Great Qin: My Heaven-Defying Comprehension, with Zhao Ji Helping Me Achieve Immortality

Reincarnated as Ying Jing, a prince of the Great Qin, I’ve been massaging Zhao Ji’s feet and shoulders since I was six.

Today, after an assassin attacked us on the road, she rose barefoot to inspect my wounds. Her red dress was slit up to her thigh as she declared that anyone who dared touch me would see their entire clan buried with them.

I seized the chance to mention Jing Ni’s name. She narrowed her eyes and smiled. “Does Jing’er want that sword?” The assassins of the Web were already kneeling in two rows outside the hall.