Chapter 62 Han Wangan: Look, this is my precious son!

Although Han Wangan felt a little weak, the sense of satisfaction in his heart was stronger than ever before.

Han Wangan: Let me see who else is spreading rumors about me!

Prince Han An finished washing up in a daze, then left Madam Mingzhu's bedroom and went to court.

During the Warring States Period, officials attending court did not stand in the order of civil officials and military generals, but classified themselves according to their official ranks.

Those with higher official ranks stood on the right side of Han Wangan, and those with lower official ranks stood on the left side of Han Wangan.

Therefore, the person standing closest to Han Wangan’s right hand was the Crown Prince of Han, who had been knocked to the ground by the King of Poisons and had been recuperating for a period of time.

The person closest to Han Wangan’s left is Wei Zhuang dressed as Ji Wuye.

Li Si stood upright in the center of the hall holding the banner. Seeing King Han An coming, Li Si slowly spoke, "I wonder if the king has found the murderer who killed my Qin envoy."

Han Wangan turned his gaze to Han Fei. Han Fei lowered his head and said nothing. There was nothing he could do. He was thankful that he was not knocked unconscious by Gongsun Ce and thrown into the toilet.

Moreover, Han Fei knew clearly that Li Si's purpose today was to take people, not to force Han to cede land and pay compensation.

Han Fei's eyes slowly swept over Ji Wuye. He felt that he still thought too little.

His goal simply changed from overthrowing Ji Wuye to overthrowing Wei Zhuang who was pretending to be Ji Wuye.

No fundamental changes have occurred.

Li Si spoke again at this time, "Since the king has not found the murderer, then cede Nanyang and use the prince as a hostage."

King Han's mind was in a mess, and he only remembered agreeing to the Qin envoy's request. But when he heard about ceding Nanyang, King Han suddenly woke up.

Nanyang is a granary for South Korea and a natural barrier for its capital Xinzheng. It would be fine if the crown prince of South Korea was lost in Xianyang, but Nanyang must not be lost.

At this time, Wei Zhuang, disguised as Ji Wuye, slowly spoke, "Envoy from the State of Qin, the crown prince can be a hostage, but Nanyang must not be ceded.

But the killing of the messenger is indeed a big deal, so why don’t we both take a step back?”

Wei Zhuang's face showed a smile under the silver mask. "We can add Han Fei and Princess Honglian as hostages. And Qin will no longer require the cession of Nanyang."

Li Si pretended to be in a dilemma and thought for a moment, "Deal."

The entire Korean court fell into silence in an instant, and the Korean king and his ministers in the court had different expressions.

Han Wangan: Lao Jiu and Hong Lian combined are comparable to Nan Yang? So valuable?

Han Yu: God helps me! Without Han Fei and the crown prince, who else can the King of Han do but me?

Zhang Kaidi: Something is wrong. It’s absolutely wrong!

As for Han Fei, he was dumbfounded. Did they agree last night that they only wanted the crown prince as a hostage? Are these two men so fickle?

In a remote palace in South Korea.

Ying Zheng was playing chess with Gai Nie using stones. Ying Zheng discussed with Gai Nie with great interest when they would return home.

"Mr. Gai, when and how do you think Mr. Gongsun will send me back home?"

Gai Nie thought for a moment, "He will go to Xianyang via Wusui, but as for when and how he will leave Xinzheng, I have no idea for now."

Ying Zheng's expression was calm, but Gai Nie felt that he seemed to be in a very good mood.

Ying Zheng stood up and faced the sunlight outside, leaving only Gai Nie's back, "It's hard to find a true friend, and it's also hard to find a good teacher and helpful friend."

Ying Zheng, who escaped from the cage, gradually figured out many things and saw a more distant future.

However, Gongsun Ce, who was considered a great talent in Ying Zheng's eyes, might not be that great.

The sun was shining, the water was clear, and by the artificial lake, a figure in pink was dancing with a sword in front of Gongsun Ce.

The ancient zither used to kill people last night was now placed horizontally on Gongsun Ce's knees. Gongsun Ce gently stroked the zither, and the sound of the zither was pleasant and melodious. Honglian's posture was elegant and agile, like a dancing crane, lightly shuttling among the green grass.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, contrasting beautifully with her pink dress.

As she turned her wrist, the sword drew graceful arcs in the air.

The sword light flickered, and it was even more dazzling under the sunlight.

The tip of the sword lightly touched the water surface, causing ripples.

The sword blade swept through the air, bringing a gust of fresh breeze.

Her movements were elegant yet vigorous, solemn yet murderous. Gongsun Ce could see that she had a deeper understanding of the Eight-Legged Dance.

Every time the tip of the sword trembled, it seemed as if a solemn ceremony was being performed.

Her figure became more and more graceful, like a startled swan or a swimming dragon.

The air around her seemed to be infected by her sword dance and became lively.

The wind blew gently, causing her skirt to sway, forming a harmonious picture with her sword dance.

As the sword dance progressed, her eyes became brighter.

Her movements became faster and faster, and the frequency of the sword flashing became higher and higher.

At this moment, she seemed to have merged into one with the sword, the wind, the moon, and the red lotus, performing together a heart-stirring sword dance feast.

Her figure danced gracefully, like a dancing butterfly, leaving behind beautiful shadows.

Gongsun Ce's song ended and the final note came to an end.

Honglian also ended her sword dance. With a faint sound of sword, Honglian put away her sword.

After finishing the sword dance, Honglian trotted over to Gongsun Ce and asked for praise from him in the tone of a child asking for candy.

"Has my swordsmanship improved?"

Gongsun Ce patted the grass beside him. Honglian understood and sat on the grass beside Gongsun Ce, resting her head on Gongsun Ce's shoulder.

Gongsun Ce started playing the guqin again, this time the music was Feng Qiu Huang, "Phoenix, Phoenix, return to your hometown, travel around the world to find your phoenix. When I haven't met you, I have nothing to do, how can I realize that I am ascending to this hall now..."

Honglian's pretty face suddenly turned red, and she understood the subtext of Gongsun Ce's words: It's beautiful, I like it very much.

After Gongsun Ce finished the song, he raised his hand and gently scratched the tip of Honglian's nose, "If I want to leave Han and go to Qin, will you go with me?"

Hearing that Gongsun Ce was leaving, and going to Qin, Honglian's face changed, "Father will not allow me to leave with you, after all, I am a princess of Han."

Gongsun Ce could have said some polite words to temporarily appease Honglian, but after thinking it over he decided to tell the truth.

"If the Qin envoys asked the Crown Prince of Han, Han Fei and you to go to Xianyang as hostages.

Do you think your father will refuse or agree?"

Honglian murmured, "I... don't know."

Gongsun Ce turned around and took Honglian into his arms, "Don't worry, the Qin envoy is my senior brother..."

The subsequent words fell into Honglian's ears and automatically arranged themselves: I chose to go to Qin State to serve for you, just hoping to protect you.

Honglian's eyes moved, blocking Gongsun Ce's unfinished words.

When Gongsun Ce noticed the emotions in Honglian's eyes, he chose to give up explaining.

A wonderful misunderstanding is also a good experience. Honglian's eyes were filled with emotions, as if she wanted to pry Gongsun Ce apart and rub him into her body.

(End of this chapter)