The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Chapter 107 What the People Want

They traveled a long and dusty road, and even encountered several assassination attempts.

With Bai Changchuan's close protection, Yuan Tiangang's covert protection, and his own brute strength honed over the years, he was able to hold out for a while.

Many of the family members who followed him felt increasingly sorry for Master Danyang.

The old man who delivered the chickens never had a name in his life, but Ying Ji, seeing his kindness, helped him name him Ji Yang.

Unfortunately, the old man couldn't read and thought it was chicken or sheep, which made a fool of himself.

But the old man also quite liked being called "Grandpa Ji Yang" by others.

Along the way, they witnessed the assassination attempt on Lord Danyang, poisoning, and even the infiltration of his family members when no one was looking.

Grandpa Ji Yang began to compile a list of people every day. After a few days, he knew exactly how many people were in each family, which villages they came from, which military unit they served in, and how old their children were.

If there was anyone unfamiliar, or if something seemed amiss, the guards would secretly inform Ying Ji.

The family members, old and young, all cared deeply for the benefactor who was just as important as them.

Every time they get together, they say that when their own Gouwa, Niuwa, Erdan... come back, they must serve in the army well and not hold the team back.

"Uncle Ji Yang, I heard from the princess that the child will be back for the New Year."

Grandpa Ji Yang was feeding his chicks and caterpillars in the carriage: "I don't know anything about this. Don't go around spreading rumors. If it's settled, we'll definitely be notified first."

"Uncle Ji Yang, what does Xianyang look like? I'm an old woman who has never been far from home, so I don't know if there's any land in Xianyang. Could you plant the newly grown seedlings here?"

"What kind of good seedlings do you grow? Didn't you already plant them by the hair of people before?"

The old woman smiled bitterly: "With these old arms and legs, the things were snatched away before I even got them."

Another old woman patted his hand: "It's alright, Wang is a very good woman. With her here, we can manage anywhere. Clearing wasteland is no problem either."

Grandpa Ji interrupted the conversation: "What do you mean by that? The princess is such a noble lady, how could she do such things? I'm just an old man who raises chickens. I guess I have quite a few chickens to raise. You can come and help catch caterpillars to feed the chickens."

A thin, dark-skinned child smiled and said, "Grandpa, I can catch caterpillars for you. I've been doing it since I was little, so I'm sure I can help you."

Ji Yang patted the child's head, cursing the child's unreliable stepmother in her heart. As soon as the man left, she remarried and left the child to be raised by the old man.

A few years ago, the old man passed away from an illness, leaving behind only a young child who survived by eating insects.

"Paparazzi, from now on, follow Grandpa, and he'll make sure you don't go hungry."

The paparazzi looked at Grandpa Ji Yang, his eyes welling up with tears: "I will definitely repay Grandpa's kindness in the future. I want to join the army and protect Grandpa."

Ji Yang was clearly serious; the next day, he took paparazzi to find Ying Ji.

“Your Highness, I feel sorry for this baby. Could you help me name him? From now on, the paparazzi will be my grandson.”

Looking at the paparazzi who was so thin he looked emaciated, Ying Ji quickly recalled whose paparazzi they were.

Seeing the two snuggling together, he naturally agreed: "How about Ji Zai? If you don't like her later, you can marry someone you like when you go to school."

Grandpa Ji Yang was very satisfied with this: "Chicken, chicken, it's really good, much better than dog."

Ying Ji smiled, knowing that Ji Yang had misunderstood, but this was just the simple and unpretentious nature of the common people; giving them a humble name would make them easier to raise.

Ji Zai quickly accepted the name, and Ying Ji even made name tags for the two of them, Ji Zai and Ji Yang, as gifts.

Bai Changchuan watched the woman move with ease among a group of elderly people and children.

Her eyes held an unyielding tenderness.

Once the person returned to his side, he leaned on his shoulder and nuzzled against him: "We're going back to Xianyang tomorrow, where will you arrange for me to stay?"

Ying Ji felt a chill run down her spine instantly. Her mind raced, and she threw the question back at him: "Do you plan to live permanently in the palace or the mansion? Why don't you choose for yourself? If you don't like the vacant rooms, we'll build you another one."

The man snuggled up to him and said in a coquettish tone, "I want to stay anywhere, as long as I'm with you, I'm fine with either place."

The man felt a chill run down his spine, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead: "Then, if you're staying in the mansion, the master bedroom is still empty."

Bai Changchuan's lips curled up, his mood improved considerably, and he was quite happy that he had taken over the master bedroom that Zhang Liang hadn't moved into: "Since you begged me to move in, then I'll just have to stay in the master bedroom for now, and I'll stay in the palace from there."

Ying Ji turned her head, pretending to read the letter, and casually replied, "You'll have to see this, Zheng. Your decree hasn't come down yet. It wouldn't be good to suddenly send you back to the inner palace. We should make sure the Zidi Palace is built for you first."

(Bai Changchuan, courtesy name Zidi, according to the Shuowen Jiezi: "Di means to arrive; it is composed of the character 氏 (shi) and the character 一 (yi) below. 一 (yi) represents the earth." The Erya Shitian says: "The root of heaven is Di."

Zhang Liang, courtesy name Zifang, is described in the "Treatise on Celestial Offices" in the *Records of the Grand Historian* as follows: "Fang is the 'fu' (府), also known as the 'tiansi' (天驷)." "Fu" is interchangeable with "fu" (腑). The *Erya* (释天) states: "The 'tiansi' is Fang."

Both belong to one of the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon.

Bai Changchuan was in a great mood. He wrapped his arms around the woman's waist from behind and put all the weight of his head on her shoulder.

"That's fine too. My birthday is coming up soon, and I want to see fireworks all over the city."

Seeing that the man was in a stable mood, Ying Ji felt relieved. But the beauty trap... it was hard to bear: "Fireworks won't do. Ah Liang did it before, and it would be a shame to make you watch the same thing again."

At the moment of rejection, the woman felt like her back was about to break. Luckily, her next words came just in time, or she would have been dead.

In an attempt to save herself, she kissed the man's cheek on the side: "Didn't you say before that you wanted a sky full of stars? On your birthday, you will receive blessings from the whole city."

The man's serious expression immediately softened; his change of expression was so swift that it left others far behind. Thinking of the force he had used just now, he gently rubbed the spot where he had pinched him with one hand.

She said softly, "I was thinking about something else just now and accidentally used a little too much force. Are you alright?"

Ying Ji dared not say no, shaking her head like a rattle drum: "What nonsense! I know you're reluctant to exert yourself. Instead of this, why not think about the date for the investiture ceremony? That way you can be free for a while. A-Zheng said that the various schools of thought in the Imperial Academy are making moves, and I need to go and take a look."

The man frowned slightly: "I've already arranged so many things for you as soon as you got back. I'll go back and check on things, and then you can give me some advice."

Seeing that Bai Changchuan had completely stopped mentioning anything else, Ying Ji wiped away her cold sweat: [That was close! Every single one of those questions was practically a death sentence.]

It's just that the thought of having many more days like this in the future makes me feel a little heartbroken, but it's also a bittersweet experience.

Bai Changchuan also cherished this day of being inseparable, basically following him everywhere.

She wants a kiss as soon as she opens her eyes, wants to be held whenever she rests, and especially loves to hear sweet nothings that make your scalp tingle.

Yingji felt that her stock of cheesy pickup lines was running low and she desperately needed to replenish it.