[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

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Subject: My poop on Earth is so annoying!

Weak, foolish, effeminate, and lacking any self-awareness, he's just so annoying!

I really want to slap him all the way from Dazheng Palace to Xianyang Palace, sob sob!

№0☆☆☆萌萌哒的大秦长公子于2015-07-2520:27:49留言☆☆☆

The Great Zheng Palace, the Xianyang Palace, the eldest son—could the poster's father be that person?

No way? A weak, effeminate man... Ah! I can't believe this is real, I'm going to gouge my eyes out!

№1☆☆☆皇觉寺一小僧于2015-07-2520:28:20留言☆☆☆

Upstairs, I have some bad news for you. Just a few days ago, the original poster posted a question: "My dad's mom and her lover want to kill my dad and seize his family property. What should I do?"

So the person you're thinking of is probably the original poster's dad.

(covers face)

As a fan of mine from when I was a human on Earth, I feel I need some quiet time.

№2☆☆☆m姓北大图书管理员于2015-07-2520:28:48留言☆☆☆

Although I don't like the original poster's dad, judging from the original poster's comments, it feels like his character as a dad has fallen apart. ｀｀し

№3☆☆☆西楚举鼎者于2015-07-2520:37:35留言☆☆☆

I absolutely can't believe it, the original poster must be lying!

How could the poster's dad have this kind of persona?

How could the King of Qin be like this? He's made all the Kings of Qin look bad! I'm going to tell my dad that I don't want to be the King of Qin, I want to be the Crown Prince. If he doesn't agree, I'll kill my brother!

№4☆☆☆秦王不是秦朝的王于2015-07-2521:30:23留言☆☆☆

Don't believe me? Add one!

№5☆☆☆我有十全的写诗技巧于2015-07-2521:40:38留言☆☆☆

I don't believe in addition two!

№6☆☆☆只会射雕于2015-07-2521:45:28留言☆☆☆

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Don't believe me? Add my ID number.

№1000☆☆☆日月当空她老公于2015-07-2523:30:28留言☆☆☆

Waaaaah! Why don't you all believe me? My dad is really like that, and I'll tell you specific examples if you don't believe me!

№1001☆☆☆萌萌哒的大秦长公子于2015-07-2523:30:58留言☆☆☆

"Su'er, if you had fifty peaches, your father..."

"No more! No more! Not a single peach left! Whether you want to give me peaches or take mine, Father, I'll give them all to you. I don't want this effeminate stuff."

"Father was speaking hypothetically."

"Even if...we don't want to!"

"What about the dried meat?"

"There...not...one...anymore." Fusu lifted his clothes, revealing his snow-white, round belly, and happily patted his little belly, saying, "They're all...here...all...in...this...place."

Ying Zheng rubbed his temples. He just wanted to test his son's math skills again, but he didn't expect his son to be so smart. Although his speech was still a bit slurred and unclear, he could speak fluently and coherently.

As expected of my son! So clever at such a young age! And so good at tricking people! Of course, it would be even better if he didn't trick me.

Unaware that he had already embarrassed himself so badly because of his unruly child, Ying Zheng picked up the chubby little Fusu and walked into the study amidst the astonished gazes of everyone.

Although it is inappropriate to bring children to the study to discuss matters, since this is neither a formal court assembly nor the filming location of "Where Are We Going, Dad?"

But everyone present knew that Ying Zheng had just undergone his coming-of-age ceremony and was currently riding high. It was the perfect time for a new official to take office and find a chicken to kill. If anyone objected to this matter, Ying Zheng would deal with all kinds of dissent.

So, the ministers, who did not want to be chickens, pretended not to see Fusu, knelt down facing Ying Zheng, and respectfully said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Hmm, rise." Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction. Although no chicken jumped out, which made him slightly disappointed, he was still quite pleased to see that no matter how absurd his actions were, no one dared to make a fuss. Even Lü Buwei, who always liked to say "it is against propriety," did not jump out.

Although bringing Fusu to the study was not his original intention, it was purely because this child had grown up to be so strong that even with great effort, he couldn't pull the brat out of his arms. No, it was probably because Fusu was holding him too tightly. He felt sorry for Fusu and couldn't bear to use force, so he had no choice but to let Fusu hang around his neck as an ornament.

"Eldest son Fusu." Ying Zheng pointed to Fusu sitting in his lap, and the assembled officials who had just stood up immediately kowtowed to Fusu again, saying, "Greetings, eldest son."

Fusu turned to look at Ying Zheng, who smiled and nodded. Fusu immediately imitated Ying Zheng's earlier manner, put on a serious face, and said in a childish voice, "Get up."

The little kid's serious face as he imitates adults talking is just so adorable.

Unbeknownst to him, Ying Zheng, who had already developed a tendency to dote on his child, said in a gentle voice that startled the ministers, including Lü Buwei, "Father still has official business to attend to. Su'er, don't make a fuss. Play quietly to the side. If you need anything, go find Zhao Gao, understand?"

"I know!" Fusu nodded obediently, and at the same time silently added another advantage to Ying Zheng's already three advantages: "tall, rich and handsome".

Although the boss's dad is effeminate, his voice is still quite nice. If he could sing a little tune for me, I would be very happy.

Fusu, who was carried by Zhao Gao to a pile of toys that looked like a small mountain, looked at Ying Zheng's tall back and began to think about how to get him to sing a little tune for him.

Acting cute? Rolling around on the ground? Hmm... I'll just post something on the forum instead.

At this moment, Ying Zheng, who was just beginning to experience the thrill of "having power in his hands and issuing orders at will," suddenly felt a chill down his spine. His imperial intuition made him instinctively feel that someone was plotting against him, and this "someone" included many, many people, even his own family.

I do indeed have many enemies!

I must work even harder!

Ying Zheng was working hard, while Fusu was munching on dried meat and exchanging tips on how to please the King of Qin with a netizen on the forum named "This Queen has two illegitimate children and a dozen lovers," who supposedly had eight hundred years of experience in pleasing the King of Qin.

When Lao Ai rebelled, it was already the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), almost dawn.

After Ying Zheng discussed with Lü Buwei and others the punishment of the traitors, the rewards for meritorious officials such as Lord Changping and Meng Tian, ​​and ordered Li Si, the Minister of Justice, to preside over the trial of Lao Ai, he touched his empty stomach and felt a little hungry.

If I wasn't hungry, how could I have mistakenly smelled chicken legs and lamb patties? Who eats chicken legs so early in the morning? Really...

"Su'er, what are you doing?"

Ying Zheng glanced at Fusu, who was holding a mutton pie bigger than his face in his left hand and a chicken leg bigger than his fist in his right hand, and then glanced at Zhao Gao standing next to Fusu, secretly grumbling to himself.

That Zhao Gao really has no sense of propriety at all. The eldest son is dining here, doesn't he know how to serve him? He actually makes such a young eldest son carry such heavy things.

Seeing that Fusu had devoured three mutton pies in just a few bites, and his belly showed no signs of swelling, Ying Zheng automatically switched to "blind mode."

"My lords, that's enough for today. You've all been busy all night, so go back and rest."

Logically speaking, since his son was already sitting down to eat, Ying Zheng, as the host, should have invited everyone to eat as well. However... I want to have breakfast with my son, and you outsiders should not interfere with our time for father and son to connect.