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His fingertips, slightly cool in temperature, touched her wound. A gentle yet domineering internal force flowed through her meridians, instantly forcing the wisp of feminine sword energy out of her body.

Yan Fei looked at his focused profile, her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and her ears turned slightly red.

The night wind blew through the broken wall, carrying the distant sound of bugles from the military camp. Qin Chuan finished bandaging his wound and looked up to meet her gaze. Both of them were startled for a moment, then simultaneously looked away.

Yan Fei's voice was barely audible.

Qin Chuan gave a soft "hmm" and stood up, looking in the direction of Cheng Jiao's military camp:

"Although Xuan Jian has retreated, the Net of Rebellion will not give up. We must find Cheng Jiao as soon as possible and find out the truth about the rebellion."

Yan Fei nodded and followed. Looking at his back, she suddenly felt that the deep night was not so cold anymore.

Unbeknownst to her, Qin Chuan walked ahead with a somewhat strange expression.

The moment he touched her wrist, he felt a little distracted.

The wind on the hill was still blowing, fluttering the hem of their clothes and stirring up a quietly growing affection.

Meanwhile, Xuan Jian, who had fled far away, gripped the broken sword tassel, his eyes filled with not only fear but also a hint of excitement.

He has finally met an opponent he can give his all against.

This clash outside Tunliu City not only changed the course of Chengjiao's rebellion, but also brought two hearts that originally belonged to different camps closer together amidst the clash of swords.

Chapter 11 The Truth of the Rebellion, The Name of the Sword Saint

Outside the central command tent of the Tunliu military camp, the guards lay sprawled on the ground, making muffled hoarse sounds from their throats.

Before they could even see the newcomer's movements, their meridians were locked by an invisible force.

As Cheng Jiao rushed out of the tent with his sword in hand, he ran into the figure in black who had stopped and stood still.

The collar of his pale white inner robe was slightly open, revealing half of his collarbone. Moonlight fell on his profile, outlining his handsome yet aloof features.

"Who are you?" Cheng Jiao pointed his sword at the other person, but his palms were sweating.

This person's aura was too still, as still as a deep pool, concealing a power capable of devouring everything.

The figure turned around, glancing at him indifferently.

That one glance made Cheng Jiao's hand holding the sword tremble violently.

"You..." Cheng Jiao's voice tightened, and the tip of his sword involuntarily lowered. "You are... Second Brother?"

Ying Chuan, the second brother of Ying Zheng, was sent to the State of Zhao as a hostage when he was young. After returning, he became mentally challenged and taciturn, and was raised in the palace by Ying Zheng.

How could he be here? How could he possess such skill? The clarity and sharpness in his eyes—where was there even a trace of idiocy?

Before Qin Chuan could answer, Yan Fei stepped forward, her black robe with crimson hues fluttering in the night breeze, her voice clear and distinct:

"Lord Chang'an, the young master is out of danger thanks to the care of the Yin-Yang School."

"The Yin-Yang School..."

Cheng Jiao stood there stunned, his sword clattering to the ground.

He watched Qin Chuan approach, his gaze calm and unwavering, yet it inexplicably stirred a sense of submission within him.

"Come back to Xianyang with me." Qin Chuan's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable force. "Brother Zheng, you should hear what I have to say."

Cheng Jiao opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he could only nod helplessly.

It turns out that his farcical rebellion concealed a second brother he had forgotten for many years.

It turned out that the chess game in Xianyang Palace had already laid out pieces that he had never seen through.

The night wind carried the bugle calls of the military camp. Cheng Jiao watched Qin Chuan's retreating figure and suddenly felt that perhaps he had made the wrong move from the very beginning.

The vermilion gates of Xianyang Palace slowly closed behind us, completely isolating us from the harsh winds and bloodshed of Tunliu.

Qin Chuan, dressed in brocade robes, walked steadily at the front, with Cheng Jiao following closely behind, his face pale and his eyes vacant.

Yan Fei followed closely beside Qin Chuan, the hem of her dark red robe occasionally brushing against his sleeves, bringing a faint warmth.

Inside the side hall, the candlelight was bright, but it couldn't dispel the heavy atmosphere.

Ying Zheng sat upright behind the desk, his dark royal robe with dragon patterns making his face appear even more profound. When his gaze fell on Cheng Jiao, it carried a complex and unreadable emotion.

There was disappointment, curiosity, and a hint of barely perceptible pity.

"Brother Zheng." Qin Chuan nodded, his voice calm and even. "The person has been brought."

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the Moon Goddess: "We can begin."

The Moon Goddess stepped forward, a glimmer of light flowing in her dark pupils. A wisp of Yin spiritual energy condensed at her fingertips and gently touched Cheng Jiao's brow.

Her movements were elegant and precise, carrying an irresistible air of authority.

The Yin-Yang School's mind control techniques can cut through layers of fog and delve into the deepest secrets of the human heart.

Cheng Jiao's body trembled slightly, the emptiness in his eyes was gradually replaced by confusion, and then became clear, yet with a sense of involuntary submission.

"Speak." The Moon Goddess's voice was clear and cold, like jade striking against jade.

Cheng Jiao opened his mouth, his voice dry, yet it echoed clearly throughout the hall:

“My mother…my mother was a noblewoman from the Korean royal family. The Korean royal family has always viewed me as…a pawn in the struggle for the throne. They said that with Ying Zheng about to assume power, if they didn’t strike first, the Korean faction would have no place in Qin…”

His words, though fragmented, revealed the conspiracy of the Han forces behind Lady Han, who sought to seize the Qin throne through him.

Especially at the sensitive juncture when Ying Zheng was about to assume personal rule, this political contradiction was thoroughly intensified, becoming the first straw that broke his back.

Ying Zheng tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a dull sound, and the cold light in his eyes gradually intensified.

"Anything else?" the Moon Goddess pressed, her spiritual energy flowing even faster.

"Fan Yuqi... was Lü Buwei's man."

Cheng Jiao's voice carried a hint of fear:

"He spread rumors in the army, saying... saying that Your Majesty is not of the late King's bloodline, and that Lü Buwei was going to harm me... I was confused for a moment, and... so I believed his instigation..."

The instigation of the Han faction and Lü Buwei's deliberate scheming were like two invisible nets that ensnared the young Cheng Jiao, ultimately leading to this rebellion.

Fan Yuqi was nothing more than a sharp knife in Lü Buwei's hand.

Ying Zheng slammed his hand on the table, knocking over the bronze wine vessel and splashing wine everywhere: "Well done, Lü Buwei! Well done, Han Xi!"

The hall was deathly silent, with only the flickering candlelight.

The Moon Goddess withdrew her hand, stepped aside, and glanced at Yan Fei without leaving a trace before her gaze fell on Qin Chuan.

She saw Yan Fei step forward and stand naturally beside Qin Chuan, taking out a plain white handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiping away the dust that had settled on his cuffs.

That was from when I accidentally brushed against it while we were fighting outside the military camp.

"You've worked hard." Yan Fei's voice was very soft, with a hint of gentleness that was barely perceptible, and only Qin Chuan could hear it clearly.

Qin Chuan was slightly taken aback, then nodded. As he took the handkerchief, his fingertips inadvertently touched her fingertips, and a warm sensation stirred his heart.

He tucked the handkerchief into his sleeve, and when he looked up, he met Yan Fei's gaze, which was filled with concern and a hint of affection that she herself was unaware of.

The moon goddess stood opposite, taking in the entire scene.

Her dark pupils narrowed slightly, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the astrological chart in her sleeve.

What Yanfei has, she should have too.

A competitive spirit mixed with inexplicable emotions surged within her, making her gaze towards Qin Chuan carry a more complex meaning.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and turned his gaze to Qin Chuan, his tone softening considerably:

"I owe this all to you and the Yin-Yang School; otherwise, I would have been kept in the dark by Lü Buwei."

He paused, then looked at the distraught Cheng Jiao. "Cheng Jiao... detain him for now and await further instructions."

Two eunuchs stepped forward and took Cheng Jiao away.

Only Ying Zheng, Qin Chuan, Yan Fei, and Yue Shen remained in the side hall.

Ying Zheng stood up, walked to Qin Chuan's side, and patted him on the shoulder: "You have made a great contribution this time, what reward do you want?"

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Whatever Brother Zheng gives me, I will take."

Ying Zheng smiled, his tone tinged with mystery: "Then I'll reward you by having you accompany me to meet a master swordsman."

Qin Chuan's heart stirred: "May I ask who this expert is?"

A hint of approval flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes: "This man's surname is Gai, given name is Nie, and he is a disciple of Guiguzi."

Both Yanfei and Yueshen had their pupils slightly constricted.

The Guigu School has dominated the world, and each generation of its successors has been a figure who stirs up a storm.

Although they had never seen the Sword Saint Gai Nie in person, they had long heard of him.

Qin Chuan was not surprised.

Judging by the timeline, it's about time that Uncle Gai Nie got in touch with Brother Zheng.

As night deepened, Qin Chuan, Yan Fei, and the Moon Goddess left the side hall together.

Walking along the palace path, the moonlight cast long shadows of the three of them.

"The successor of Guiguzi..." Yan Fei said softly, looking at Qin Chuan, "How does Young Master intend to deal with this?"

Qin Chuan gazed at the bright moon in the sky and said calmly, "When soldiers come, we'll meet them head-on; when water comes, we'll dam it. Whether they're friends or enemies, we'll know when we see them."

He paused, then turned to look at Yan Fei, "You should go back and rest first, and take good care of your injuries."

Yan Fei nodded, her gaze filled with worry, but she still replied, "You should get some rest too."

She turned and left, the hem of her dark red robe tracing a graceful arc in the moonlight, like a burning flame.

Watching Yan Fei's departing figure, the Moon Goddess looked at Qin Chuan and said calmly, "Gai Nie's swordsmanship is divine. If you need, I can predict his movements."

She wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan glanced at her and nodded: "Thank you for your trouble, Sister Moon Goddess."

The Moon Goddess's heart stirred slightly, but her face remained calm and composed: "It's my duty."

The three of them went their separate ways, leaving behind a faint moonlight and lingering thoughts in the sky above the palace road.

Qin Chuan returned to his residence, took out the handkerchief that Fang Yanfei had given him, and sniffed it lightly. He could still smell a faint fragrance.