Ying Ziheng calmly walked into the alley of the Yan Country, walked onto the street, and walked slowly!
They were actually shopping!
The ink qilin couldn't understand its master. Shouldn't he be heading to the Great Yan's palace to behead the Yan King Xi and Crown Prince Dan?
Receiving the fruits of victory?
With a great victory right in front of him, why did Master have the time to shop here?
However, the ink qilin didn't ask, because in this period of service, she already knew how overbearing and ambitious Ying Ziheng was!
Since Master had done this, he must have his reasons. She only needed to follow him.
Thinking of this, the ink qilin followed closely to prevent any ignorant fellows from disturbing its master's mood!
The two of them walked on the street.
In the eyes of ordinary people, he looked like a noble from the Yan Country who was dressed luxuriously and had an unparalleled temperament, as well as a beautiful maid who accompanied him.
Along the way, the commoners avoided him, afraid that they would offend this important figure.
After all, in this era, the status of commoners was very low, and Great Qin did not rule by law. If they offended the nobles, their families would be destroyed, and the nobles would only need to pay a small amount of money.
Ji City was very big, and they had already entered the center of the city.
This was because the city walls and residential areas in this era were actually some distance away from each other. They were not squeezed together like in television dramas.
In addition, it was Ying Ziheng who directly broke through the city wall, giving the Yan Country no time to react. Other than the King of Yan, most of the Yan Country's civilians did not know that the Qin army had already charged in!
After all, it was the capital of a country, and it was relatively bustling.
There were many restaurants and courier stations.
Although the battle was approaching, there were fewer pedestrians on the road and they were all in a hurry!
There were only a few scattered shouts.
"Yan Country's best wine! Guest, come and take a look!"
"Bean rice, it's time to sell bean rice!"
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It wasn't that they didn't want to hide, but once they couldn't earn money, what awaited them was the fate of starving to death. Thus, they could only bite the bullet and come out.
The rest of the commoners on the street had a worried look on their faces.
After all, this battle concerned the survival of the Yan Country.
The impression that the people of Qin gave to the people of Yan was that they were cruel, murderous, and a group of barbarians.
If the Qin army attacked, the consequences would be unimaginable!
It was all hearsay. Some of the people of Yan Country had lived in Ji City their entire lives and had never seen the outside world.
In addition, the upper echelons of the Yan Country deliberately spread some rumors, causing the commoners to have this kind of resistance towards the Qin Country.
Ying Ziheng's temperament and demeanor seemed to be out of place in this environment. He was calm and composed, and had a kind of boldness that kept strangers away.
The passersby at the side all retreated far away, not daring to get too close to this mysterious noble figure!
He walked to a bean rice stall by the street and chose a seat to sit down calmly.
"I'll have the bowl of bean rice (food made from beans and wheat).”
The stall owner saw that this man was dressed luxuriously and there was a beautiful maid in black behind him. He must not be from an ordinary family. He should be a young master of the Yan Country!
Or even more! He had occasionally seen the nobles of the Yan Country, but the aura they gave off was hundreds of times stronger than the domineering nobles of the Yan Country he had seen on the streets!
He was also shocked!
This was a rare guest. Usually, a noble of this level would not come to a street stall like his to eat a mouthful of bean rice.
If he met a generous Wang noble, he might be able to earn money for half a year!
He did not dare to be negligent and quickly said,"Alright, my lord. A bowl of bean rice will be served soon!”
Soon, a bowl of steaming bean rice was carefully served by the vendor.
Ying Ziheng sniffed. The fragrance wasn't bad.
Then, he started to taste it.
Ying Ziheng slowly savored the bean rice, his gaze deep as if he was thinking about something.
Although the ink qilin was a little hungry, he didn't sit down. Instead, he was constantly on guard against any possible dangers around him.
The peddler stood respectfully at the side and nodded repeatedly with a fawning expression.
The peddler couldn't help but ask,"Sir, the Qin army is coming. Aren't you going to hide first?"”
"Why should I avoid it? The Qin country ruled the country according to the law. There was no need to be afraid if they did not commit any crimes.”Ying Ziheng said indifferently.
"Aiya, my lord, the Qin people are full of killing intent. In the past, that killing god Bai Qi buried 400,000 soldiers of the Zhao army alive. Their king of Qin is even more brutal.”The peddler scratched his head, feeling a little awkward and afraid.
"Also, that recently infamous Third Young Master of the State of Qin has mastered a yellow sand evil technique. He's just like that demon. This shows how terrifying the State of Qin is!”
At this point, the peddler's face was filled with fear, as if the demon was right in front of him!
Hearing this, the ink qilin frowned slightly, feeling a little dissatisfied.
He actually dared to speak ill of his master to his face!
If it wasn't for Ying Ziheng's gaze, she wouldn't have been able to resist attacking!
Ying Ziheng didn't care at all and asked,""How's the yield of beans and wheat?"
The peddler answered honestly," The harvest has been pretty good these few years. Otherwise, we wouldn't have any extra to sell bean rice. Hehe."”
Ying Ziheng nodded in satisfaction and said softly,""Then you should just do your business in peace. The nobles should be the ones who are afraid.”
The peddler was stunned when he heard that.
Aren't you a noble of the Yan Country yourself? Your words are so strange.
Ying Ziheng stood up, and the ink qilin also threw a bunch of money on the table.
The peddler's eyes lit up. This was too much!
Although he did not know why it was the ring money used in the State of Qin, this was enough to buy his stall!
As expected of a big shot, he was indeed generous!
However, he was also a little afraid. Looking at the remaining half bowl of bean rice, he couldn't help but ask,
"Sir, aren't you going to eat? Does it taste bad?"
Ying Ziheng said softly," The taste is not bad. After I kill the King of Yan, I'll try it again!"”
Kill... Kill the king?
The peddler was so frightened that he lost his grip on the coin and dropped it to the ground.
At this moment, a wave of shouts and shouts rang out.
The vanguard of the Qin army had already arrived with a mighty momentum.
It was charging towards him!
When the peddler saw this, he was so scared that his liver was about to split!
Am I going to die today? Everyone knew that the Qin army was cruel and merciless!
He quickly knelt on the ground, not forgetting to hide the coins on the ground in his pocket.
He saw an unbelievable scene from the corner of his eye.
The soldiers of the State of Qin all knelt in front of this lord who had just eaten the bean rice he had made, their expressions extremely respectful!
The hawker felt suffocated and his muscles tensed up. He looked extremely nervous.
Wasn't this a noble from the Yan Country?
Why was the Qin army so respectful to him?
Moreover, he could vaguely hear a voice. It seemed to be the Qin army addressing the young man as the Third Prince!
Could…Could he be…
The Third Young Master of the State of Qin!
Ying Ziheng!
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