[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

After dismissing all the mistresses who might interfere with their father-son relationship, Ying Zheng, disregarding his image, removed his court hat and robes, changing into lighter clothing. However, he didn't change his headdress, letting his hair fall loosely and loosely tying it back with a hairband. This article was first published by...

To outsiders, Ying Zheng was always serious and meticulous, never letting even a single strand of his hair get messed up, and who knew how much hair oil he used. But this outfit gave him a touch of lazy charm.

Ying Zheng sat down opposite Fusu, looking at Fusu who was holding a mutton pie but not eating it, just staring blankly at him with wide eyes. He smiled and said, "Su'er, why are you looking at your father like that?"

"Father, it looks good." Why isn't there a cell phone? If you took a picture and uploaded it online, how much would it sell for? Although it's not revealing enough, it has a kind of ascetic beauty. Those thirsty women on the forum would definitely buy it, and maybe even some gay men.

Completely surprised that his son was thinking about how to sell himself, Ying Zheng smiled slightly, patted Fusu's head, and looked at Fusu's chubby little face, who was smiling in a particularly festive and cute way, and said, "Su'er is also good-looking."

"Then... when Su'er grows up, will she be as good-looking as her father, the king?" If she can't sell her boss's photos, selling her own photos is not bad either. Anyway, she will change back to her original face when she returns to the star, so she is not afraid that no one will recognize her.

"No need to wait until he grows up, my Su'er is already very handsome now, and he will only be more handsome when he grows up, and he will definitely be more handsome than his father." Ying Zheng chuckled and patted Fusu's head.

It's not that Ying Zheng is boasting, but as his son with Mi Ji, Fusu, although a bit chubby now, has remarkably handsome features—large eyes, a high nose bridge—truly embodying the saying "beauty lies in the bone, not the skin." With Ying Zheng's discerning eye, as long as Fusu doesn't suffer any accidents during his growth, such as breaking a tooth or getting a scrape, he will undoubtedly grow up to be the most handsome man in the seven kingdoms.

Of course, losing weight is necessary, but it's too cruel to talk about weight loss with a one-year-old child.

"Eat more vegetables." Ying Zheng thought to himself, picking up a piece of vegetables with his chopsticks and putting it into Fusu's dish.

Faced with his son's "you're heartless and unreasonable" expression and his opening of his mouth to speak, Ying Zheng stopped him, saying, "You're not allowed to say that vegetables are something only sissies eat."

Fusu pouted in grievance, put down the chicken leg in his hand, picked up his chopsticks, used the tip of the chopsticks to pick up a piece of green vegetable and put it in his mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, he looked up at Ying Zheng and shouted loudly, "Father, it's bitter!"

Of course it was bitter. The green vegetables that people used to eat frequently in those days were basically kicked out of the list of common vegetables and became wild vegetables in later generations because they were too unpalatable.

Looking at his son's wrinkled little face, Ying Zheng suppressed the urge to burst into laughter and sternly reprimanded him, "Although this vegetable doesn't taste very good and is even a bit bitter, it's a vegetable that my Qin ancestors often ate when they started their business. It symbolizes the characteristics of the Qin people's lives, it..."

Listening to Ying Zheng's long and eloquent speech, Fusu knew that he had no choice but to eat this meal of vegetables today. To be specific, he was not eating vegetables, but rather the sentiments he was embracing.

"Father, do you know about Amway?" Fusu took another bite of vegetables and looked at Ying Zheng with a bitter face.

Just as he was reciting "My son, you must not forget your roots," Ying Zheng stopped his promotional actions and looked at Fusu, asking, "What is that?"

"Father, since the vegetables are so good, you should eat more of them too." Instead of answering Ying Zheng's question directly, Fusu reached out with his chopsticks and quickly put all the remaining vegetables from the plate into Ying Zheng's bowl.

I don't like eating green vegetables!

I hate eating green vegetables the most; they're bitter!

Ying Zheng was screaming inwardly, but when he saw his son looking at him with such a natural, innocent, and trusting expression, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and eat all the vegetables.

The tears you shed while eating vegetables are the result of the water that got into your brain when you were selling Amway products.

The father and son finished the vegetables in their bowls without tasting them, then lowered their heads in silence and began to devour the remaining meat on the long table.

The Qin state valued frugality, and given the underdeveloped material civilization of the pre-Qin period, even though Ying Zheng was the King of Qin, his breakfast consisted of only six dishes, which was incredibly meager compared to the hundreds of dishes served to emperors in later generations.

In the past, Ying Zheng had never felt that the food was bad or the portions were too small. The six dishes were more than enough for him to eat by himself. Although he was dining with Fusu today, how much could a one-year-old child eat... well... he really could eat a lot.

Ying Zheng had just eaten one pancake when he discovered that the mutton pancakes were gone, leaving only okra steamed pancakes and honey pancakes.

He reached out to grab the honey pancake again, but then he saw... no, he saw nothing at all. He didn't even see the legendary black shadow flash by. The honey pancake was gone, and only the okra steamed cake remained.

Seeing Ying Zheng looking at him, Fusu, who was stuffing a cake into his mouth with an elegant but extremely fast speed, raised his head and said with a smile, "Father, eat more."

What are you eating? Meat! Sweets! You fat kid ate them all! Now I finally understand how this kid got so fat. He's so young, yet he's like a ball. He looks like he could roll away if you kicked him.

Ying Zheng could only bite into the okra steamed bun in frustration. Given his status and position, he could certainly have someone make a few more plates to eat.

But could he really do such a thing? The King of Qin couldn't even win a fight with a child? Even if this doesn't get out, it's still incredibly shameful.

After a disheartening breakfast, Ying Zheng continued to review memorials, while Fusu stayed by his side, having Zhao Gao play with toys.

"Quickly, quickly! Lie down, lie down! This treasure wants to ride a big horse!" Fusu pointed at Zhao Gao, hands on his hips, and said.

The tall but extremely thin Zhao Gao looked at Fusu's fleshy body, touched his own slender waist, gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes."

Riding his pony around the study, Fusu felt a little sorry for Zhao Gao as he struggled to walk. But after hearing his name and identity, the forum members all said in unison, "Torture that Zhao Gao to death."

This guy named "Zhao Gao" is really pitiful. I don't know who he offended, but so many people are saying the same thing about wanting to kill him.

If it weren't for coming to Earth, the memories of Earth's history would be automatically blocked, and the forum wouldn't allow searching for Earth's history. Fusu really wanted to find out what Zhao Gao had done.

After circling Zhao Gao twice, Fusu felt a bit dizzy and started to want to sleep. It's not a good thing to sleep right after eating, but he didn't dare to stray too far from Ying Zheng.

Fusu's hesitation was quickly noticed by Zhao Gao, who was nicknamed "the understanding little Zhao Gao". He immediately and tactfully told Fusu that there was a couch in the study for Ying Zheng to rest on, and that the eldest son would like to ask if he would mind.

No problem, no problem at all. Having a place to sleep is good enough.

There's only one couch in the main study. The eldest son is sleeping there, so where will His Majesty sleep?

Looking at Fusu, who was naked except for a small red bib, lying in the middle of the soft couch in a spread-eagle position (no, it should be "太"), with drool at the corner of his mouth and a piece of dried meat he hadn't finished eating, Ying Zheng sighed, "How can this child be so greedy? It's really unfair to him."

“The eldest son is innocent and adorable, and has won Your Majesty’s favor. He will surely be rich and noble in the future. A little grievance is nothing.” Zhao Gao bowed and replied respectfully, “The clothes Your Majesty ordered to be sewn for the eldest son have been made. Would you like to have the eldest son change into them now?”

Upon seeing Fusu that morning, Ying Zheng, who was used to seeing fine things, noticed that although the fabric of Fusu's clothes was comfortable and pleasant, it did not match his status as the eldest prince of Qin.

According to the rules of the Qin Palace, Fusu was entitled to at least 24 new outfits per season. Unlike commoners, he would not deliberately make his clothes too big so that he could wear them a few more times. Therefore, once Fusu wore an outfit, it was practically impossible for him to wear it a second time.

The clothes Fusu was wearing were not only larger than his size, but were also clearly old clothes that had been worn many times.

No one dared to mistreat the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, except for one person.

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng hated Zhao Ji even more. When he was a child, he received all of Zhao Ji's love, but when he grew up, she would abuse her own son for the sake of a bastard child of a wild man.

Compared to his second son in the palace, who was dressed in fine silks and satins since childhood but cried and made a fuss all day long and was not well-behaved at all, Ying Zheng felt more pity for Fusu, who was never crying or making a fuss and was clever and quick-witted since childhood. He even didn't mind sleeping on the same bed with his son because of his pity.

Ying Zheng bent down, placed one hand on the couch and reached out the other towards Fusu, preparing to push Fusu, who was taking up most of the couch, a little further away.

But... what's that on the mattress?