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

Chapter 177 Xianyang, finally back

Han Yu is dead.

Although he never intended to let him go in the first place, the way he died still surprised Ying Jing a little.

The poison was clearly something he had hidden in his mouth long ago, just like some of the assassins and assassins in the Luo Wang organization, so that he could commit suicide if necessary.

Today's assassination attempt may seem like a farce, but Han Yu's personal presence indicates that he was prepared to pay with his life.

Han Yu had never really left a good impression on Ying Jing.

A cunning schemer who covets the position of Crown Prince, and even the position of King of Han. He uses Han Fei and Hong Lian extensively for his own power.

However, today, Ying Jing got to know this man in a new light.

Human nature is complex. He may indeed be a schemer who craves power, but at the same time, he is a royal descendant with the blood of the Ji clan of Han, and has always been loyal to the state of Han.

The fact that a schemer dies for his loyalty is inherently touching.

“When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out. I hope that Lord Changxin will not pursue the assassination today and will order his body to be sent back to Korea.”

Han Fei's voice was somewhat hoarse, and his expression was somewhat forlorn.

Ying Jing sighed softly: "Don't worry, I wouldn't make things difficult for a dead man. Luo Wang will send him back."

Having received a positive reply, Han Fei's expression softened slightly.

"Let him be buried in his homeland; this is the only thing Han Fei can do for him."

After speaking, Han Fei did not utter another word until the assassins from Luo Wang took away Han Yu's body.

He remained silent, his steps somewhat unsteady, and went straight back to his own carriage.

Han Fei studied at Xiaoshengxianzhuang under the tutelage of Master Xun. His knowledge was naturally rich. The more he understood, the clearer he saw everything, and the more things weighed on his heart, making it heavier and heavier.

In comparison, Honglian, who still retained some innocence, was not as distressed as Han Fei.

After all, Honglian's relationship with Han Yu was just so-so, and with Nongyu and Yanlingji comforting her, she quickly recovered, though a faint trace of sorrow inevitably appeared between her brows.

It's fine if it's Han Yu today, but what if it's Han Fei in the future?

"Han Fei's fate depends on his own choices."

Ying Jing gently stroked Honglian's somewhat round head and sighed softly.

Given Han Fei's abilities and Zheng Ge's appreciation for him, if he could set aside Han and wholeheartedly serve Qin, he would surely be highly valued, and it's not impossible for him to achieve great merit and be ennobled as a marquis or prime minister in the future.

But given Han Fei's temperament, this is almost impossible.

Even though Li Si is now in Ying Jing's hands, if Ying Zheng runs out of patience with him, someone else might take action.

Of course, another important point is that you shouldn't be too curious and shouldn't study the Azure Dragon's Seven Mansions.

"Don't worry about Han Fei. Even in the worst situation, my husband will protect his life."

With a smile, Ying Jing made a promise to Hong Lian.

In fact, Han Fei's personality was not suited to serving as an official in the court. He should have been like Lü Buwei today, writing books in seclusion.

Thus, it is not impossible that Han Feizi's name will be comparable to that of Confucius and Mencius thousands of years later.

Having received Ying Jing's promise, Honglian's fair and delicate face couldn't help but show a hint of joy.

"Honglian...thank you...thank you, my husband..."

Although marrying Changxin Jun was almost a done deal, Honglian was still a little uncomfortable with the new title, and a blush immediately crept onto her cheeks in a shy manner.

As for calling out "husband" to plead for Han Yu earlier, that was something he did entirely at Yan Lingji's instigation!

"Silly girl, your husband only hopes that my lovely Princess Honglian will always be happy. Don't think about these complicated things anymore. Your husband will handle it."

Ying Jing pinched Honglian's smooth cheek, his tone affectionate.

Legend has it that the red lotus is a flower of revenge that blooms in hell, and thus it transforms into a crimson serpent, which may have been its destined fate.

But Ying Jing was here to save these people from their tragic fates; how could he let everything unfold according to a predetermined path?

Compared to the alluring and ruthless Chi Lian, Ying Jing preferred the innocent and carefree Hong Lian.

In this chaotic world, beautiful yet ruthless black roses are not hard to find, but there is only one innocent and carefree little red lotus.

Although the destruction of Han was inevitable, protecting some of Honglian's more important relatives was by no means a difficult task for Ying Jing.

In this way, even if Honglian grieves for the fall of Korea, she will not completely transform into Chilian.

……

The border between Qin and Han is not far away.

However, carriages in this era were not fast. Even with the horse running at full speed and minimizing rest time along the way, it still took Ying Jing's carriage half a month to finally return to Xianyang.

Ying Jing lifted the curtain of the carriage and peeked out to look around.

As the sun sets, the sky is ablaze with red glow, and fiery clouds obscure the sun.

The majestic and ancient city of Xianyang, like a giant stained red, stands before us.

"Xianyang, we're finally back..."