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

Chapter 19 Are all female assassins this fierce?

On Lord Changxin's carriage.

Li Wu held a black cat in her arms, and never put down her flute.

She remained quiet, sitting on one side of the carriage like a poppy blooming silently.

Ying Jing wasn't in such a hurry; he simply lay on the soft couch and closed his eyes to rest.

He was about to go to Ganquan Palace, and it would probably take a lot of effort to coax Zhao Ji into knowing that he was going to the State of Zhao.

Coaxing Zhao Ji is undoubtedly a physically demanding task; one must first conserve one's energy!

"I'm not a bad person, you don't need to be so tense."

Ying Jing could tell that although Li Wu appeared to be sitting quietly, she was actually in a tense state.

This might be due to the killer's instinct; upon arriving in an unfamiliar environment, they instinctively remained vigilant.

Li Wu finally turned her head, her beautiful eyes gazing at Ying Jing.

Ying Jing, however, was lying casually on the soft couch with his eyes slightly narrowed, looking completely at ease.

This relaxed and carefree expression was something she had never seen before.

"Relax, if you'd like, you can even lie down and take a nap. I'll give you half the space."

Jing Dashanren has always been the same kind-hearted person who is always thinking of others. For Li Wu's physical and mental health, he was even willing to give up half of his own soft couch to rest on!

A ripple finally appeared in those seemingly lifeless eyes, and Li Wu slowly stood up.

Holding a black cat and a jade flute in her hand, she remained silent and went straight to the soft couch.

Then... without removing her clothes or makeup, she just lay down like that.

She even pulled half of the silk quilt over from Ying Jing's side!

???

You are so rude!

Ying Jing was completely dumbfounded.

I told you to sleep, and you actually did! Besides, who told you to touch my silk quilt?

Are all female assassins this fierce? Even embroiderers aren't like this!

"Thank you, Mr. Changxin."

This was the second time Ying Jing had heard Li Wu speak. Her voice was very soft, but it could be heard very clearly in the quiet carriage.

Ying Jing was about to say something, whether it was praising Li Wu's voice or her beauty, it's always good to praise a woman.

But then, another voice softly rang out.

"Meow~"

It seems that the black cat is also saying, "Mr. Xie Changxin."

A soft, even breathing sound arose, and Li Wu's eyes were already closed.

Jing Dashan could tell that she wasn't pretending to sleep, but had actually fallen asleep.

Falling asleep in a second—Jing Dashanren himself admitted he didn't possess such an ability.

"Because they're under too much mental strain. Assassins especially need to pay attention to their mental health..."

Ying Jing tilted his head and looked at the white ball and the black cat, then stopped interrupting and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Inside the spacious and luxurious carriage, the sounds of breathing alternated, creating a harmonious and tranquil atmosphere.

Ganquan Palace was quite far from Xianyang Palace, and the carriage traveled slowly before finally stopping.

"Young master, we have arrived at Ganquan Palace."

The coachman's voice pierced through the carriage curtain.

Li Wu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and almost at the same time, she opened her eyes.

The black cat stretched lazily in her arms, while her hand unconsciously stroked the jade flute, as if ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Ying Jing noticed her little gesture, and couldn't help but smile. He raised his hand and gently touched the butterfly pattern on her forehead: "I've already told you, there's no need to be so nervous."

He smiled, then straightened his clothes and slowly stepped out of the carriage.

Li Wu, left alone in the carriage, raised her hand and gently touched her forehead, feeling the warmth from the intimate contact just now, her expression inscrutable.

"I...actually...fell asleep..."

Ganquan Palace was like his own home to Ying Jing. He easily passed through the layers of palace complexes and defenses and headed straight for the inner hall.

Behind him, Li Wu followed closely.

"Young master, you've finally arrived! The Empress Dowager is already throwing a tantrum."

Zhao Gao's appearance was somewhat abrupt, sporting a head of red hair, and a hint of helplessness flickered in his dead fish eyes.

Serving Zhao Ji is no easy task!

Although Zhao Gao did not exude any murderous aura, his strange appearance still made Li Wu somewhat nervous, and she instinctively pressed her hand on the jade flute.

But some people were much faster than her.

Swish swish!

Three ghostly figures appeared, each standing in a different position and wielding a sword, yet they perfectly blocked any possibility of attacking Changxin-jun by bypassing the three of them.

"First Class, Heavenly Rank!"

"And there are three of them!"

Li Wu's pupils contracted slightly; her entire understanding of the world was shaken!

Although she had never met the Six Sword Slaves, Li Wu could still sense the aura of a fellow assassin emanating from them.

Moreover, Li Wu was able to recognize the swords held by the three men.

Truly powerful, chaotic spirits, demons!

Three individuals ranked first in the Heavenly Class!

The tentacles of the Luo Net extend across the seven kingdoms of the world, and the number of assassins is considerable, yet there are only nine Heavenly Rank One assassins in total!

But now, Lord Changxin actually has three top-ranking bodyguards by his side?

Then what is the point of her existence?

"You guys are really..."

Ying Jing smiled helplessly: "Steward Zhao is one of us, you may leave."

As mindless killing machines, the Six Sword Slaves simply carried out their tasks rigorously, clearly perceiving Zhao Gao's martial arts prowess as exceptional.

Therefore, every time Zhao Gao appeared, it would arouse their vigilance.

Although such a move was somewhat unnecessary, it still pleased Ying Jing greatly.

A weapon that has developed its own consciousness, like a water cut-off device, is already somewhat unqualified and needs to be replaced.

Seeing that only three of Ying Jing's six sword slaves remained, Zhao Gao didn't say anything more. He simply stopped and bowed respectfully from a safe distance.

"It is truly admirable that you, young master, still remember something about a nobody like Zhao Gao, despite your busy schedule."

A sickly smile graced his pale face, his expression strangely obsequious.

Ying Jing's words, "Steward Zhao," truly resonated with him.

Ying Jing was well aware of Zhao Gao's thoughts: "Today, when you come to see the Empress Dowager, I will speak to her on your behalf and promote you to the position of Chief Steward of Ganquan Palace."

"However, Chief Steward Zhao, thanks to the King's trust, I have been granted the title of Lord Changxin and will soon be sent as an envoy to the State of Zhao. You must take good care of the security of Ganquan Palace."

He brought up the security issue of Ganquan Palace once again.

Before leaving the Qin state, there are some arrangements that must be made.

We can't go out for a short while and come back to find our house raided!

Ying Jing would certainly not make such a mistake.

A hint of joy appeared in Zhao Gao's dead fish eyes.

He is now considered one of Ying Jing's men. Ying Jing's conferment of the title of Lord Changxin and his gain of higher power and status are undoubtedly good things for him.

"Congratulations, young master! Lord Changxin, please rest assured, with Zhao Gao around, not even a fly from outside will be able to enter Ganquan Palace!"

Zhao Gao was a capable man; he had already understood the meaning behind Ying Jing's words.

Ganquan Palace is the residence of the Empress Dowager; how many people in the world would dare to covet it?

The so-called security issue...