[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

It's too late, but it's soon.

From the moment Fusu attacked Lao Ai to the moment he fell and grabbed the rope to start swinging, it all happened in just a minute or two. Everyone was so stunned by the series of events that they couldn't react in time.

"You brat! You little bastard! Get off me right now!" Lao Ai screamed, struggling to control himself as he stretched out his foot to kick Fusu, trying to kick this hateful brat, no, this little monkey off him.

Come down, that's all! Why are you screaming so pitifully? I only used a little bit of strength, and you're screaming so pitifully. Earthlings are so weak!

Fusu's statement was an injustice to Lao Ai. Although he did not use much force, a small, not-so-light ball of flesh, falling in freefall, grabbed a man's genitals. The impact of that fall was enough to render any man infertile and prevent him from ever having any desire for sex again.

Ying Zheng, who originally wanted to castrate Lao Ai again to make him a real eunuch, also clenched his legs, indicating that his son seemed to have already saved him this step.

"Get down! Get down! Awooo!" Lao Ai, half-bent over, stomped his feet frantically on the ground. He turned around and shouted at his followers, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and grab this little bastard!"

At the same time as Lao Ai's voice rang out, Ying Zheng's authoritative voice also rang out, "Guards! Protect the eldest son! Arrest all these people!"

The Qin army was mobilized and surrounded Lao Ai's followers again.

Fusu kicked off Lao Ai's body with his little feet, and at the same time let go of the "rope" with his little hands. Using the momentum of the swing, he flew outward, rolled twice on the ground with his head in his hands, and sat down on the ground with a big thud. He looked at Lao Ai, whose body was curled up like a shrimp, with tears and snot streaming down his face, and who was lying on the ground screaming in pain.

Why are Earthlings so weak? Does it really hurt that much? She didn't even use any force, not even her breastfeeding strength, yet she's screaming so pitifully? Sometimes I accidentally hit my wet nurse much harder than this, and she didn't scream like that.

It seems that on Earth, women have a much higher pain tolerance than men.

No wonder women give birth on Earth instead of men. If men gave birth, given their pain tolerance, Earth would be doomed.

"Su'er, are you alright?" Ying Zheng stared intently at the little ball of flesh sitting on the ground, holding her head in a daze, looking somewhat silly. Although his voice was calm, one could hear the barely suppressed tension in it if one listened carefully.

Fusu let go of Ying Zheng's hand, looked at him not far away, stood up happily, waved his little hand and walked forward.

But after taking a couple of steps, Fusu suddenly remembered what his friends on the forum had said: "People of Earth should respect themselves and not send gifts from afar casually."

For the former, I'll find a scale to weigh myself when I have time to see how much I really weigh; for the latter, I'll start by refusing to deliver things from ten steps instead of from a thousand miles away.

Fusu's legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground with a thud. He stretched out his arms to Ying Zheng and called out in a soft, tender voice, "Father, my feet hurt. Hug me."

Although she had two sons, the elder son was sent away when he was just three months old, and the younger son, although loud enough, could not speak.

Therefore, upon hearing such an adorable creature call him "Father" in such a cute voice, Ying Zheng, who had never officially enjoyed the treatment of being a "Father," was almost completely melted by Fusu's cuteness.

Son, my son!

Ying Zheng took a few steps forward, picked up Fusu who was sitting on the ground, and looked at Fusu, whose face was red, sweat dripped from his forehead, and hair was messy from swinging. He felt sorry for Fusu and kissed him twice.

"Father, hurry, save the wet nurse! Blood, so much blood!" Fusu said stammeringly, his face flushed.

To conserve energy, Fusu did not modify the muscles that control his vocal development, so his vocal development was similar to that of a normal baby.

The one-year-old baby, although the software is sufficient, still speaks unclearly and drools constantly.

Seeing Fusu getting more and more anxious and unable to explain himself clearly, drooling as he spoke, Ying Zheng suppressed a laugh, reached out and gently wiped the drool from Fusu's mouth, and said softly, "My dear! Su'er, don't worry, your wet nurse and father have already sent people to check on her, she's fine."

"Your son thanks, thanks, thanks, Father, on behalf of your wet nurse," Fusu said, his tongue slurring.

"Su'er knows so much." Ying Zheng poked Fu Su's chubby little face and ordered someone to bring water to wash Fu Su's face, and more importantly, to wash his hands.

"Father, the skin on my hands is almost broken from all the rubbing you've done." Fusu looked at his chubby hands, which had turned from white radishes to red radishes, and then at Ying Zheng, who was gritting his teeth as he washed his hands. He pouted and said aggrievedly, "It hurts."

Ying Zheng stopped what he was doing, looked at his innocent and bewildered son, and said with a serious expression but a gentle voice, "No, you can't. Your hands are dirty, so you have to wash them clean. Otherwise... Su'er, you'll definitely regret it when you grow up. Bear the pain, okay?"

Will you regret it? Why would you regret it?

Fusu thought for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. But looking at the general behind Ying Zheng who stumbled because his master said his hands were dirty, he felt that his father was acting cute like this, so it would be a shame not to give him some face. So he nodded obediently and said in a cute voice, "Father, Su'er is not afraid of pain."

Looking at Fusu's obedient little face, Ying Zheng, who was secretly regretting saying "hands are dirty," paused slightly.

He remembered that when he was a child in the State of Zhao, he would often get dirty from fighting with other children his age.

At this time, Zhao Ji would do the same thing as now, fetching a basin of water for him and saying in a gentle tone, "Your hands are dirty, you need to wash them clean," coaxing him to take a bath and change his clothes.

I had unknowingly brought up Zhao Ji's words, but I didn't expect Su'er to say something I said when I was a child.

"Su'er is such a good boy." Ying Zheng came back to his senses, personally wiped Fusu's hands clean, and looked at his son who was washed clean and smelled of soap. He smiled and said, "Speaking of which, how did Su'er recognize his father just now?"

“My wet nurse said that my father is a king, and he has a kingly aura. Even if he stands among ten thousand people, he can be recognized at a glance.” Fusu said intermittently, trying his best to express his meaning.

As soon as he spoke a long sentence, drool would uncontrollably drip from the corner of his mouth; Earthlings are truly incredibly delicate.

"Su'er is so clever!" Ying Zheng patted Fusu's head and said happily.

Seeing his boss father laughing so hard because of his words, Fusu quickly added, "Father is father, how could a son not recognize his father? Even if father is turned into a pile of ashes, Su'er would still recognize him, let alone how majestic and handsome he is."

Fusu said confidently, "Xing has developed a program to test the DNA of ashes. Although it is not available to ordinary people who have passed the imperial examinations, he will definitely make it available for Father. So Father, you don't have to worry about becoming nameless ashes in the future."

Father, are you happy?

Because of his overwhelming confidence, Fusu even forgot his stuttering this time, and perfectly expressed everything he wanted to say in one breath.

Ying Zheng initially had a smile on his face, thinking that his eldest son was incredibly cute and well-behaved, just like himself when he was a child. But after hearing the last sentence, he had only one thought in his mind: "Which bastard has corrupted his cute and well-behaved son?"

However, now is not the time to correct his son's Chinese; Ying Zheng has very important things to do.

"Su'er, why don't you go and rest first? Your father still has things to attend to." Ying Zheng patted Fusu's head, intending to hand him over to a palace servant.

"No!" Fusu shook his head, stretched out his hands to hug Ying Zheng's neck, and pouted, saying coquettishly, "Su'er wants to follow, Father, Su'er wants to protect, Father."

The people of Earth are so weak, and my father is even weaker than a fighting chicken. If I don't protect him, what if some bad guy bullies him?

Although Fusu was speaking the truth, from Ying Zheng's and outsiders' perspectives, Fusu's words were truly masterful. It was "protecting Father" instead of "Su'er is afraid, Father protects Su'er." Hearing this, Ying Zheng laughed heartily, and his mood improved considerably.

When people are happy, they are prone to losing their heads and doing things they would never normally do—otherwise, there would be no such thing as "extreme joy begets sorrow".

When Ying Zheng burst into Zhao Ji's residence carrying Fusu, Zhao Ji, who was sitting on the couch watching the two children play with a loving expression, immediately hugged the two children and looked at Ying Zheng warily, saying, "Zheng'er, what do you want to do?"

"Of course I've come to visit..." Before Ying Zheng could finish speaking, he felt a heavy push on his shoulder. He was rarely interrupted, so he looked at the culprit with slight impatience and said patiently, "Su'er, what's wrong?"

"Father, Su'er is hungry. Su'er wants to eat that." Fusu said pitifully, pointing to the fruit platters on the long table.

There's jerky! Jerky to boost your energy! Jerky that gives you the strength to eat your fill!

Seeing Fusu drooling more and more, Ying Zheng shamefully discovered that not only had his anger completely dissipated, but he also found his son's appearance incredibly cute.

Ahhhh! Son, eat, eat, eat! What do you want to eat? Your father will have someone make it for you right now!

Seeing that Ying Zheng was staring at him without saying a word, and his expression seemed a little agitated, Fusu subconsciously thought that Ying Zheng was unwilling to give him dried meat. Thinking of the usual behavior of his wet nurse and others, he quickly reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small jade bracelet. He placed it in front of Ying Zheng and whispered, "Father, can I use this to exchange for it? Although it's a little small, I've exchanged all the other bracelets. I only have this one left."

"Changed it? What did you change it to?"

“The wet nurse said that children cannot eat cold food or leftover soup, so she used her jewelry to help Su’er exchange for meat, fish, and shrimp.”