The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Chapter 81 South Korea's Passage

Sinzheng, South Korea

While Ying Ji and her entourage were enjoying themselves in Xianyang, the state of Han was already in a state of turmoil. After all, 100,000 Qin troops were stationed on the border of Shangdang, and no one knew when they might attack.

King Han asked Zhang Ping, "Is there any news yet?"

Zhang Ping bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Prince You is dead and is still on the border of Zhao. This matter has been thoroughly dealt with. Lian Po has also found his whereabouts, and he should be heading to Chu."

The King of Han was furious: "Who's listening to what you're saying? I asked about the situation in Xianyang. Has Zhang Liang replied yet?"

Zhang Ping remained silent, while the King of Han was furious: "Give your unfilial son a good scolding. At a time when the country is on the verge of collapse, all he knows is love and affection. Let him think of a way to get the Qin army to leave Han as soon as possible."

Zhang Ping nodded and said, "Yes."

King Han looked at Zhang Ping and waved for him to leave.

Looking at Bao Yue, he tried to keep his tone calm: "General, how many troops can Han spare to hold out for a few more days?"

Bao Yue was a muscular man, about 2 meters tall, with rugged features and a full beard. His voice was sticky and phlegmy, as if he had phlegm stuck in his throat: "Your Majesty, Han can only mobilize 5 troops at present. This is after drawing all available forces. If we talk about resisting, Xinzheng can hold out for three months."

The King of Han's eyes were bloodshot: "What about Shangdang! Just like that, we're giving it away for nothing."

Bao Yue didn't speak, but his attitude was very clear: the state of Han could not resist the Qin army.

King Han felt so angry he could barely stand. He sat on his throne and summoned Wei Zhuang: "Chief, go to Xianyang and assist Honglian in gaining the favor of the King of Qin as soon as possible. Also, teach Zhang Liang a lesson and make him do what he's supposed to do."

Once this is accomplished, the position of Supreme General will be handed over to you.

Wei Zhuang accepted the order and left.

Zhang Ping returned to the Prime Minister's residence and asked his wife to write a letter to Zhang Liang and send it to him.

Xianyang Pavilion Assistant

Zhang Wei held the letter in his hand, clenching it slightly, but still went to the Dianke Mansion to request an audience with Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang was so busy that he almost forgot his elder brother was still in Xianyang: "Brother, what brings you here all of a sudden?"

Zhang Wei didn't dare to act like an elder brother and try to control the other party. He directly took out the letter his father had given him: "I will return to Han tomorrow. The Qin army has 100,000 troops stationed in Shangdang. Do you really trust the Qin people and not come to Han's aid?"

Zhang Liang was not surprised when he heard the news. His father had sent someone to deliver a message to him by the river, urging him to persuade the princess to withdraw her troops as soon as possible.

"Brother, now that you've delivered it, could you please bring me a letter home too?"

Zhang Wei was delighted, thinking that Zhang Liang had come to his senses, and nodded in agreement: "Alright, I will leave at noon tomorrow. Just have someone send the official to me."

Zhang Liang didn't see his guest out, but instead opened the bamboo slips beside him and started reading. Zhang Wei looked a little displeased, but didn't say anything and left with a flick of his sleeve.

After everyone left, he stroked the letter in his hand. Upon opening it, he found it was written by his mother. Her words told him to wear more clothes and worry less, and that if he had time, he should take Ying Ji back to Korea to see her.

The boy's fingertips trembled. After reading it, his father asked: Are you happy now? If South Korea hadn't been so incompetent, he wouldn't have suffered this calamity. Yan Ming said that home was his only way out, and he could go home anytime.

Zhang Liang appeared indifferent, having no interest in handling official business. He quickly packed his things and returned to the palace, handing the letter he had received home to Ying Ji.

"My father and mother are thinking of me at this moment."

Ying Ji held the person in her arms, humming an unknown tune, and looked at the letter in her hand: "Different positions, no need to be too sad. It's probably just fear, which is only human nature."

He scooped the person up, kissed him twice, and held him in his arms: "Reply to them and say that Prince You died in Zhao. Zhao is preparing to send troops to attack Qin. As long as Han can pass through, the Qin army will not touch Han in the slightest."

Zhang Liang only needed to think for a moment to understand the scheme, but he couldn't bring himself to hate Ying Ji. On the contrary, he was somewhat pleased, because at least she hadn't lied to him and hadn't actually attacked Han.

"Alright, I will reply tomorrow. However, for the battle against Zhao, 100,000 soldiers may not be enough."

Ying Ji patted the boy's hair: "Don't worry, we have a foolproof plan."

Having received a response, Zhang Liang stopped thinking about it and sent someone to deliver the letter to Zhang Wei the next day.

Back in Korea, Zhang Ping read the letter and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, we made preparations in advance. It's not difficult to ask for passage when attacking Zhao. It's just that I don't know if this news is accurate. If the Qin army opens the city gates and takes Han without lifting a finger, that would be bad."

He requested a private audience with the King of Han and explained the matter. The King of Han was also at a loss. He could either shift the blame eastward and let the Qin army use the route to attack Zhao, or he could only join forces with Zhao to resist Qin. In addition, the neighboring states of Wei and Qi would probably lend troops, but he was afraid that the five states would not be united and that even if they gathered soldiers, they would not be able to resist Qin.

Chancellor Zhang Ping advised: "It would be better if I sent an envoy to the State of Zhao. If Zhao is willing to lend us troops, then we should refuse to allow him passage."

The King of Han immediately stopped there: "No, we will allow passage, but before that, I want all six states to know that it is Qin that wants passage. If Qin dares to break its promise, the other five states will definitely fight to punish it."

Zhang Ping quickly objected: "Your Majesty, if these six states know that you have granted passage to Qin, the other five states will probably not join forces with Han to resist Qin."

King Han slammed his fist on the table: "Those shameless bastards! I have been asking all the states for help since the day the Qin army was stationed here. Look who has responded in time. They are just bullying us because we are weak. If the Qin army can pass through once, they will definitely pass through again. Once Honglian gives birth to a prince for the King of Qin, Han and Qin will naturally be one family."

Zhang Ping stopped trying to dissuade him. After much thought, he concluded that taking a detour through South Korea was the best option for them at the moment.

King Han instructed Zhang Ping to maintain the connection with Zhang Liang, and then sent an envoy to Qin to raise the issue of requesting passage.

Things went smoothly. Half a month later, the Qin army finally arrived in Shangdang, escorted by Han soldiers who led the charge. They escorted the army all the way to the border of Zhao before immediately retreating, not daring to even consider turning back.

As Meng Ao watched the Han army depart, his face was full of disdain: "King Han is cautious and lacks ambition. He is still waiting for his death. With such a king, Han will be destroyed sooner or later."

Wang Jian added, "General, you are wise. The King of Qin has lofty ambitions and a deep understanding of the world. Only in Qin can you fulfill your long-cherished wish."

Meng Ao laughed heartily: "I am old. I have fought so many battles, big and small, and I only followed the late king to build the country. In the future, it will be the world of you young people. I must make this last battle a resounding one."

Meng Wu was startled: "Father, General, you're still in good health, why do you want to retire?"

With an arrogant snort, he said, "I'm already 57 years old. You brat, do you want me to be unable to spend my last few years with my parents around me?"

Meng Wu chuckled憨厚ly: "Hehe, I knew you were alright, Dad. The way you hit my hand showed you could live another twenty years."

Meng Ao laughed in exasperation: "You fool, be serious, the State of Zhao is a tough nut to crack."

Now, not only Meng Wu, but all the officers in the tent had burning eyes; the warlike gene had been etched into their bones.