[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

Seeing Zhao Ji kick him, Fusu rolled off the big bear cub, his little paws scratching the cub's groin—not seriously injured, but painful nonetheless.

It's all because this brat always treats himself like a toy, pinching his face or nose. If you don't give in to him, he'll use the excuse that "my little nephew is round like a ball" to make himself a ball and roll around playing with.

Hearing the cries of the two mischievous children, Fusu felt a slight sense of satisfaction. He remembered last winter when the two children had brought a bucket of cold water and insisted on bathing him. When his wet nurse refused, the two children pushed and pulled, eventually spilling the entire bucket of water all over him. Fortunately, his wet nurse pulled him away in time and took good care of him for a while by making ginger soup and calling a doctor; otherwise, he would have truly had a day trip to Earth.

When Zhao Ji saw that she had "kicked" Fusu away, although she felt that the weight of her foot was a little off, the sound of her eldest son crying made her lose her composure. For the moment, she had no interest in causing trouble for Fusu. Instead, she lowered her head and hugged her eldest son tightly, coaxing and comforting him, saying, "Baby, baby, don't cry, Mommy is here."

Hearing his eldest son crying, Lao Ai said rather impatiently, "What are you crying for? In a few days, you will become the King of Qin. What kind of behavior is it to cry like this then?"

Upon hearing Lao Ai's words, the wet nurse, who was holding Fusu tightly to check if he was injured, was immediately startled.

The son of Lao Ai and Zhao Ji defied all conventions by using the title "Prince," a term reserved for the sons of feudal lords. In the entire Qin state, only Prince Fusu and the second prince of the Xianyang Palace were entitled to use it as a form of address. The wet nurse, being under his roof, tolerated it. However, Lao Ai grew increasingly reckless, openly declaring his intention to become the King of Qin, which terrified the wet nurse.

"That bastard Zhao Zheng is about to have his coming-of-age ceremony. You all better stay put these next few days and don't cause any trouble, understand?" Lao Ai said, pointing at the wet nurse.

"I understand, I understand," the wet nurse said, hugging Fusu tightly and kowtowing repeatedly on the ground.

The fact that Ying Zheng was about to undergo his coming-of-age ceremony filled his wet nurse with both surprise and joy, but also with even greater fear and worry.

A huge storm is brewing. Ying Zheng may be able to weather it unscathed, but the young Prince Fusu may not be able to.

The wet nurse looked at the chubby, adorable-looking Fusu in her arms with a pained expression. He was a little dazed.

Seeing that Fusu was kicked by Zhao Ji but still looked dazed and didn't even know how to cry, Lao Ai snorted coldly and mocked, "Hmph! A bastard is a bastard. Although Qin Zheng is heartless and ruthless, he is still a smart man. I didn't expect such a smart man to have a son who is a complete idiot! A complete idiot who can't even cry or file a complaint! If Qin Zheng knew that his son was a complete idiot, I wonder what his expression and mood would be? I really want to see it soon! Once this great thing is done, I will definitely tie up Qin Zheng and you, tie you two father and son to the Qin ancestral temple, rip out your hearts and livers, and eat them as a snack in front of the Qin ancestors!"

Lao Ai's words turned the wet nurse's face deathly pale. She still held Fusu tightly in her arms, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Alright, Lao Ai, it's time to go back. Look, the child is making a fuss." Zhao Ji handed the big, rambunctious child she had finally managed to calm down to a maid, picked up the little one, and said impatiently.

Lao Ai glared at Fusu, but seeing that he still had a blank expression, he felt disheartened and waved his sleeve, saying, "Let's go!"

Seeing the family of four who came in a grand procession and then left in the same manner, Fusu, though still unsure of their purpose, was relieved to have escaped a calamity.

Because the family of four hadn't gone far, Fusu, relying on his exceptionally good hearing after his hearing was improved, heard the two naughty children throwing a tantrum.

"Dad, Mom, we want to play with our nephew." That's the voice of the mischievous child.

"Playing...playing house." That's the voice of a little rascal.

Playing house my ass! You want to play with me? Every time we play house, I'm your unfilial son, and I get spanked by you two brats.

Those two brats were really fighting!

"What's there to play? Once you become the King of Qin, you can have as many people as you want to play with." This vulgar and lewd voice could only belong to Lao Ai.

"No, I just like my nephew playing with me," the mischievous child insisted.

"What's so good about Fusu that makes you two like him so much?" Upon hearing Lao Ai's words, Fusu's spirits immediately lifted.

I also want to know, what is it about me that makes you all so attached to me? Tell me what's so good about me, and I'll change, okay?

"He's a good boy!"

"He's obedient!"

"He never cries!"

"He's not making a fuss yet!"

The two mischievous children took turns listing Fusu's good points, making Fusu almost cry.

So what if I don't cry? So what if I'm obedient, well-behaved, and don't make a fuss?

It's true that kind people are often bullied, good horses are often ridden, and kind babies are often treated like toys.

You brat, just you wait, I'll definitely get my revenge.

Because Lao Ai and his group had gone too far, Fusu could no longer hear their conversation. He withdrew his attention from the outside world and turned his gaze back to the wet nurse. Just as he was about to ask the wet nurse to serve him another bowl of meat soup, he noticed that the wet nurse's eyes were slightly red and glistening, as if she was about to cry.

What's wrong with the wet nurse? Was she frightened by that scoundrel Lao Ai?

Fusu stretched out his fingers and gently wiped the wet nurse's face with some clumsiness.

Since Fusu arrived on Blue Star, the person he has met the most and who has taken the best care of him is his wet nurse. Take this time for example, if it weren't for his wet nurse's careful protection, even if he hadn't been played to death by the two naughty children, he would have been crippled by them. How could he have survived so healthily?

Don't be afraid! Fusu will protect the wet nurse.

Fusu said this silently in his heart.

The wet nurse, who looked no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old but was old enough to be a grandmother in this era, looked up at Fusu, who was looking at her with a sweet expression. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, revealed a slightly sad smile, hugged Fusu, and gently patted his back, saying, "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Wet nurse will protect Young Master Fusu."

Wet nurse, you're stealing my lines again.

Fusu pouted, looking aggrieved.

Ever since Zhao Ji and Lao Ai came that day, the atmosphere in the Zheng Palace has become increasingly heavy and tense.

The atmosphere was somber on everyone's faces. The Zheng Palace was heavily guarded, and Fusu's residence was surrounded by a large number of soldiers under the pretext of "protecting the eldest son," ensuring that not even a bird or a fly could escape.

The wet nurse used to be able to take Fusu for walks in the yard, looking at the flowers, trees, birds, beasts, fish and insects. Now she can only sit by the window and look at the stars and the moon.

The palace servants who came to Yongcheng with Fusu were all placed under house arrest in a disguised form because "the King's coming-of-age ceremony is approaching, and to prevent villains from causing trouble." Their meals could only be delivered through a small window outside the room, and the taste of the food was getting worse day by day. On the last two days, they were even delivered some leftovers.

It's fine for adults to eat leftovers, but how can a child as young as Fusu eat such food, especially since it's not even hot?

The wet nurse had no choice but to join the other palace maids in exchanging their gold and silver jewelry with the garrison outside for food suitable for Fusu.

In fact, what Fusu wanted to say was that it didn't matter if he ate leftovers, since it was just a matter of converting energy, and as long as the energy wasn't lost, that was fine.

As for the taste, the food of the Blue Star people is really... I've seen bad food, but I've never seen anything this bad.

Speaking of this, Fusu couldn't help but complain about those "Blue Star Travel Guides" and those forum users who post food-related content.

They're all liars! Where's the promised boiled fish, boiled cabbage, Dongpo pork, braised lion's head meatballs, and braised prawns? I didn't see a single one! Not even a steamed bun or dumplings. It's unbearable.

If he had known the food on Earth was this bad, he wouldn't have come even if he had been paid a million dollars more.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

At the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), the night was deep, the moon had set behind the western tower, and the silvery moonlight fell from the sky, illuminating the Great Zheng Palace.

This was the time of day when everyone was most tired and sleepy, and the entire Da Zheng Palace was already immersed in dreams, including the alien Fusu.

In his dream, he posted a thread titled "Let me prove it! I will never take a day trip to Earth. Feel free to dig this up and prove me wrong." The content of the thread was, "If I really do take a day trip, I will delete the thread. What's wrong with me being a coward?"

As a result, a group of netizens downstairs said, "We've already taken screenshots, don't worry about it." Just as he was angrily commenting, "I'll say this is malicious Photoshop," Fusu, with his extraordinary hearing, heard a chorus of shouts of killing.

Fusu was startled and sat up in bed. Through the half-open window, he could vaguely see flames shooting into the sky outside.

What's going on here?

Fusu frowned and listened carefully. Although the sound source was far away and the sounds were mixed, Fusu could vaguely make out what they were saying. It seemed that they were saying... to capture Zhao Zheng alive?

Lao Ai...is causing trouble?

A few drops of sweat trickled down Fusu's forehead. He had thought about how Lao Ai would rebel and how Ying Zheng would quell the rebellion... Well, actually, it wasn't his own thinking, but rather the thoughts of the netizens on the forum.

After seeing their own post, those guys got as excited as if they were about to rebel. They talked about everything under the sun, actively using their expertise, and finally perfected the so-called "100 Steps to Rebellion" that everyone had come up with, time and time again.

But no one expected that the boss would be so careless as to spend the night in a wolf's den, and that Lao Ai would not use any schemes or tricks, nor would he play any stratagems or deploy troops. Instead, he would simply lead a group of men into the palace and kill Ying Zheng. This was a simple, crude, and direct move.

That does fit Lao Ai's intelligence quite well.

So, the only person who guessed Lao Ai's rebellion tactics correctly was the netizen who said, "I dared to sneak into the palace at night with seven weaklings and stab the late emperor to death."