advantage of the situation, rested his head on her neck and shoulder, not getting up for a long time.

Actually, he didn't leave it for long, but it seemed that his shameless manner amused her. "Jing Qian, you're not a piece of chewing gum."

What is "tough taffy"?

She thought for a moment and then said naturally, "It's that sticky, yellow, and transparent kind. Didn't you eat sugar paintings when you were little? You can even make dragons, dragonflies, peaches, and other patterns on a board. Oh my... Lu Ze's father is extremely good at making sugar. Go ask him and you'll understand."

Li Xian listened to her mention the name Lü Ze so smoothly.

She didn't ask him who he was like before, nor did she feel anything was wrong. "Sugar painting, that sounds quite rare."

In the pre-Qin period, sugar was a rare delicacy, let alone using it for painting. Li Xian thought that Xu Zhi would definitely be a rich and noble person in the future, in the era called 'modern'.

The moonlight blended into her eyes, and her long hair entwined around his fingers, which he was reluctant to let go of.

But he had no choice but to let go.

Before mounting his horse, he held the reins and taught her how to ride it again.

"Ah Zhi, do you remember what I said?"

She looked up and said, "I will ride it to the ferry to find my aunt tomorrow morning. If you don't come within two hours, I will leave first."

"I remember correctly." He smiled.

Li Xian mounted his horse, only to hear her say, "You know I'm not good at embroidering flowers, so I just embroidered a few words on it for you."

God knows how Li Xian managed to get himself out of her sight.

The sound of horses' hooves mingled with the wind, and the tips of reeds brushed past his feet. All he knew was that in his world, a universe with her had been destroyed.

A group of Qin guards in black had been waiting for him for a long time. They nodded and addressed him as "Inspector General".

"We, your humble servants, congratulate you on inheriting the Secret Pavilion from the Prime Minister and Minister Dunruo."

The last refuge of the Jing clan of witches was exposed before them.

The boy named "Acheng" looked at the masked person who appeared before him with fear.

His mother hugged him tightly.

"This was done by me alone!"

"I beg you, please spare the child! Let him go!"

Before anyone in the courtyard could react, more than half of them were already dead. The Qin people had arrived too suddenly and too quickly, giving them no time to catch their breath.

They were unaware, of course, that the empire had dispatched a group of top-tier assassins, and that Ying Zheng had personally assigned the task to the current head of the Secret Service.

"What wrong has Chu done to Qin?! You've gone too far!!"

Upon hearing this question, the leader couldn't help but laugh.

"Does the lady feel wronged?"

"Back then, the lady sent the high priest to court to coerce a marriage alliance with the red stone. As for today... His Majesty the Emperor has already shown you leniency, so why create trouble and fabricate the Heavenly Stone?"

Zhao Rong paused. How did they know she had sent someone to carve something on the stone?
Before the woman could scream, blood was already seeping from the throat of the boy in her arms.

Zhaocheng was killed by Li Xian with extremely fast speed and swordsmanship.

The doctor who had saved him in town now slit his throat with a single stroke, and he didn't even have time to feel the pain.

This action caused everyone in the courtyard to break their silence.

Moonlight, silver light, red blood.

The sword marks left from the fight tore through his robe.

It rained the following night.

Even the carefully maintained cloak wasn't in very good condition. Li Xian saw a few words on it, written in regular script.

His breathing stopped abruptly. All the pressure, the entanglement, the obsessions, seemed to ignite at that moment, threatening to set that desolate and vast plain ablaze, and rush in like a torrential downpour, a flood, threatening to break his dam.

It reads, "You gave me a papaya, I returned a beautiful jade."

-

The ferry crossing glistens in the early morning light.

The woman in the pale yellow robe was slender. Raindrops pattered down as she held a bamboo umbrella in her hand. In autumn, the bamboo had grown old and turned white.

A quarter of an hour ago, she watched her aunt sail away.

"Ah Zhi!? Come aboard the boat quickly and leave this place with me!"

Zheng Yao saw her shake her head.

She was always decisive in her actions, and Zheng Yao never expected that she would suddenly cut the cable with a sickle. The rain made the river swift, and she said, "Aunt, I can't leave."

Last night, amidst the thunder and rain, she remembered what had happened in the reed marshes, that night she had forgotten.

"One should not be too clever; excessive cleverness is foolishness!"

Zhang Cang laughed, gradually becoming somewhat crazed.

"He was stabbed in the abdomen and lay on the ground, defeated like a stray dog. He was bleeding almost to death, but he was still begging me not to reveal your identity and not to let you return to Xianyang."

"But Your Highness, you've actually forgotten about him! Hahaha, how ridiculous! Your Highness, do you think Li Si and Zhang Liang know that Han Fei is dead right now?"