[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

Rice, millet, new wheat, and yellow sorghum—all kinds are available; sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy flavors—all are delicious. @Le@Wen@Xiao@Shuo |

Hot and sour soup made from stewed beef tendons; braised turtle and char siu lamb with sweet sauce.

Boil escaped fish, braise duck, add some sour sauce; braise chicken, stew turtle, the flavor can be strong yet refreshing.

Fried pancakes and rice cakes dipped in honey; chilled sweet wine, a full glass is truly refreshing; and there's also plum juice to help with hangovers.

Then all of this had nothing to do with Fusu; he could only provide the eyes.

Delicious! I want to eat it! Boss! I want to eat it too! Drinking only milk won't make you grow! Drinking only milk is infant abuse! Boss, do you know that genetic modification requires a lot of protein? I'll become malnourished if I only drink milk!

Fusu, who has only ever drunk his wet nurse's milk since birth, opened his little mouth into an "o" shape, with two lines of silver thread running down from the corner of his mouth. He stared unblinkingly at Ying Zheng, who was picking up a piece of golden suckling pig skin and about to put it in his mouth, and slowly moved his body over.

"Su'er, do you want to eat too?" Zhao Ji, who was holding Fusu, wiped the silver threads from the corners of Fusu's mouth with a handkerchief and asked with a smile.

Fusu turned his head to look at Zhao Ji, pondering whether he should nod or shake his head.

Although I may be cute, I'm not stupid. I know I shouldn't understand what adults are saying at my age, so nodding seems wrong.

But shaking my head... something doesn't seem right either.

Fusu was instantly conflicted.

Seeing Fusu frowning and deep in thought, Zhao Ji covered her face with a handkerchief and laughed, her ample breasts trembling violently, making Fusu shake his hand uncomfortably.

Grandma's hugs are really uncomfortable; her chest is so big, it's so cramped and uncomfortable. My mom's hugs are much more comfortable; she's just the right size and soft enough to be used as a pillow.

The only downside is that when my stepmother is lying in bed, lying on her is no different from lying on my boss's father.

Zhao Ji looked at Fusu, who was pouting and seemed unhappy, with a loving expression. She picked up a piece of stewed mutton that was very tender and waved it in front of Fusu, saying, "My dear Fusu, do you want to eat meat?"

Fusu couldn't speak, of course, but that didn't stop him from staring intently at the mutton on the tip of his chopsticks with his big, black gem-like eyes. His little head swayed back and forth with Zhao Ji's movements, making him look exceptionally cute.

"Haha! Su'er is so cute. She looks exactly like your father when he was a child."

Zhao Ji's words made Ying Zheng blush. He looked at Mi Ji, who suddenly covered her lips with a handkerchief, and then at Fusu, who abruptly turned his head to look at him. He couldn't help but say, "Mother, your son has grown up. Let's not talk about things from when we were little anymore."

"Alright, alright, alright, I won't say anymore, come on... Su'er, have a piece of meat..." Zhao Ji waved her chopsticks in front of Fusu again, successfully drawing all of Fusu's attention to the mutton.

Fusu stared intently at the piece of meat, not daring to blink, while gesturing wildly and making "ah ah" noises at Zhao Ji.

It's not because the aliens are so poor that they can't even afford meat that Fusu has become so greedy for it. Rather, it's because Fusu is currently using energy to modify his body, trying to become a handsome young man with the strength to weigh a ton as soon as possible.

In the eyes of aliens, Earthlings are weak and vulnerable, needing pity, although they often unleash amazing potential in times of crisis—for example, a mother kicks away an oncoming car to save her child.

However, the physical endurance of humans is limited. For example, the thigh bone of a normal person can bear a weight of about 300 kilograms. If this mother really kicked the car away, she would soon die from overexertion and her body would be unable to withstand such a great force.

To put it simply, a 20-year-old computer running Windows 10 would not only crash at any moment, but could also burn out the entire computer at any time.

What Fusu needs to do now is to use energy to modify his current body so that it can bear his strength and not collapse before he even exerts any effort.

On Earth, there is only one thing that can be converted into star energy: animal protein, and large amounts of animal protein.

Although breast milk contains protein, the amount is far too small to meet Fusu's high need for animal protein.

Of course, if Fusu had the courage to drink freely, he could drink milk by the ton instead of by the "pump," but Fusu was rather timid. After drinking all the milk from his two wet nurses during his first feeding and hearing people's astonishment, Fusu could only tearfully push away the steamed bun that his wet nurses were offering to his mouth.

Animal protein! Animal protein! I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat! Grandma, look into my sincere eyes!

As the piece of flesh drew ever closer, Fusu's already bright and sparkling eyes shone even brighter, radiating brilliance and vitality, even more beautiful than the stars in the sky.

Then it didn't work.

When the mutton was still 001 centimeters away from Fusu, Zhao Ji quickly withdrew her chopsticks, then exaggeratedly "whooshed" into the mutton and swallowed it.

Fusu was completely dumbfounded by Zhao Ji's series of actions.

How can the people of Earth be so shameless? They even steal the flesh of children!

"Hahaha! Su'er is so cute! Much cuter than your father was when he was little!" Looking at Fusu's adorable, speechless expression, Zhao Ji laughed out loud. While laughing, she pointed at Ying Zheng, who was sitting to her lower left and teased him, "Zheng'er, Su'er is much better behaved than you were when you were little. If it were you, Zheng'er... you would have been crying nonstop by now."

Ying Zheng, who had silently taken an arrow to the knee, revealed an awkward, shy, and somewhat childish smile that he only showed in front of his mother. He deliberately spoke in a jealous tone, "Mother is going to laugh at me today. It seems that she doesn't care about Zheng'er anymore now that she has Su'er. My beloved concubine..." Ying Zheng turned to look at Mi Ji and teased with a smile, "Let's go back to Xianyang. Anyway, Mother doesn't want to see us. She has Su'er, so we shouldn't get in her way here."

Ying Zheng's words of "jealousy" immediately drew a burst of light laughter from Zhao Ji and Mi Ji.

"What are you saying, Your Majesty? The Queen Mother dotes on Su'er only because Su'er is Your Majesty's son," Mi Ji said with a smile.

"Oh dear! I only found out today that Zheng'er is so petty, even jealous of his own son." Zhao Ji pointed at Ying Zheng, but her face turned to a tall, handsome eunuch who was no more than thirty years old standing to the side.

This eunuch was none other than Lao Ai.

Ying Zheng glanced at Lao Ai, then, as if he knew nothing, continued to talk to Zhao Ji with a cheerful expression. Sometimes he acted humble and submissive, sometimes he feigned anger, and sometimes he acted cute and funny, which made Zhao Ji laugh repeatedly. She wished she could hug her son, who was already 1.9 meters tall, and rub him in her arms.

You can't rub your son, but you can rub your grandson.

Zhao Ji hugged Fusu and kissed him twice, then looked at Ying Zheng and said with a smile, "Su'er is such a good boy."

"He's my son's son, so it's only natural that he's well-behaved." Ying Zheng patted his chest, looking every bit the energetic young man.

"But Zheng'er is unusually well-behaved today, just like... just like... when your mother took you shopping as a child, and you had no money but wanted to eat sesame cakes, so you had to come and beg your mother." Zhao Ji, who was in a good mood after being coaxed by Ying Zheng, continued to tease, "Zheng'er is being so well-behaved today, could it be that you also have something to ask your mother?"

"Why would Mother think of Zheng'er like this? When has Zheng'er ever been naughty? Zheng'er has always been very well-behaved, it's just that Zheng'er didn't show it before, so Mother didn't know." Ying Zheng said in a slightly coquettish tone.

"Hahaha! You're acting really strange today, kid," Zhao Ji said, pointing at Ying Zheng with a laugh.

Ying Zheng took a sip of wine and revealed a kind and harmless smile.

He couldn't very well tell Zhao Ji that he was jealous and unhappy because he knew she had two more sons, and that he felt his mother didn't want him anymore, could he?

Ying Zheng didn't know how to answer, but fortunately Zhao Ji didn't press him further. Instead, she looked at Fusu with a loving expression and said, "Zheng'er, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Between mother and son, what is there to ask for?" Ying Zheng, who was trying hard to "win favor," said almost without thinking, "Mother, please just say what you need."

"Good!" Zhao Ji slapped the table happily, glanced at Lao Ai quickly, and then looked at Fusu. While teasing Fusu with a loving expression, she said with a smile, "Mother is very lonely living alone in Yongcheng. Seeing Su'er today reminded me of how you looked when you were young, Zheng'er. So I want Su'er to stay in Yongcheng to keep Mother company."

Before Ying Zheng could speak, Zhao Ji looked at Mi Ji and said, "Jing'er, don't worry, Su'er is still your child. She will just stay here with me for a few months until... next year when Zheng'er has his coming-of-age ceremony."

A mother's bond with her son is innate. When Fusu lived in Huayang Palace, Mi Ji could visit him every day. But if he stayed in Yongcheng, she might not see him for several months.

Thinking of this, Mi Ji felt unhappy, but what could she do?

After all, the other party was her mother-in-law, and she hadn't directly said she wanted to raise Su'er under her care, so Mi Ji couldn't find a reason to be unhappy.

"It is Su'er's good fortune to be favored by the Empress Dowager. How dare Jing'er object?"

Yes, it's just that I don't dare to, not that I'm willing.

"I know she has always looked down on me, despising me for being a woman from Chu, and wanting to make a woman from Zhao her empress. But I never expected her to be so vicious! Su'er! My Su'er is still so young! How can she be so far away from her mother?"

Fusu lay on the couch, looking at Mi Ji, who was always gentle and kind in public but was now like a blunder, seemingly about to explode at any moment, and slightly opened his mouth wide.

If I remember correctly, just ten minutes ago, my stepmother used a particularly gentle "Waaah, Mother Empress likes Su'er, so naturally I'm happy, but as a mother...waaah..." to whine to my stepfather, who, feeling ashamed, agreed to hand over the power of managing the palace to my stepmother. From then on, the Qin palace's harem changed from three consorts sharing power to Mi Ji having absolute power, becoming Ying Zheng's de facto number one in the harem. How come things have changed now?

Subject: Women on Earth are so fickle...

My mom today... (300 words omitted)

№0☆☆☆女人好可怕于2015-07-1809:42:21留言☆☆☆

Your mom must be very beautiful, right?

№1☆☆☆==于2015-07-1809:43:46留言☆☆☆

Yes, by Earthling standards, she's quite beautiful.

№2☆☆☆女人好可怕于2015-07-1809:44:10留言☆☆☆

That's it! She's so beautiful, and her personality is so cute, well-behaved, and genuine. How can anyone else compete?

№3☆☆☆==于2015-07-1809:44:45留言☆☆☆

I'm cute too!

№4☆☆☆女人好可怕于2015-07-1809:44:46留言☆☆☆

Then why don't you learn from your mom? Being pretentious, fickle, and having a bad personality—these traits are directly proportional to your looks.

On Earth, the higher one's appearance, the more likely one is to be pretentious, fickle, and have a bad personality.

№5☆☆☆==于2015-07-1809:44:46留言☆☆☆

Yes! Those of us who are good-looking should be kind and leave a way out for those who are less attractive.

Let those with lower looks get away with being cute, well-behaved, and unpretentious!

№6☆☆☆慧于2015-07-1809:56:56留言☆☆☆

Oh, I see. Thank you for your guidance!

№7☆☆☆女人好可怕于2015-07-1810:44:32留言☆☆☆

For Ying Zheng, Mi Ji was intelligent, beautiful, and had a good record of bearing children. Giving her the power to manage the palace was not a big deal. On the contrary, it was a good opportunity to realize his previous promise that "whoever gives birth to a prince first will be the queen." This would save the women from arguing all day long over the position of "queen," which was a worry-free thing.

Ying Zheng could disregard women; but he had to take care of his sons.

"Zhao Gao, go and find out who is bewitching the Empress Dowager."

Zhao Gao emerged from the shadows, knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and responded with a "Yes," before turning and walking away.

Ying Zheng sat upright in the main hall with a cold face, his handsome face gloomy, completely unlike the cute and obedient person he had been in front of Zhao Ji during the day.

Loneliness! Solitude! Do you like Su'er?

If Ying Zheng hadn't known that Zhao Ji had just given birth to two sons and wouldn't lack companionship or feel lonely, he would almost have been fooled by Zhao Ji's loving demeanor.

There's a saying among the people: the youngest son and the eldest grandson are the old lady's lifeblood. However, between the youngest son and the eldest grandson, the eldest grandson, being a step further away, is not as affectionate as her own youngest son. Ying Zheng didn't expect Zhao Ji to love Fusu, her eldest grandson, the same way she loved her two illegitimate children.

He never expected that before he could even deal with those two bastards, Zhao Ji would set her sights on Fusu.

According to the laws of the Qin Dynasty, if there is a legitimate heir, the eldest son should be chosen; if there is no legitimate heir, the eldest son should be chosen. Since he currently has no legitimate son and queen, even if he has other sons born out of wedlock in the future, Su'er will still be the first in line to the throne of Qin. His safety is naturally a responsibility that Ying Zheng is concerned about.

"Mother, what exactly are you trying to do? Don't let me find out that you've been up to no good!"