[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

Ying Zheng stared intently, and saw that the black mattress was covered with spots of varying shades; it felt damp to the touch, and smelled... well, there was no need to smell it at all. (From a novel)

Watching the dot in the middle of the character "太" stick up and splash water all over the bed, after the chubby little body finished, it rolled over to a dry spot to the side and continued to sleep soundly, waving its little penis, leaving only a water stain.

“Your Majesty, this…” Zhao Gao looked at Ying Zheng with difficulty and suggested in a low voice, “How about this servant has someone take the eldest son out and then…”

"Alright, Su'er has had a long night and is sleeping so soundly, so I won't disturb him. Get some mattresses, I'll just sleep on the floor." Ying Zheng waved his hand to stop Zhao Gao from finishing his sentence, looking at the chubby little ball of flesh on the bed with affection, and said.

"Yes!" Zhao Gao's face remained expressionless, but in his heart he secretly elevated Fusu's importance to an even higher level.

After sleeping for about half an hour, Fusu woke up from his sleep. Just as he was about to jump off the bed, he found someone under the bed. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was his boss, his father.

Why isn't the boss sleeping on the couch, but on the floor? Shouldn't I be sleeping on the floor to protect the weak Earthlings?

Could it be... that my boss is protecting me? Am I so weak that I need the protection of a weak human from Earth?

Although he was somewhat touched by his boss's actions, Fusu, who was known for "tearing apart Ultraman and stomping on monsters," said he could not accept being protected by the people of Earth.

I need some peace and quiet!

Fusu lay down on the ground, found a comfortable position in Ying Zheng's arms, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I want to sleep with my boss, it's just that it's the rainy season now, with lots of rain and little sunshine, so the bedding gets wet easily if it's not aired out. The whole tatami mat is wet now, and I can't find a dry place to sleep.

Humans are thermoregulatory beings, and their body temperature has a built-in drying function. Even if they pee... cough cough... spit out saliva while sleeping in their boss's arms, they won't be afraid.

Ying Zheng's chest was broad and warm, and sleeping in his arms gave one a sense of security. Fusu only counted "one roasted chicken leg, two roasted chicken legs" for a while before falling into a deep sleep in his arms.

When Fusu woke up again, he habitually closed his eyes, stretched while lying on the bed, and shouted, "The ugly guy has been awake for a long time, while the handsome guy has only just woken up."

"Father, is it ugly?" Ying Zheng's voice, tinged with a hint of resentment, drifted over, immediately startling Fusu from his semi-conscious state.

"Father, your valor is unparalleled, your power is unmatched!" Fusu jumped up from the couch, looked at Ying Zheng sitting at his desk, writing memorials with a pen, and said with a grin.

At this moment, Fusu realized that he was no longer in the Great Zheng Palace, but in Ying Zheng's royal carriage.

Damn it! How could I be sleeping so soundly? I didn't even notice when someone moved me to a different spot?

How could this be? How can I protect people when I'm sleeping so soundly?

Hmph! It must be the boss's fault. His embrace was too warm, making me sleep too soundly!

"Su'er, come here, come to your father." Ying Zheng put down his pen, stretched, and beckoned to Fusu.

Boss Dad! What kind of pose is that? Are you teasing a puppy? I'm your son, not some puppy!

Although he was internally screaming like this, Fusu crawled to Ying Zheng as fast as he could, sat down on the ground with his little head resting on the desk, and looked up at Ying Zheng with his big, bright eyes, asking, "Father, are we going back to Xianyang?"

"Yes! Uh... Su'er, you don't stutter anymore?" Ying Zheng looked at Fu Su in surprise, who was speaking fluently. In the morning, he was uttering one word at a time, but by the afternoon he was speaking so fluently. Good boy, you're growing up fast.

“When did Su’er start stuttering? Su’er just had unclear pronunciation before! Can’t Su’er grow up?” Fu Su snorted, turned her little bottom around, and turned her body to the side, revealing her bare bottom to Ying Zheng.

Fusu couldn't say it, because he couldn't stand the image of himself not only uttering words one by one when he spoke, but also drooling as soon as he opened his mouth. So he used all the energy he got from his breakfast that morning to improve the skin of his mouth and throat.

I don't eat for nothing!

However, some forum members said that normal children on Earth don't develop that fast. But luckily, your dad is a bit out of touch with reality. You can pretend to be angry and shift the blame onto him. He won't dare to reveal his lack of parenting knowledge, so he'll naturally come up with a reasonable explanation for you.

Thinking of this, Fusu turned around again and yelled at Ying Zheng, "Su'er has grown up!" Then he turned back around and held his bottom up to Ying Zheng.

So what if you're naked? Are you wearing a bellyband or pants?

Looking at Fusu, who was radiating an aura of "This baby is very angry, Father, come and coax me," Ying Zheng smiled inwardly. He simply took his struggling son into his arms, looked at Fusu pouting and very unhappy, and said with a smile, "Su'er, look what this is?"

As Ying Zheng spoke, he pulled open a hidden compartment in the carriage, took out a rosewood eight-treasure fruit platter from it, placed it in front of Fusu, waved it, and said with a smile, "Su'er, would you like some?"

The eight-treasure fruit platter was filled with all sorts of snacks that children love to eat, including dried fruit, honey cakes, and various kinds of dried meat that Fusu loves to eat the most.

Ying Zheng, using the voice of a goldfish-like weirdo to coax a little girl, waved the dried meat in front of Fusu, saying, "Su'er, look, this is beef jerky, this is smoked venison, this is mutton patty, and this..."

Fusu's saliva gushed out, and he stammered, "Father, you are the best father in the world, so don't slander your son."

I wasn't drooling! It's just that my muscles aren't fully developed yet, so I couldn't control myself... Mmm! It smells so good!

Seeing Fusu's unabashedly greedy expression, Ying Zheng was actually quite happy.

It's normal for kids to have an irresistible urge to eat delicious food.

Although he couldn't control himself, he didn't do anything impolite and didn't rush forward to grab food like the other children. This fully demonstrates that although Fusu is young, he is a child with a certain degree of self-control and can restrain himself.

Ying Zheng had never raised children, and after returning to Qin at the age of nine, he lived a life like an immortal, having long since lost all awareness of the hardships faced by ordinary people.

Therefore, Ying Zheng completely forgot what physiological characteristics a normal one-year-old child would have, and at most only knew vague traits such as being greedy for food, being lazy, being playful, and being affectionate.

Ying Zheng felt that although his son was mischievous, he was also very smart. Although sometimes his intelligence was frustrating and illogical, Ying Zheng automatically assumed that "he is indeed my son. He has been so different since he was a child." He ignored all these illogicalities and regarded them as a symbol of his innate intelligence.

In short, just as the guide to raising children that Fusu received from the Blue Star people on the forum was not very accurate, Ying Zheng's parenting strategy also took a completely different approach.

After raising a child who is a prodigy, no one can accept an ordinary child who cries and fusses all day long, is not smart or clever, and cannot understand human speech.