[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

“Because…” Fusu scratched his head, tilted his head and said with an adorable expression, “Because Mao Jiao persuaded Father?”

Speaking of Mao Jiao, if he hadn't run so fast, even if Fusu had scaled the wall to get out, he would have been sacked and beaten black and blue.

Because of the saying "The Twenty-Eight Mansions, upon landing, become upright people," Fusu, thinking he had discovered a planet with newly discovered intelligent life, excitedly posted a thread about it, and then... you can imagine what happened to that post.

First came a large wave of aliens who were "born with the sun," "born with the moon," and "born with the Big Dipper." Then came a large wave of genetically modified humans who were "born with jade," "have hands that cannot be opened," "have double pupils in their eyes," and "have horns on their foreheads." Finally, even monsters born from "dragon seeds," "immortal herbs," "stones," and "jade tablets" arrived.

What happened to the rule that spirits couldn't exist after the founding of the People's Republic of China?

That post has now become the forum's crown jewel, with people bumping it up every now and then. "Hahahaha! The poster is so innocently adorable! Hahahaha! I finally know why the poster's dad wrote that imperial edict before he died? The poster is so cute! I wouldn't be able to bear to part with such a cute son!"

You bunch of big bad guys! What did my boss write before he died?! Tell me what you're going to say and then run away halfway through your sentences, are you going to die?!

Fusu stared at the towering posts on the forum, his cheeks tucked in his hands, sulking for days. Almost all of his forum friends knew him—no, they knew Fusu. But what was infuriating was that even though they knew Fusu, they refused to tell him anything about him.

Bastards! A bunch of bastards!

Okay! I won't say anything, and I haven't told the poster on the forum who asked for help saying, "My baby's due date is in January, and I'm asking for name suggestions from forum experts. My husband's surname is Ying." I wonder what will happen to her in the future.

If the speed exceeds the speed of light, time will begin to flow backward; and at that time, multiple parallel universes will be created. These parallel universes are independent of each other, meaning that whatever an observer does in a parallel universe will not affect the history of the main universe or the universes in which other observers reside.

In other words, the entire planet Earth will become Fusu's playground.

Amusement parks are more fun when you're in exploration mode, what's so fun about omniscience mode?

Most importantly, why should I have to go through all that trouble exploring and getting nothing but bumps and bruises, while others can just play with a guide?

Because of this mentality, few people will tell their predecessors about their history on forums.

But that's just idle talk; we can bring it up another time.

“But Su’er doesn’t understand, why did Father agree to Mao Jiao’s opinion when he clearly didn’t like it? If it were Su’er…”

"How about replacing her with Su'er?"

"If it were Su'er, she would have already boiled him into meat soup, and then one person, one cup of soup." Fu Su said angrily, and when she said "one person, one cup of soup", she pointed to the empty space in front of her with her chubby little finger, as if there were really several cups of meat soup there.

Big fat people are generally disliked, but little fat people are often like walking photo editing apps, so Ying Zheng laughed at his childish actions, "Hahaha! Su'er is such a cute silly child!"

“Father! My child is my child! Why do you have to add the word ‘silly’?” Fusu threw himself into Ying Zheng’s arms, squirming and rolling around in a spoiled manner.

After being bumped and rolled around by the little dumpling, Ying Zheng felt like he was going to throw up the midnight snack he had just eaten. Helpless, he could only reach out and hug Fusu to comfort him, saying, "Alright, alright! I'm not silly, I'm not silly! Su'er, get up quickly, your father has something important to tell you."

"I won't get up! I won't get up!" Fusu snuggled into Ying Zheng's arms, found a comfortable position to lie down, and waved his little hand at Ying Zheng, saying, "Father, please say what you want to say. Su'er is listening."

Looking at Fusu's imperious manner, Ying Zheng didn't know whether to be angry or praise Fusu for imitating him so well. So he said with a wry smile, "Su'er, do you know what 'profit' is?"

To be honest, considering that the other party was a two-year-old child, Ying Zheng had already begun to think about how he should explain to his adorable son in language that the child could understand after the son shook his head and said "I don't know".

"Su'er knows!"

Fusu easily defeated Ying Zheng's half-finished draft with a single sentence.

"You know?" Ying Zheng looked at Fusu with slight surprise and said, "If you know, tell your father."

“Isn’t ‘benefit’ just a benefit?” Fusu gestured with his chubby little hand in the air. “Like last time, when Father asked me to change into that red dress for Father, I initially refused; but when Father said that there would be my favorite braised pork knuckle for lunch, I agreed. Isn’t that ‘benefit’ the braised pork knuckle?”

Ying Zheng then realized that what Fusu had been gesturing in the air was actually an elbow.

"What a little glutton!" Ying Zheng said with a smile.

“But Father… Su’er didn’t see any benefit in this matter. What benefit did you gain?” Fu Su withdrew his hand, scratched his head, and frowned as he pondered, “Su’er only saw that you were scolded by him, and he scolded you so badly that it broke Su’er’s heart.”

"Hahaha! You're actually feeling sorry for your father now?" Ying Zheng asked.

"Of course I feel sorry for my father! Without my father, there would be no Su'er!" Fusu said in a childish voice. "If my father hadn't saved Su'er, Su'er might have been killed by that big bad guy Lao Ai long ago."

Hearing Fusu's childlike, flattering lines, Ying Zheng was delighted. He reached out and poked Fusu's chubby cheeks again, until Fusu was almost crying with grievance, before finally speaking, "Su'er, do you still remember what Mao Jiao said as his first words after he came in?"

After Ying Zheng's adorable son once again said "I don't know," he looked at him with pleading eyes, and then Ying Zheng gave the correct answer, finally receiving a look of "admiration from his son."

however……

“I know! I just don’t know if Father meant ‘There are twenty-eight constellations in the sky, and those who are born on earth are righteous people’ or ‘Your Majesty, I have something else to say’.”

As Ying Zheng watched Fusu casually recount Mao Jiao's words from that day, his expression changed completely.

What's wrong with this son? He's so good at math at such a young age, eats more than I do in one meal, is stronger than the average child, and is fatter than the average child... No, he's blessed, he has such a good memory, he can recite things from just a few days ago word for word at such a young age.

Mi Ji, I didn't know what kind of temper you had, that you gave me such a monstrous son!

But I am very satisfied; my son must be just as perfect.

“Su’er is right, but what your father wants to say is, ‘Does Your Majesty not consider the affairs of the world today?’” Ying Zheng said, gently stroking Fusu’s head.

“But that wasn’t the first sentence, it was more than the eleventh sentence.” Fusu pouted and retorted.

It's not that I'm not smart enough to remember, it's that the rules you set are wrong.

"That's not the point!" Ying Zheng waved his sleeve and said indifferently. Seeing that Fusu still wanted to speak, he casually grabbed a few more pieces of dried meat and stuffed them into his mouth.

Shut up and eat your meat!

Fusu silently shut his mouth and ate his meat. Ying Zheng then spoke up, saying, "The reason why Father tolerates Mao Jiao and your grandmother is not for anyone else, but for the benefit of the Qin state."

"The benefits of Qin? What are the benefits of Qin?" Fusu asked, chewing on a mouthful of dried meat.

For objective questions, Fusu could answer them sharply as long as he had seen them before; but subjective questions were different, as they were limited by his limited perspective, and he simply couldn't answer them.

"The advantage of Qin is..." Ying Zheng picked up Fusu, who was nestled in his arms, and carried him to the huge seven-nation screen map. "In the past, our ancestors of Qin grazed horses for the Zhou emperor here. Later..." Ying Zheng's finger traced the map, drawing a winding route eastward all the way to Yongcheng. "Although this eastward route looks short on the map, it was completed by more than 30 generations of Qin kings over more than 600 years."

"Then, during the reign of Duke Xiao, the capital was moved to Xianyang... First, there was the reform of Shang Yang, which laid the foundation for the hegemony of the Qin state; then King Huiwen unified Ba and Shu, making Qin the largest country in the world; finally, King Zhao destroyed Zhao at Changping, which established the unification of the world."

"Therefore... the advantage for Qin lies in eastward expansion!" Ying Zheng's finger slid towards the direction of Qi. "Eastward expansion! Unceasing eastward expansion! To bring the entire world into the territory of Qin."

"So..." Fusu cupped his cheeks in his hands, tilted his head, and looked at Ying Zheng with starry eyes, "So Father was able to tolerate Mao Jiao's words? And bring Grandmother back? Was it because of what Mao Jiao said about being unrighteous, unjust, and unfilial? Father was afraid it would affect Qin's eastward expansion?"

"That's right! My son is so smart!" Ying Zheng hugged Fusu's chubby face and kissed him again.

"Being a king must be really tough. You can't even kill someone if you want to. I thought being a king meant you could do whatever you wanted. It's so boring," Fusu sighed, lazily leaning on Ying Zheng's shoulder.

“If you act like that… you can only be a tyrant! A king bears the heavy responsibility of the world, and every move he makes has far-reaching consequences. Therefore, the greatest taboo for a king is to act based on his own preferences. If that happens… it will be a harbinger of chaos in the world.” Ying Zheng, holding the sullen-faced Fusu, sat back on the throne and spoke again: “Actually, this is not so bad. It’s just a little injustice and supporting one more person. For the benefit of Qin, a king is willing to sacrifice anything, including himself.”

"Father..." Fusu, who had been resting on Ying Zheng's shoulder, raised his head and looked at Ying Zheng with his big, bright eyes, asking in confusion, "Didn't you just say that a king bears the heavy responsibility of the world? Why can he sacrifice himself now?"

“Fool! Without a country, where is the king? A king without a country is not worthy of the title of ‘king’! A country is eternal and unchanging, but kings are endless!” Ying Zheng looked at Fusu meaningfully. “Su’er, you must remember, although your mother is from Chu, you are a prince of Qin! In your heart, the interests of Qin are the most important, and everything else… is external. Do you understand?”

“Su’er understands! Su’er is a prince of Qin, and naturally, I will prioritize the interests of Qin. Nothing else matters.” Fusu nodded and said earnestly.

"That's good." Ying Zheng patted Fusu's head and said with a smile.

The Chu woman has controlled the Qin harem for far too long. We can't let her son also side with Chu. Otherwise... no matter how clever we are, we'll have to give up on him with a heavy heart.