[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

Fusu turned around and shook the wet nurse sleeping beside him awake.

The wet nurse groggily opened her eyes and was about to ask Fusu if he was feeling unwell when she saw Fusu, who had always been portrayed as dull and foolish, with one hand covering his mouth and the other index finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, before pointing to the half-open window.

Looking in the direction Fusu was pointing, all that could be seen was a red glow soaring into the sky and thick smoke billowing. If you listened carefully, you could hear shouts of battle.

The wet nurse's face changed drastically. She immediately dressed Fusu and then woke up the former palace servants from Xianyang Palace who had come to Yongcheng with Fusu. Looking at the pale-faced crowd, she said, "Your Majesty is the King of Qin, and the Zheng Palace is the ancestral temple of Qin. The thirty-fifth ancestor of Qin is above us and will surely protect Your Majesty. Although there may be minor disasters, you will surely turn misfortune into good fortune. When we came here, Empress Dowager Huayang earnestly instructed us to protect the eldest son. You should all know that our lives, fortunes, honors, and disgraces all depend on the eldest son. We all share in his glory and misfortune."

The wet nurse's words calmed everyone down a bit; their complexions became a little rosier, and their bodies trembled less.

Upon careful consideration, the wet nurse's words were not wrong at all.

Apart from Fusu, everyone here is a descendant of Empress Dowager Huayang's dowry family. Therefore, not only their own lives, but also the lives of their parents, siblings, nephews, and nieces are all in the hands of Empress Dowager Huayang.

Your Majesty may die because of Lao Ai's rebellion; but Empress Dowager Huayang will live well. Although she cannot fight against Lao Ai, she can easily deal with a few unruly servants.

Everyone began to divide the work. Some people found weapons to defend themselves, some volunteered to deal with the guards outside, and others struggled to move large pieces of furniture to block the door.

The wet nurse held Fusu in her arms the whole time, gently patting his back and soothing him softly.

Witnessing this scene, although Fusu didn't care much about his own life or death, he was still a little moved to see so many people trying so hard to protect him.

Boss, you absolutely have to win! If you win, everyone else will survive.

The shouts of battle still echoed intermittently in the distance. Fusu listened intently for a while, and a hint of anxiety gradually appeared on his originally calm face.

Judging from the sounds, the boss hadn't lost, because the shouts of "Capture Zhao Zheng alive" and "Kill Zhao Zheng" had completely disappeared, replaced by cries of "May my king live ten thousand years!"

But given the situation, Fusu felt that his life was in even greater danger.

Because he heard the Qin soldiers throughout the palace shouting, "Capture Lao Ai alive!"

Boss, you're so useless! You couldn't even catch Lao Ai!

Fusu could figure out with his toes that since Lao Ai had run away, he could only have gone to one of two places. If he had any conscience, he would have gone back to Zhao Ji and the two unruly children's home and run away as a family of four, or let Zhao Ji and her two children run away first. If he had no conscience, he would have come to kidnap him and threaten his boss to spare his life.

Sure enough, not long after, a commotion was heard outside, followed by someone banging on the door from the outside.

The noise was deafening, and even a lot of dust fell from the door.

"Open the door! Open the door now!" Lao Ai's voice came from the outside.

Hearing the noise outside, the wet nurse tightened her grip on Fusu, and her body began to tremble involuntarily.

The other palace servants, armed with the "weapons" they had found, stood guard around Fusu. But seeing their pale faces and trembling bodies, Fusu didn't have any hope for them.

Lao Ai knocked on the door a few times, but seeing no response from inside, he asked the guards for directions before impatiently ordering, "Break the door down!"

"one two Three……"

However, after being bumped three or five times, the thin door, along with several cabinets behind it, was knocked to the ground.

A group of burly men carrying swords and exuding a murderous aura entered in two lines, immediately startling the palace servants who screamed in fright.

"What are you trying to do? Are you planning a rebellion?" The wet nurse hugged Fusu tightly, looked at the burly men in front of her who were holding gleaming swords, and forced herself to remain calm. She said, "Lao Ai's rebellion is doomed to fail. Do you still want to die with him? Why not protect the eldest son and save your lives and property?"

It must be said that the wet nurse's words were quite sophisticated, but they were ultimately useless.

Because Lao Ai was among them, if Lao Ai hadn't been there, they might have been able to play a role.

Lao Ai walked in, and upon hearing the wet nurse's words, he was immediately enraged. He slapped the wet nurse across the face and then reached out to snatch Fusu from her arms.

The wet nurse naturally refused and got up to try to snatch it from Lao Ai. Lao Ai, impatient, picked up his long sword, aimed it at the wet nurse, and slashed at her.

Fusu only heard his wet nurse scream "Wah!" behind him before he was already in Lao Ai's arms.

He turned around to look and saw that the wet nurse had fainted. There was a pool of blood not far away on the ground, and on the blood were a pair of once crystal-clear, jade-like white wrists.

Damn it! Lao Ai, I will definitely kill you!

Fusu's face still looked blank and silly, but his little hands, hidden in his sleeves, were clenched into fists.

If Fusu were to make a move now, he would be 80% certain to kill Lao Ai, but he wasn't confident he could escape from this group.

It seems we'll have to be patient for now.

Just as the forum members guessed, Lao Ai did indeed hold Fusu hostage, demanding that his adoptive father spare his life.

As soon as Lao Ai and his men stepped out of the courtyard, they found that the area outside was already filled with Qin soldiers, fully armed and exuding a murderous aura, holding crossbows and spears.

Lao Ai remained calm, holding Fusu in one arm to his chest, while the other held a long sword to Fusu's neck. He shouted, "Zhao Zheng! I know you're here! If you don't want your son to die, tell these people to get out of the way! Let us out!"

"Put Fusu down, and I will leave you a whole corpse."

Ying Zheng's majestic voice came from behind. The Qin army in front of Fusu parted like Moses parting the sea, and a tall, upright man wearing armor and a sword at his waist walked over. He looked extraordinary from afar.

As he got closer, Fusu realized that the visitor was actually his boss, his father.

I have to say, the boss's dad is quite handsome.

The last few times I saw him, he was always dressed in a black casual suit. Although he was still very handsome and dignified, he exuded an air of strict discipline and the demeanor of someone in a high position.

This time, in military uniform, Ying Zheng, who originally had a somewhat pale and effeminate appearance due to his fair skin, now looked more masculine and heroic.

"Hmph! A whole corpse! I don't care about a whole corpse! I just want to live! Quick! Tell your men to make way! Prepare some fast horses for us so I can leave!" Lao Ai said as he led his men toward the palace gate.

As he left, the Qin army's encirclement followed suit.

Ying Zheng glared angrily at Lao Ai, wishing he could immediately order his men to rush forward and tear this traitor Lao Ai to pieces to avenge his humiliation. However, looking at Fusu, who was in Lao Ai's arms, pale with fear but silent, Ying Zheng swallowed his anger.

"I'll let you go... but Fusu... if you dare hurt Fusu, your two bastard children..."

Ying Zheng's words startled Lao Ai, who realized his delaying tactic had failed and the two children had fallen into Ying Zheng's hands, unable to escape in time. However, given the situation, Lao Ai couldn't worry about anyone else; he had to save himself first.

"Let them go! Let them all go! Otherwise I'll kill Fusu! If my son dies, my son dies too!" Lao Ai exerted a little force with his long sword, and the blade drew a bloody line on Fusu's neck, from which a string of blood beads seeped out from the hair-thin wound.

The red and white colors are clearly distinct and make it stand out.

Ying Zheng's pupils contracted, and he waved his hand angrily, saying, "Get out of the way!"

The Qin army parted to make way for the palace gate, which was right in front of them, with several horses parked at the gate.

Lao Ai and his men were overjoyed and excitedly walked towards the palace gate.

Because a way out was right in front of them, Lao Ai and his men lost their formation for a moment. Unbeknownst to them, Lao Ai had somehow moved from the middle of the crowd to the very front.

Seeing that the opportunity was not to be missed, Fusu suddenly reached out and grabbed Lao Ai's hands.

Lao Ai felt a sharp pain in his hands, and a tremendous pain shot into his brain. He couldn't help but scream "Ah!" At the same time, he lost all strength in his hands, which began to twitch uncontrollably.

His hands, now out of control, could no longer hold onto what they were holding, and they both let go, causing the longsword and Fusu to fall together.

The men following behind Lao Ai were startled and stopped in their tracks, staring in horror at Lao Ai, whose hands were suddenly twitching uncontrollably as if he had an epileptic seizure. For a moment, they were unsure whether they should step forward to help him.

"Su'er!"

Ying Zheng's cry came on the night wind, and whether it was because of the distance or the loudness, Fusu found it somewhat mournful.

However, Fusu had no time to care about Ying Zheng. Just now, he concentrated all his strength into a tiny point and stuck it into Lao Ai's tiger's mouth.

Imagine the impact of nearly 100 pounds piercing through a tiny point; if Lao Ai hadn't fainted on the spot, Fusu would have already praised him as a true man.

Now, all Fusu needs to do is grab whatever he can to slow down his fall.

Although the fall wasn't high, and although Fusu still had a lot of energy left to protect his fragile body, if he were to fall hard, it would be inevitable that he would suffer cuts, bleeding, and excruciating pain.

Fusu casually grabbed Lao Ai and felt as if he had grabbed a thick, large rope. Although the rope was a bit soft, it was very elastic.

But then again, why would Lao Ai have a rope hidden on his body?

Is it for easy swinging? Swinging back and forth! It's quite fun, but I don't understand why Lao Ai is screaming so pitifully? I didn't grab him hard, otherwise he would have burst!

The chubby, two-headed Fusu swung back and forth on Lao Ai, clumsily but luckily dodging Lao Ai's kicks time and time again, and then wondered with great confusion.

Witnessing this scene, all the men present, regardless of their faction, felt a sharp pain three inches below their navels and instinctively tightened their legs, fearing that they too might encounter this tormenting little devil.