Turning Clouds with a Flip of the Hand, Drenching Rain with a Flip of the Hand, Zhao Cheng Chats and Laughs as He Guides Wandering Souls!

The seventeenth year of King Zheng of Qin had arrived, the winter already behind them, leaving only the biting chill of early spring.

Outside the city of Yangdi, Zhao Cheng rode at the forefront, clad in his noble robes and draped in a heavy cloak, mounted upon a tall, sturdy steed.

Behind him followed eight personal guards, accompanied by dozens of carriages.

"Wang Teng, Governor of Yingchuan Commandery, respectfully welcomes the General!"

Governor Wang Teng, leading a host of local officials, stepped forward to receive Zhao Cheng.

Although Zhao Cheng had been appointed as the Commandery Commandant, his prestige within the military remained undiminished; even after his demotion in rank, he still held the title of Shao Shangzao, several grades higher than Wang Teng.

"Governor Wang, there is no need for such formalities. The King has appointed me as Commandant, making us equals in rank."

Zhao Cheng dismounted and waved a hand, signaling that he cared little for such displays.

Wang Teng, however, remained solemn. "The General has expanded the borders of our Great Qin, and your arrival in Yingchuan Commandery to maintain order is surely only a temporary measure."

"Once the fires of war ignite again, we shall rely on the General to take the field and slaughter the enemy."

"Your residence has been prepared; please, General Zhao, follow me."

Wang Teng led the local officials, personally escorting Zhao Cheng into the estate.

After arranging various matters and declaring that a banquet would be held in the city that night to welcome him, he took his leave.

He is truly worthy of having served as an Inner Historian; his handling of affairs is flawless.

Once Zhao Cheng entered the residence, it felt as if he had returned to his own home.

The layout and furnishings, though slightly lower in