Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

Madam Hu perhaps sensed that Dong Qing had a vague interest in her, and she took advantage of this, sitting on his lap and acting coquettishly.

"No, you must learn. As my personal maid, you must be better than the average person." Dong Qing's tone remained firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

"No room for discussion?" Madam Hu's eyes were like water, like twinkling stars.

“There’s no room for discussion.” Dongqing decided to continue teasing Madam Hu for a while longer.

If others don't know, how could he not know?

As long as King Zheng of Qin doesn't go astray or his thinking doesn't falter, once he unifies the six states and standardizes the writing system, the writing systems of the other six states will become largely irrelevant, except for the Qin script.

It was at this time that...

Jing Ni, dressed in fish-scale armor and fishnet stockings, appeared silently behind Dong Qing.

"My lord, the person you wish to see has arrived. Shall we arrange for you to meet now?"

"Let's make the arrangements."

As Dongqing and Jingni exchanged questions and answers, Madam Hu's gaze flickered slightly. She wanted to know who Dongqing wanted to see, but ultimately she couldn't bring herself to ask.

After Jingni went to arrange the meeting.

Dongqing began to comfort Madam Hu, who felt wronged and had nowhere to confide in, telling her that in addition to the Korean characters she had already learned, she would only need to learn the Qin script from now on.

These words brought a sense of dawn to Mrs. Hu, who had been feeling gloomy about her life. She believed that she could manage to learn another language if it was just a matter of learning it.

But Madam Hu wasn't stupid. She quickly realized that Dongqing had been teasing her all along. From beginning to end, the only script he wanted her to learn among the seven kingdoms was the Qin script.

Half an hour passed.

The Liu residence—no, this luxurious mansion—had its signboard replaced with a brand new one early this morning, and it has now been renamed the East Mansion, Dong Qing's private residence.

In an elegant room within the mansion, Dongqing and a handsome man sat facing each other, with a chessboard in front of them covered with black and white pieces.

Judging from the course of the game, it is clear that the two players have been playing for some time. Black's pieces are strong, while White's pieces are weak and in a precarious situation.

"I was unaware that Dongzi was visiting Xinzheng, and you even made a special trip to arrange a meeting. Is there something important on your mind?"

As the handsome man holding the white pieces appeared to be losing ground on the chessboard, he finally couldn't help but voice his doubts under the pressure of the black pieces in the east.

"To be honest, there's nothing really important, just some trivial matters." Dong Qing's expression remained calm and composed throughout.

“What might be a small matter for Dongzi could be a major issue that overwhelms us,” the handsome man said softly.

His pale skin, white hair, blood-red lips, red and black clothing, and simple yet flamboyant headdress all revealed his wicked and arrogant nature.

This is the handsome man holding the white pieces. His name is Bai Yifei, with the title of Xueyi Marquis, the fief of Xueyi Fort, and the authority to command 100,000 troops. He is a confidant of Ji Wuye, the great general of Han.

A marquis in blood-stained robes, a jade tiger on a rock, a sea goddess on the blue sea, and a traveler in a straw raincoat under the moon.

Bai Yifei is the leader of the Four Fierce Generals, and his mother was the only female marquis in Korea.

The 100,000 troops under his command were the only border troops of Han. Although he had never won a direct confrontation with the Qin army on the battlefield, it did not mean that he was bad at leading troops. It just meant that there was a big gap in strength between Qin and Han.

"Does Marquis Xueyi not believe me?" Dongqing asked.

"Given Dongzi's status, there's no need for such beating around the bush. Just speak frankly."

Xueyi Hou Bai Yifei narrowed his eyes. In fact, he disliked people deliberately beating around the bush in front of him, but when facing Dong Qing, he dared not utter any harsh words.

Not to mention Dongqing's revealed identity as an ancient Qi cultivator and his strength as the leader of the Hundred Schools of Thought.

The Qin State's Protector of the Law and the current Qin King's teacher are not figures to be trifled with.

A weak nation has no diplomacy, a weak nation has no human rights, and the weak must adopt the posture of the weak.

Xueyi Hou Bai Yifei understood this principle, which is why he is now in a very good mood.

"I heard that Marquis Xueyi recently captured a Baiyue woman?" Dongqing asked.

“This woman is connected to the assassination of the Qin envoy and is currently being held in the dungeon of Xueyi Fort,” Xueyi Hou Bai Yifei replied.

Knowing he couldn't fool Dongqing, he didn't choose to lie.

Many things have happened in Xinzheng recently, from the ghost soldiers robbing the soldiers' supplies, the prince being kidnapped, the massacre of Baiyue refugees, to the recent assassination of the Qin envoy. None of these things could escape the notice of those who were interested.

"Give her to me, and I'll interrogate her myself," Dong Qing said firmly.

"This is not the Qin Kingdom," said Bai Yifei, the Snow-Clad Marquis, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

“This place could become Qin territory at any time,” Dong Qing said calmly.

With a calm tone, a calm voice, and a calm gaze, Xueyi Hou Bai Yifei was far from calm. He clenched his fists tightly, a sense of humiliation rising in his heart, yet he felt powerless to change it.

Dong Qing is not only the Protector of the Law of Qin and the teacher of the current King of Qin, but he is also said to be very close to Lu Buwei, the Prime Minister of Qin, and to a certain extent, he can command the terrifying assassin organization Luo Wang.

A few minutes passed.

"Before sunset, this Baiyue woman will be safely delivered to the Dongzi residence." Xueyi Hou Bai Yifei's voice was low, with a hint of resentment in it.

This Baiyue woman was his spoils of war, but faced with Dong Qing's oppression, he couldn't think of any way to deal with her and could only obediently hand her over to Dong Qing.

"I want her to be unharmed, Marquis Xueyi, you should understand what I mean," Dongqing continued.

"Don't worry, Dongzi. She was arrested not long ago, and there hasn't been a chance to interrogate her yet," Xueyi Hou Bai Yifei nodded.

The time that follows.

Suppressing his displeasure and calming his irritable mood, Bai Yifei, the Snow-Clad Marquis, continued to play against Dong Qing, trying to give the white pieces a chance to survive against the black pieces.

A dozen minutes later.

The game is over.

The black pieces completely engulfed the white pieces, and the game reached a dead end.

"This is a rotten and dilapidated ship. As the best sailor on board, there is no need for you to sink with it," Dong Qing said meaningfully.

“My mother taught me from a young age that a man can die but never surrender. If this ship is to sink, the men of the Bai family shall be buried with it.” Bai Yifei, the Snow-Clad Marquis, remained expressionless.

"So you sometimes deliberately let Ninth Prince Han Fei off the hook and didn't go all out against him, because you actually wanted him to be able to mend this rotten ship?" Dong Qing asked curiously.

The man before them, Bai Yifei, was no ordinary person; he commanded an army of 100,000, while General Ji Wuye only controlled tens of thousands of imperial guards in Xinzheng City.

South Korea is no longer the South Korea of ​​the past. The entire South Korean army, from top to bottom, has no more than 200,000 men, yet more than half of them are in the hands of Bai Yifei, the Snow-Clad Marquis.

Although Ji Wuye is nominally a great general, he is not worthy of the title. The imperial guards who live a life of luxury in Xinzheng City are no match for the border troops who are stationed on the frontier and fighting against the Qin army.

these years.

The person who guarded the frontier and protected the four directions was always Bai Yifei, the Snow-Clad Marquis. Although he colluded with Ji Wuye, without him, the State of Han would have been destroyed by the State of Qin long ago.

This is neither strange nor impossible. In recent years, during the reign of King Zhuangxiang of Qin, who was also the father of King Zheng of Qin, the Qin state had already destroyed many small states.

Even the last vestiges of the Zhou Dynasty were destroyed by the Qin state, which is why Qin is known as a "tiger and wolf state" and is feared by the other six states.

"Among the many sons of the King of Han, he is one of the few with talent. It's just a pity that he is too kind and has no ambition to become king. He can only take things one step at a time. Hopefully, this rotten old ship can sail on the turbulent sea for a while longer."

Bai Yifei, the Marquis of Snow Robes, was not embarrassed or annoyed that Dong Qing had seen through him. If he really wanted to kill Han Fei, it would actually be simpler than he imagined; he just didn't want to do it.

.........

Several hours passed.

Xinzheng City, a hundred miles outside the city, Xueyi Fortress, an underground dungeon.

"Let me out!"

The voice was so alluring and seductive that it made one's bones go weak. The guard at the prison gate instantly lost consciousness, turning into a walking corpse. He took out the key and tried to open the prison gate.

After witnessing this scene.

A mysterious woman, seemingly gentle yet passionate, wore a smug expression on her fair, jade-like face, as if men were nothing more than this.

But in the next second.

The mysterious woman froze, then turned to look at a corner.

"How long have you been hiding there?"

"From the moment you first unleashed the Fire Charm spell."

"you...."

"Your eyes are beautiful, but deep within those ripples often lurks a dangerous vortex." Bai Yifei, the Snow-Clad Marquis, emerged from the shadows.

"How can you know the beauty underwater without going deep into the whirlpool?" The mysterious woman leaned against the iron gate of the prison, her posture alluring, as if she wanted to use the same trick again.

"It's always hard to refuse an invitation from a beauty like that," said Xueyi Hou Bai Yifei with a faint smile.

"Then are you willing to sink with me?" The mysterious woman's eyes grew even brighter.

It is clear.

This mysterious woman is using a special technique called the Fire Enchantment Art to try to control Bai Yifei, the Snow-Clad Marquis, trapping him in an inescapable illusion and turning him into a mindless walking corpse.

"You'd better be careful not to burn yourself," Xueyi Hou Bai Yifei's eyes flickered slightly, instantly deflecting the mysterious woman's fire charm technique.

next moment.

When the mysterious woman opened her eyes again, she found herself in a snowy wonderland. Confused, she walked for a while and eventually arrived at a dark ancient castle.

The castle is famous, named Snow Robe.

Inside the dark castle are two hundred-meter-long swords, one red and one white, floating in mid-air. The sound of the swords clashing against each other is very crisp and melodious.

The mysterious woman completely ignored these strange sights, following the thought deep in her mind, and stepped directly into the darkness, pushing open the door to the depths of her memory.

"Sister, this is the doll you made for me. I will always keep it with me." A long-lost voice suddenly echoed deep in the mysterious woman's mind.

"Snapped......"

Flames surged all around her, and the memories she didn't want to recall resurfaced before her. The mysterious woman's eyes were filled with tears as she helplessly watched those who were mercilessly devoured by the flames.

"This can't be, this isn't me!"

This moment.

The mysterious woman finally realized that she had been backfired by her own fire charm, and that the other party had used this opportunity to construct a realistic illusion.

"Why...why did you have to make me see this?"

The mysterious woman slumped to the ground, hugging her knees, tears streaming down her face. She looked so helpless that one couldn't help but want to protect her with their life.

"Ambition, jealousy, greed, guilt—once you can open the dark door in everyone's heart and manipulate the whole world, it's as simple as eating and drinking."

“A woman as beautiful as you deserves to be treated gently. It’s a pity that you’ve caught the eye of a big shot. Come with me to Xinzheng and offer everything to that person.”