[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

Ying Zheng was furious. His own son, the eldest prince of Qin, was being abused by his own grandmother in a place where he couldn't see him, and he was also being bullied by those two bastards.

A child without a father? Excellent!

Seeing the murderous intent in Ying Zheng's eyes, Zhao Ji screamed and tried to grab Ying Zheng's hand, but he pushed her to the ground with a flick of his sleeve.

"Somebody come!"

At Ying Zheng's command, a row of Qin warriors, armed with spears and clad in armor, entered the main hall.

"Kill them!" Ying Zheng pointed at the two children in Zhao Ji's arms, and warriors immediately rushed forward and snatched the two children from Zhao Ji's arms.

Zhao Ji cried out in tears, trying to beg Ying Zheng to spare the lives of her two children, but her arms were held tightly by several palace servants.

She could only watch as the samurai lifted the two little boys like chickens, stuffed them into a cloth bag, and tied them up.

Seeing that Ying Zheng glanced at Fusu, he changed his mind and said, "Go out and kill them, and let the Empress Dowager go out with them too, so that we can see them off one last time."

The warrior carried a cloth bag out of the main hall, while Zhao Ji was dragged out of the main hall by several palace servants.

Outside the main hall came the sound of Zhao Ji and her two children crying and wailing. At first, the sound was very loud, but it gradually fell silent.

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu with a sense of apprehension, worried that his actions might leave a psychological scar on Fusu.

But then I thought, how could the eldest son of the Great Qin be so cowardly, afraid of such a small thing?

Thinking this, Ying Zheng began to coax Fusu to eat fruit.

"Don't eat meat all the time, eat more fruit, so you can have fair skin and look good when you grow up."

"Fruit..." Fusu glanced at the peach in Ying Zheng's hand, pursed his lips in disgust, and said, "That's something women eat!"

No wonder the people of Earth are so weak, eating plants that contain no animal protein at all. Not only women eat them, but men do too.

What happened to the stereotype that men on Earth are all about "drinking wine from large bowls and eating large chunks of meat"?

Ying Zheng, who had just taken a bite of the peach, suddenly felt that he couldn't swallow the piece of peach flesh in his throat, nor could he spit it out. He could only watch as Fusu was overjoyed, stuffing the whole plate of dried meat into his mouth like a little hamster before winter.

For some reason, Ying Zheng felt a pang of sadness.

His own son was so happy over a piece of meat; it seemed to him, as the father, was being irresponsible.

Perhaps because of his irresponsible mother, Zhao Ji, Ying Zheng was unusually sentimental, melancholic, and emotional today. Even Fusu, who wasn't very emotionally intelligent, could sense the melancholy in Ying Zheng.

It's one thing for the boss to eat things only women eat, but his personality is also so womanly, really...

Weak! Foolish! Effeminate!

With so many flaws, how did the boss survive for the first twenty-odd years without my protection? It must have been a very difficult life.

Feeling his son's sympathetic gaze, Ying Zheng sensed something was amiss and slammed his hand on the long table, saying, "Have you finished eating? If you've eaten, Su'er, go and rest. Your father has official business to attend to tonight."

Although Lao Ai has been arrested, his accomplices are still alive. In addition, the rebellion is such a big deal that not only should his crimes be investigated, but rewards should also be given. These things should be dealt with as soon as possible. Ying Zheng felt that he would definitely not be able to get a full night's sleep.

"No, Su'er wants to follow Father and protect Father." Such a weak boss is really too worrying. If it weren't for my protection, wouldn't he be killed in a minute?

Looking at Fusu, who was fair-skinned and looked like a little steamed bun—no, there were no steamed buns or mantou in this era, he should be a little meatball—and hearing him say in a childish voice, "I want to protect my father," Ying Zheng almost agreed to his son's request without any principles.

"No, Father has official business tonight. You should go and rest. Children won't grow tall if they don't sleep," Ying Zheng said firmly.

Weak! Foolish! Effeminate!

You have absolutely no self-awareness! Don't you know you're a weakling? It doesn't matter if you die or not, just don't drag me down with you!

Hmph! Since you won't listen to reason, then don't blame me for making you drink the penalty shot.

"Father, no!" Fusu cried out, lunging forward and throwing himself into Ying Zheng's arms. He then reached out and hugged Ying Zheng's neck with his little hands and clamped his little feet around Ying Zheng's chest.

Originally, Fusu wanted to take advantage of Ying Zheng's chest, but unfortunately, he was too short. In Fusu's eyes, Ying Zheng had many flaws, but one of his three advantages was his height—the other two being his wealth and good looks.

The little dumpling managed to snag a liking for the domineering King Qin, but after a period of torment from the mischievous little devil, Ying Zheng reluctantly agreed to let the little dumpling come with him to the main study, but on the condition that the little dumpling behave well, not make a fuss, and not complain about being bored; otherwise…

"Su'er, go to sleep, be a good girl." Fu Su said with a sweet and adorable expression.

"What a clever child." Ying Zheng reached out and tapped Fusu's nose, looking at his son who was smiling innocently and brightly, and was in a very good mood.

Ying Zheng and Fusu left the main hall and saw two cloth bags in the square in front of the hall. The bags were covered with red spots, and there were also red marks on the ground. Zhao Ji was lying helplessly on the two bags, sobbing silently.

Upon seeing Ying Zheng emerge, Zhao Ji immediately raised her head, her hair disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, and glared at him with hatred. In a hoarse voice, she shouted, "Why didn't you kill me? Kill me! If you have the guts, then kill me!"

Ying Zheng ignored Zhao Ji and didn't even stop walking. He turned around and got into the royal carriage while holding Fusu.

“Wait, one, moment, that…” Fusu leaned halfway over the carriage shaft, pointed to one of the two cloth bags, and said, “Slam it three, three more times.”

"You!" Zhao Ji glared angrily at Fusu, her voice sharp and swift as she spoke, "My son is dead, why do you still want to desecrate his corpse? Zheng'er, is this your good son? You taught him, didn't you?"

Ying Zheng offered no comment on the scapegoat his mother had handed him; he simply waved his sleeve and silently shouldered the burden, saying, "Approved!"

The samurai responded, picked up the cloth bag from the ground, and slammed it down three times.

Fusu looked relieved, snuggled back into Ying Zheng's arms, and said in a childish voice, "Father, let's go."

"Zhao Gao, let's go."

Ying Zheng's royal chariot sped away, leaving only Zhao Ji prostrate on the ground, weeping and wailing.

"Su'er, why did you do that just now?" Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, who was nestled in his arms and taking out dried meat from her pocket with her little hands, and asked with a smile.

"Because one fell thirty times, while the other only fell twenty-seven times. They're not the same. If they fall three more times, they'll be the same." Fusu gave Ying Zheng an explanation that left him both amused and exasperated.

But just as the day doesn't understand the darkness of the night, Scorpios don't understand Virgos' obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

The star belongs to the Virgo Cluster, and the Milky Way, where the blue star is located, and the Virgo Cluster both belong to the Virgo Supercluster.

Virgo is also known as Virgo, so including Qin Shi Huang, whether they are aliens or blue planets, they all have some degree of obsessive-compulsive tendencies, though some are more severe than others.

Ying Zheng didn't think about "obsessive-compulsive disorder." His first reaction was that his son had a little quirk, but this wasn't considered a big problem in the royal family. His second reaction was... "It seems I have a genius son. He can count from one to thirty at just one year old and can also do addition and subtraction."

"Su'er, if you have three pieces of dried meat, and your father gives you twenty more pieces of dried meat, how many pieces of dried meat do you have?" Ying Zheng was somewhat incredulous and decided to test Fusu with this question.

"Seventeen pieces of dried meat," Fusu said without even thinking.

Although Fusu answered incorrectly, Ying Zheng showed a satisfied smile. "I knew it! How could a person be so monstrous? Although I am happy that my son is smart, it makes me sad and lonely that he is even smarter than me."

As a student who excelled in humanities but was outmatched by his younger brothers in mathematics, one of the Six Arts of a Gentleman, Ying Zheng would never admit that he couldn't even calculate money when buying things at the age of five.

Unfortunately, Ying Zheng's joy didn't last long before he heard Fusu continue, "If Su'er isn't too hungry right now and can only eat about six pieces of dried meat, Su'er guarantees that not a single piece of dried meat will be left."

Looking at Fusu, who was touching his belly with a regretful expression, Ying Zheng realized that he seemed to have given birth to a genius, or at least a mathematical genius.