Ying An naturally noticed Zhao Gao's perfunctory attitude towards him.
However, he was not surprised by this, because Ying An knew very well that as a prince with no power or influence, who could only get a pitifully small amount of father-son affection from Ying Zheng.
No one in the Great Qin Dynasty took him seriously.
On the surface, they naturally treated him with great respect. But that was just a superficial gesture.
Ying An even guessed that even if Zhao Gao spoke nicely now, if he were to personally seek him out after some time, Zhao Gao would inevitably keep putting him off until he completely lost interest in martial arts.
Within the Net, there are eight levels of assassins: Heaven, Kill, Earth, Absolute, Chi, Mei, Wang, and Liang. The latter four are almost consumables, merely tools used to complete tasks. Even so, Zhao Gao would not use this method to be perfunctory.
In Zhao Gao's eyes, perhaps even giving an assassin of the Wang or Liang level to Ying An would be a waste.
At this moment, Ying An, feigning an innocent appearance, seemed to have not felt the perfunctoriness in Zhao Gao's tone at all.
He looked at Zhao Gao with pleasant surprise and said, "Then I will wait for Sir Zhao Gao to arrange a sword instructor for me. By the way, I can also tell Father King that he doesn't need to worry about this matter anymore!"
Zhao Gao's eyes narrowed instantly, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He asked curiously, "Did the Prince just mention the King? Could it be that the Prince even specifically asked the King for help in order to learn martial arts?"
"Of course!" Ying An said as a matter of course, "Since I want to learn martial arts, I naturally have to report to Father King. It's just that Father King seems to be preoccupied with my marriage lately and said he would find someone to teach me martial arts, but there hasn't been any movement!"
"Does the Prince not know that the Prince Consort is Dong Jun of the Yinyang Family? If the Prince truly wishes to learn martial arts, why not seek instruction from Consort Dong Jun?" Zhao Gao reminded him subtly.
"No!" Ying An's face stiffened, and he spoke with an air of integrity, "How can I, a dignified man, seek instruction from a woman?"
After a slight pause, a smile returned to Ying An's face, and he chuckled as he looked at Zhao Gao, saying, "Besides, hasn't Sir Zhao Gao already promised to find me a martial arts instructor from the Net?"
Zhao Gao looked deeply at Ying An. At this moment, he suddenly suspected that his earlier thought of Ying An being a prince with not much cunning was probably an illusion.
First, he used words to make himself casually make a promise to find him a powerful Net member as an instructor in the future. Then, he pulled in the King of Qin. This was truly taking advantage of another's prestige to the extreme.
If it were just Zhao Gao himself and Ying An, then it would be fine to perfunctorily deal with this prince. But if it involved the King of Qin, then it would not be a small matter.
Zhao Gao was very clear about his position; he was there to relieve the King's worries, not to create trouble for the King.
If Ying An were to assert before the King that he would find him a martial arts instructor, and then when he failed to fulfill his promise for a long time, Ying An would approach the King again. How would the King of Qin view him then?
Zhao Gao could not afford to gamble!!
At this moment, Zhao Gao truly wondered if Ying An was genuinely innocent or so deeply cunning that he, without realizing it, had fallen into a trap.
"The Prince is right!" Zhao Gao nodded with a big smile on his face, saying, "This servant will definitely find someone capable enough to teach the Prince martial arts!"
"Then I leave everything to Sir Zhao Gao!!" Ying An laughed heartily.
Although Zhao Gao had a bitter pill to swallow, at this moment he had no choice but to force a smile. However, in his heart, he was determined that he must never again treat Ying An as an ordinary youth with little knowledge or cunning.
Whether Ying An was truly innocent or deeply cunning, he could only treat him as the latter.
Because Zhao Gao could not afford to lose!! The strength and status he possessed now were earned through countless life-and-death crises and his own painstaking efforts.
Better safe than sorry!!
Treating Ying An as a cunning person would, at most, be a false alarm, a futile effort. But if he genuinely treated him as an innocent youth, a single misstep could very likely lead to an unexpected downfall!
After the royal tailors had taken Ying An's measurements, Zhao Gao quickly took his leave.
He did not want to stay with Ying An for a moment longer. Truly, Ying An, this seemingly frail and innocent youth, had caused him to suffer a silent loss, a bitter pill to swallow!!
After leaving Ying An's palace, Zhao Gao had not gone far when he eagerly instructed the Six Sword Slaves behind him, "Investigate him. I want to know everything about Prince Ying An's past, including his every future move!!"
The Net's influence was vast. Whether in Qin or the Shandong Six Kingdoms, the Net's tendrils had spread almost everywhere. And as its current main base, Qin was where the Net's power was greatest.
Aside from Ying Zheng and Lu Buwei, those truly high-ranking and powerful figures in Qin, investigating some powerless and influenceless Ying family members like Ying An was not difficult for the Net!!
Unaware that he had already drawn Zhao Gao's significant attention, Ying An, after seeing off the tailors, despite being one of the main protagonists of this wedding, seemed like an outsider, leisurely immersing himself in reading once again.
The best way to increase the integration of the Hong Yi template was to read various classics from the Hundred Schools of Thought.
As long as the integration increased, it would be comprehensive. It wouldn't just improve spiritual cultivation and not blood qi martial arts because Ying An was only reading and not practicing martial arts.
At this moment, although Ying An appeared to be a frail scholar, his physical strength had already reached the level of a Muscle Refining Martial Disciple. His entire body's tendons were strong and flexible, his explosive power fierce, his body agile, he could continuously shoot an eighty-jin bow, and could contend with six or seven people.
It was only because Ying An had not cultivated the martial arts true qi of the Qin Shi World that any master or strong person who saw him would only believe that he was naturally vigorous in blood qi, comparable to a Body Forging Martial Artist.
In the Qin Shi World, there were also martial artists who specialized in cultivating the physical body without cultivating martial arts true qi. However, the ones who went the furthest in this aspect were the Door of Armor, the inheritors of the Wei Wu Soldiers.
Unfortunately, although the Door of Armor's body forging was unparalleled, and even their strong practitioners could train their bodies to be like shields, impervious to blades and spears, they ultimately did not go further and eventually reverted to the old path of martial arts true qi.
It could be said that Ying An at this moment was truly the best dissembler. Unless he actively exposed himself, anyone who saw him would only consider him a scholar with strong blood qi, at most possessing astonishing brute strength, and would never imagine what terrifying destructive power his seemingly frail body could unleash.