[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

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Subject: My poop on Earth is so awful! Second post in the series!

Waaah! He bought so many clothes just because he's rich, and then he forces me to wear them one by one for him. :3wし. He won't let me eat meat if I don't wear them.

Waaah! I'm not a Barbie doll, I'm just a dress-up doll for little girls!

Waaah! He's a grown man, and he likes changing clothes so much, why doesn't he change them himself? Or he could just become a little wooden doll, why does he have to come to me? I'm a cute boy, I don't want to wear bright red and green.

Really annoying!

№0☆☆☆萌萌哒的大秦长公子于2015-07-2721:27:49留言☆☆☆

Because your dad is a figure fanatic!

№1☆☆☆才不是捞月死的于2015-07-2721:30:20留言☆☆☆

Because your dad is a figure fanatic!

№2☆☆☆奉旨填词于2015-07-2721:38:48留言☆☆☆

Because your dad is a figure fanatic!

№3☆☆☆躲在皇帝床底下于2015-07-2521:47:35留言☆☆☆

Because your dad is a figure fanatic!

№4☆☆☆想当女皇的面首没聘上于2015-07-2721:50:23留言☆☆☆

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Because your dad is a figure fanatic!

№1024☆☆☆我的舅舅是个渣于2015-07-2722:35:27留言☆☆☆

"The last one, the last one! Come, come! The last one!" Ying Zheng said to Fusu with a smile, holding up a bright red coat.

"Father, Su'er is really out of strength!" Fusu lay weakly on the ground, raising his head to look at Ying Zheng and said.

Ugh! I thought only women found shopping so tiring and troublesome, trying on one item after another. I never imagined that men on Earth could have such incredible energy.

What the heck is this "figure fanatic"? How could they make a cute boy like me wear such tacky clothes in bright red and green?

"Are you really out of energy?"

Fusu nodded frantically, "I really have no strength left."

Boss, please let me go! I sell my art, not my body!

Ying Zheng first showed a hint of disappointment, looking at Fusu with a sense of pity.

Or, I could sacrifice myself again to appease my boss. Maybe if I do it well, he might even give me a raise.

Just as Fusu hesitated, Ying Zheng reached into a hidden compartment in the carriage and pulled out a plate of dried meat as if by magic.

“Since Su’er has no strength left, she probably doesn’t have the strength to eat either. This dried meat will still be…” Ying Zheng picked up a piece of dried meat, waved it in front of Fusu, and said with a smile.

Fusu stared intently at the dried meat in Ying Zheng's hand, swallowed hard, and said, "Father, I suddenly feel full of energy again."

"Okay, come on, let's change our clothes first."

And so, over the next two days, Fusu was forced or coaxed by Ying Zheng to change his clothes again and again. He not only collected clothes from the seven states of Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei, and Qin, but also collected the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. Ying Zheng even ordered people to make several animal costumes for Fusu to wear.

Fusu could only be thankful that his boss had a narrow perspective, unaware that there were many countries, ethnic costumes, and small animals on Earth, and that Earth's weaving and dyeing technology was underdeveloped, with many strange colors that could not be dyed.

Seriously, the boss himself always wears all black, so black that unsuspecting people would think he never showers or changes his clothes. So why is it that when it comes to himself, he has red and green stains? Is he deliberately tormenting his son?

In fact, Fusu wronged Ying Zheng.

By nature, Ying Zheng was a man who liked bright and cheerful colors. Therefore, he rarely interfered with the clothing of his concubines, except for colors like red and black that were reserved for nobles. On the contrary, he enjoyed watching the concubines compete with each other.

However, according to the Qin state's system, black was the color of the king's name, and the king of Qin could only wear black.

Throughout his life, Ying Zheng only ever wore black and white.

While brightly colored clothing was popular among the nobility, the King of Qin could no longer wear it, as it would be considered disrespectful and detrimental to the nation's fortune.

Therefore, growing up, Ying Zheng's wish was probably similar to that of a certain chubby man in later generations—to have a color photograph taken.

But it doesn't matter, if I can't wear it, my son can wear it too.

Although my son is chubby, children are cute when they're chubby. In addition, Fusu has good skin, as white as snow and with a rosy glow. No matter what clothes he wears, he looks so cute and beautiful, which makes people very happy.

In his excitement, Ying Zheng pulled out countless jade bracelets, jade rings, gold locks and other ornaments to match Fusu's clothes.

Fortunately, Fusu was no ordinary person. If it were an ordinary baby, it would have been crushed by the pile of metal and stones on its body.

After all this changing and sending, in just two days from Yongcheng to Xianyang Palace, Fusu had transformed from a spirited young man who was constantly acting like a teenager, shouting that he wanted to "protect his father," into an old cucumber that had lost all its moisture.

Baby feels wronged, baby is sad, baby is suffering inside.

Ying Zheng didn't care about any of that. When they arrived at Xianyang Palace, he bent down, picked up his "carefully dressed" Fusu, and stepped off the royal carriage, using Zhao Gao's back as a foothold.

Outside the royal carriage stood a large group of women dressed in brightly colored clothes, looking exceptionally charming and glamorous.

Among these women, the leader was Mi Ji, the birth mother of Fusu, who is now the Lady in charge of the Qin Palace.

"Jing'er greets Your Majesty." Mi Ji gracefully bowed to Ying Zheng.

"Jing'er, get up quickly." Ying Zheng reached out to help Mi Ji up, then teased Fu Su in his arms, and said with a smile, "Su'er, why don't you call her Mother?"

"Su'er!" Mi Ji looked at Fu Su with a mixture of surprise and joy, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears.

A year later, Mi Ji, who was only sixteen years old at the time, had grown up a lot. Not only was her appearance more beautiful, but her figure had also developed quite well.

Unlike the other women who wore bright and colorful clothes, Mi Ji wore a modified black blouse with a long skirt that flared out like a fish tail, gradually tapering from bottom to top and tightly cinching at the waist, perfectly outlining Mi Ji's exquisite and graceful figure.

Most importantly, both of them were wearing black coats, and as a handsome man and a beautiful woman, they stood out among the colorful outfits, giving off a couple's outfit vibe.

For some reason, Fusu felt somewhat inferior.

Because he realized that he and the couple were completely different.

They're all bosses now! Why do they have to dress me up like this?!

Unlike his parents, who were dressed in black blouses and robes, Fusu was wearing a Hu-style outfit, with a top and trousers, revealing not only his buttocks but also his penis.

To make matters worse, the highest level of aesthetic appreciation among the nobles at the time was "red and green," and the Qin state was located in the northwest.

Therefore, Fusu's Hu clothing was not only a combination of green on top and red on the bottom, but also carried a strong Northwest flavor, making people suddenly think that Ying Zheng was holding a Huba in his arms. No, it was a carrot.

If Fusu hadn't fought back so desperately, Ying Zheng would have originally wanted to take the small tuft of hair on Fusu's head, tie it into a high ponytail with a red ribbon, and add some blush to his face, just like the doll in the New Year's picture.

If permitted, I'd like to add a cinnabar mole between my eyebrows.

Thinking about what had happened in the past two days, Fusu couldn't help but reach out to Mi Ji and said in a wronged tone, "Mother! Hug me!"

No wonder people on Earth say, "Don't let men raise children alone. A child with a mother is a treasure, while a child without a mother is like a weed."

I'm not grass, but I'm not a figurine either.

"Su'er... Su'er, do you still recognize your mother?" Mi Ji's eyes reddened instantly, and she choked out a sob, saying with a mixture of surprise and joy.

She had prepared herself mentally for her son to be distant and not recognize her after not seeing her for so long, but she never expected him to be so affectionate towards her.

"Of course I remember. Su'er is my son. How could a son forget his mother?" Fu Su pulled out the speech he had obtained from the forum and memorized in its entirety from his memory and said with a sweet smile.

“Su’er, you…” Mi Yan said, her eyelashes trembling, tears welling up in her eyes as if they were about to fall.

"Waaaaah!" A loud cry of a newborn baby rang out in the room.