People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

My son:

Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person. My father is gravely ill and fears his time is near. Last night I dreamt of you, my childhood self, playing and tugging at my clothes. When I awoke, tears streamed down my face…

Changping's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

So many years, so many years, and finally, Father wrote a letter…

When Changping Jun finished reading it word by word, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Father, Father..."

Changping murmured to himself, gazing wistfully at the southern night sky, lamenting that they were separated by thousands of miles and could not meet.

Ji Bu was curious about the contents of the letter, wondering what it contained that could move the prime minister of a nation to such a degree, revealing his true feelings.

He thought to himself that after delivering this letter, the reward would be enough to help his sister pay off her debts, and he might even be promoted to a centurion.

He was speechless when he thought about how his older sister had lost all the family's savings in her attempt to make money through business.

Despite having absolutely no business acumen, he insisted on going into business and almost ruined his family.

After his elder brothers, Chang Wenjun and the others, calmed down, they asked softly, "Father... what did he say?"

Changping Jun did not say a word and handed the letter to his younger brother.

Chang Wenjun read very quickly.

When his father fled Qin, he was still young and did not have a deep relationship with his father. His elder brother raised him, so he did not have the same deep affection as his brother and was able to remain calm.

When he saw the inscription "Hoping my son will return home and succeed me," he immediately looked up and said, "Brother..."

Changping raised his hand to stop his younger brother from continuing.

"Thank you for your hard work, young man. I'll take you down to rest now."

Ji Bu refused, saying, "The general has made it clear that I cannot stay. The letter has been delivered, and Ji Bu will take his leave."

A fierce glint flashed in Chang Wenjun's eyes, startling Ji Bu into instantly retreating.

"give up!"

Lord Changping stopped his younger brother and said apologetically, "It was my younger brother's recklessness. Please don't take offense, little brother. I won't keep Ji Bu any longer."

Ji Bu nodded, turned and left, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Without a doubt, the aloof Changping-kun before him was a master swordsman; his mere presence almost made Changping-kun's legs go weak.

He knew this job wouldn't be easy, but he didn't know why the general had specifically chosen him.

"Brother..." Changwenjun said, "This matter..."

Lord Changping said, "Are you confused? Doesn't it make sense that General Xiang sent him to deliver the message? Only someone with absolute trust would send someone to deliver a message!"

Chang Wenjun said noncommittally, "But that doesn't mean General Xiang didn't intend for us to silence them."

Changping Jun said helplessly, "You would risk a young centurion, and a skilled one at that, just to deliver a letter that needs to be silenced?"

Changwenjun seemed to understand something, "Brother's advice is correct."

"Brother, then we..."

Changping took a deep breath, his heart aching as he thought of his seriously ill father.

"We must not lose our composure at critical moments."

“Destroy the Zheng Guo Canal, and we will go home.”

Chang Wenjun remained silent.

After reading the letter, he felt that his father was simply writing to ask his brother to return home because he only had two toddlers, one or two years old, and feared that the royal family would fall into the hands of the three families.

However, regardless of the father's reasons for wanting his elder brother to return home, the elder brother must return to Chu.

Otherwise, if the father dies and the prince is still young, the three families will surely try to seize the throne. When the prince returns to the country, it will be even more difficult for him to take power.

……

early morning.

The east was turning a pale white, both soft and bright.

Cao Ze removed the two pairs of arms that the black and white sisters were holding around him.

That's right, he returned to the mansion last night and was robbed of his time by the twins.

The black and white sisters opened their blurry eyes and, seeing Cao Ze get out of bed, each stretched out a small, white hand to hold Cao Ze.

"Sir, won't you sleep a little longer? It's very cold outside."

Cao Ze naturally wanted to sleep a little longer. What man wouldn't linger in the gentle embrace of a beautiful woman?

But he has limited time and there is still much to do.

For example, I need to go outside the city to find the Grand Master of Fate to find out the situation and see how to contact Consort Yan after arriving in Chu.

There's no time to take a nap with the two sisters now.

"You guys sleep, I'm going out first."

The black and white sisters looked at each other, then at their own faces, which were covered in makeup, and both burst out laughing.

The gentleman still likes to be silly like this.

After getting dressed, Cao Ze went straight out of the mansion.

He drank a bowl of mutton soup at a street stall in Xianyang.

I have to say, having mutton soup on a late autumn morning is incredibly comforting.

Cao Ze left the city and strolled along the official road through the woods.

He hadn't seen the aloof and beautiful Da Siming for a month, and he was starting to miss her terribly.

……

Chapter 516 Controlling the Grand Master of Fate

It was late autumn, the sky was high and the clouds were light, the sky was clear and blue, a flock of wild geese flew by, and their cries echoed through the air.

Cao Ze left the city alone and went to Lü Buwei's former secret hideout.

The water surface shimmered with light.

Cao Ze took a step out, stepped onto the water, adjusted himself briefly, and then strode towards the small island in the center of Huzhou.

As the autumn wind blows, the reeds sway in the breeze along the shallow sandbar, and countless blooming white flowers dance in the autumn light.

Cao Ze landed on the island, where several assassins dressed as spiders appeared and knelt on one knee.

"We have met Your Excellency the Censor."

Cao Ze waved his hand gently, "Keep guarding, no need to follow me."

"Yes!"

The net holders withdrew.

Cao Ze strode toward the only manor on the island.

The people from the Net were placed here by him, both to prevent unauthorized individuals from accidentally coming here and to supervise the disciples of the Grand Master of Fate and the Yin-Yang School.

He's really looking forward to seeing what his sister-in-law's expression will be when she discovers he's secretly emptied out the Yin-Yang School.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A series of crisp, loud sounds of high heels clicking on the bluestone slabs came from behind Cao Ze.

The sound grew closer, but Cao Ze remained calm and composed, with a smile on his face, showing no sign of panic.

Such footsteps, such frequency—who else could it be but the mature and sophisticated Da Siming?

"Great Master of Fate greets Your Excellency."

The Grand Master of Fate knelt on one knee, lowering his proud head slightly behind Cao Ze, his tone extremely respectful, perfectly embodying the saying, "When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head."

Cao Ze slowly turned around, looked at the relatively docile Da Siming, and said indifferently, "Get up."

"……Yes."

The Grand Master of Fate rose and raised his head to look at Cao Ze.

She was still wearing the uniform of the Fire Minister of the Yin-Yang School, a very exquisitely tailored black and red cheongsam.

With her exquisite and beautiful oval face, phoenix eyes with inward curves and outward tilts, arched eyebrows, pert nose, rosy lips, deep and sharp bright eyes, and a head of jet-black hair, she exudes the unique sexiness and charm of a mature woman.

Cao Ze scrutinized Da Siming as if admiring a fine work of art, making Da Siming feel uneasy.

"...May I ask what brings you here today, sir?"

Unable to bear Cao Ze's unbridled gaze any longer, the Grand Master of Fate spoke up.

Cao Ze coughed lightly and smiled, "I came to check on things. Have any of the disciples you've brought out recently shown any suspicious behavior?"

The Grand Master of Fate held a pair of delicate red hands. Every Yin-Yang School disciple who had mastered the Blood Hand Skull Seal would have such hands—both bewitching and beautiful.

"No, they all thought that the Moon Goddess had ordered them to cultivate in seclusion here."

The Grand Master of Fate was nervous, wondering what Cao Ze wanted to do here.

"Don't be so nervous..."

Cao Ze patted Da Siming's shoulder casually, "As long as you do a good job, I promise I won't kill you to silence you or use you as expendable material."

"Yeah, cheer up. What's the point of keeping a straight face? Come on, smile."

As Cao Ze spoke, his eyes involuntarily drifted towards Da Siming's legs.

Da Siming was already a tall and beautiful woman, and when she wore the black and red cheongsam that accentuated her figure, it made her waist look slender, her breasts full, her buttocks perky, and her legs long and shapely, giving her a kind of beauty that resembled that of a modern career woman.

"Thank you very much, sir."

The Grand Master of Fate trembled slightly, managing a weak smile.

Cao Ze said, "This is not the place to meet and talk. It would be difficult to explain if your disciples saw us."

"Come with me for a walk by the water."