[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

When Fusu heard that Mao Jiao was requesting an audience, he was actually quite unhappy.

Everyone was praising him, saying he was cute and adorable. One person said he looked like a blessed person, while another retorted that the king's son was of course a blessed person. Fusu, on the other hand, was overjoyed and calmly followed behind Ying Zheng, watching his boss father say to everyone with an expression that said, "My son is like me, of course he is like me." He added, "Su'er is still young, so please don't praise him like that."

Then, Fusu displayed a dignified and generous smile, yet with a touch of childlike shyness, which drew good-natured smiles from everyone, in order to please Ying Zheng, who was showing off his son.

Mother said that there have been many things going on in the previous dynasty, and the boss father is in a bad mood. She told me to be good and try to cheer him up.

Honestly, I came to Earth to observe the Earthlings up close, and incidentally, to have those foolish Earthlings serve me like slaves. I didn't come here to be a father, but rather to be a father, and to serve giant babies.

Fusu rubbed his forehead, remembering what his mother had said recently.

Mother said that recently, the ministers in the court have been making a fuss about bringing Zhao Ji back to Xianyang Palace from Yongcheng, saying that it would violate filial piety and damage the image of Qin. The boss father was full of hatred and of course did not want to, so after a few arguments between the emperor and his ministers, the boss father killed twenty-seven ministers in one go.

Fusu had never heard of this person named "Mao Jiao," and he didn't seem to be a well-known court official. Judging from the recent trend of the story, this kind of person should be another one who came to offer advice.

If he could, Fusu really wanted to roll around and act cute to persuade Ying Zheng not to summon this guy. After all, there were so many things going on lately, and it was rare to see his self-respecting boss so happy.

But that won't work.

If Ying Zheng really ignores this guy, he might just lie down at the gate of Xianyang Palace, bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, and start singing, "Qin Zheng, you have the guts to hold a banquet, you have the guts to come out! Don't hide inside and not open the door, I know you're at home."

As expected, just as Fusu had guessed, this man named "Mao Jiao" had indeed come to curse his own boss, saying that there are twenty-eight constellations in the sky, and those born on earth are righteous people; now that twenty-seven people have died, there is still one short, and he is not afraid of death, so he voluntarily makes up the twenty-eight.

There are... twenty-eight constellations descended to Earth? How come I didn't know about this setting? Isn't it said that only one observer can be sent to each parallel blue planet? Besides me... wait! He meant the twenty-eight constellations, not stars, but... how is that possible?

Fusu almost screamed. With the scientific and technological capabilities of the people of Xingxing, they had explored every corner of the Virgo supercluster within a radius of five million light-years. How could they possibly have missed a planet with such advanced technology that it could attract highly intelligent beings to Earth?

This is impossible! This is an insult to the scientists of our planet!

If the beings of a truly intelligent planet can evade the eyes of interstellar scientists, then their technology must be very advanced, at least more advanced than that of their planet.

Twenty-eight...and all of them have advanced technology beyond Star...and they've all come to Earth...this is like a Star Wars war in no time!

Upon realizing this, Fusu immediately went online to the forum to share his new discovery with his friends.

After posting, Fusu took a moment to glance at his boss, his father.

This is amazing to see.

Good heavens! The boss was so angry with Mao Jiao that he foamed at the mouth!

"Father, are you alright?" Fusu jumped up and hopped to Ying Zheng's side, helping him to sit down on the steps. Then, he hopped over to Mao Jiao, angrily shoving him and shouting, "You scoundrel, why are you bullying Su'er's father?"

With a loud "bang," all the ministers in the hall, as well as the King of Zhao and the King of Qi, witnessed an unbelievable scene: Mao Jiao was sent flying.

He was pushed away by Fusu's palm!

He was pushed out by a chubby two-year-old boy!

Haha! Even if this little chubby kid is a bit fat, he's only two years old this year. How could he easily slap a grown man away with one palm, first making him crash into a pillar, then fall to the ground, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood?

This is a staged accident! This is a forced staged accident!

For a moment, everyone looked at Mao Jiao with contempt, especially Ying Zheng.

I am still here, and you dare to try to frame my son? If I were not here, would you kill my son?

"Guards! This is a grand banquet today. Boil this man in a cauldron!" Ying Zheng roared, pointing at Mao Jiao, who was lying on the ground, vomiting blood.

Everyone knows the purpose of the ding (a type of ancient Chinese cooking vessel). It was originally used for sacrificial rites, but later it became a symbol of national power and strength.

However, it was originally used by nobles to boil meat. Although boiling living people was rare, it did happen, and this was called "cooking punishment". Later, during the Chu-Han Contention, Xiang Yu said that if Liu Bang did not surrender, he would cook his father. Liu Bang replied, "Give me a cup of meat soup".

Although Fusu was unaware of the bromance between Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, he knew that the meat soup was delicious, full of animal protein. The only problem was that it required precise control of the heat.

So Fusu happily offered to tend the fire, guaranteeing that the meat soup he cooked would be delicious and nutritious.

Okay, I can't eat people, but I'd love to smell the broth.

Even though I can't stand the smell of meat broth, it's still quite fun to play around with fire.

Mao Jiao, stripped naked by the Qin army and scrubbed until his skin was almost red due to Fusu's germaphobia, was thrown into a large cauldron filled with water. Looking at the chubby boy below, who was holding a pile of firewood and looking excited, he finally couldn't help but shout, "Your Majesty, I have something to say."

Fusu, who was holding a flint and preparing to light a fire, turned around and looked at Ying Zheng, his chubby little face full of grievance.

Father, stop nagging. Be efficient. Do you know why the monsters can't get immortality? It's because they're too slow. If they just catch and eat them, even if Goku becomes a Super Saiyan, he can't save a dead person.

Seeing the slightly resentful look in his son's eyes, the good father, Ying Zheng, immediately misjudged the expression, thinking that his son was eager to play with fire. So he said, "If you want to play, then continue playing, but be careful not to burn yourself. As for you... just say what you have to say, and see if your tongue is sharp enough, or if Fusu's fire-starting skills are better."

At this time, the ministers and the kings of Qi and Zhao had been respectfully invited out of the main hall by Ying Zheng. Apart from Mao Jiao, the people left in the main hall were all palace servants and maids who were used by Ying Zheng.

Therefore, Ying Zheng didn't mind spoiling Fusu a bit.

"Oh..." Fusu responded and began adding firewood to the cauldron with great interest.

Mao Jiao glanced at Fusu's clumsy and awkward fire-starting skills, guessing that he wouldn't be able to cook it quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly asked, "Does Your Majesty wish to conquer the world?"

Alas! You foolish humans from Earth! Earth is round, what world is this? Those who lack culture die young!

Fusu then added two more matches to the mixture.

“So…” Ying Zheng calmly replied to Mao Jiao, then glanced at Fusu.

What a stupid child! He can't even start a fire. He should have added less firewood. By stuffing so much firewood in, the air can't circulate, and the fire will only get smaller and smaller.

"Today, the people of the world respect Qin not because of its power, but because Your Majesty is a great ruler, and you have loyal ministers and martyrs gathered in the court. Now, Your Majesty has torn apart your adoptive father by chariots, showing your inhumanity; you have killed your two brothers, showing your unfriendly nature; you have moved your mother to the Chuanyang Palace, showing your unfilial conduct; you have executed those who advised you and displayed their corpses below the palace gates, showing the rule of Jie and Zhou. How can such an inhuman, unfriendly, and unfilial person gain the world? I am not afraid of death, but I fear that after my death, no one will advise Your Majesty anymore... The Qin imperial cause is about to be completed, and now its success or failure depends on Your Majesty alone."

Listening to Mao Jiao berate him, Ying Zheng felt a surge of anger and wished he could replace Fusu and personally start the fire.

But as a monarch capable of unifying the world and skilled in forbearance, Ying Zheng, though displeased, still put on a smile and said, "What you say is true, sir. I have learned a lot. I will personally go to Yongcheng to welcome the Empress Dowager back to the palace."

After saying this, Ying Zheng ordered someone to fish Mao Jiao out of the cauldron, and personally took his clothes to help him change.

Mao Jiao thanked him gratefully, then looked back at the direction of the cauldron with lingering fear. He saw Fu Su still squatting by the fire, expressionless, pulling out a few pieces of firewood. Then, with a wave of his large sleeve, the fire, which he had almost extinguished, suddenly swelled up as if blown by a strong wind.

That moment was definitely not an illusion!

Mao Jiao clutched his chest and coughed twice; he felt like vomiting blood again.

I heard that the eldest son is only two years old, how come he has such great strength? Is he even human... no, I should say that the eldest son of the Great Qin is indeed exceptionally gifted and not human.

Thinking of this, Mao Jiao's interest in Fusu grew. When the enthusiastic Ying Zheng pulled him and Fusu to Yongcheng, Mao Jiao seized the opportunity to bow to Fusu and said, "Thank you for not cooking me, Young Master."

Xie Fusu was spared because Fusu showed mercy. Although he knew how to start a fire, he didn't use a large fire from the beginning. Otherwise, even if Mao Jiao had persuaded the King of Qin, he would probably have become boiled jerky.

"You're welcome. Scientists said that eating your own kind will cause disease, so I don't eat people."

Fusu spoke expressionlessly, then turned and drifted away, leaving Mao Jiao half-dead from fright at those words.

Hahaha! You foolish blue planet, you dare to anger my boss? I'll scare you too!

So now the question is, what exactly is the area of ​​Mao Jiao's psychological trauma?