[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

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Subject: Friends, I'm trapped in the mountains after an earthquake, what should I do?

Although I'm safe and sound, I can't cook... I'm so hungry, and I don't want to eat those sissy dishes, what should I do?

№0☆☆☆好男儿不吃素于2015-08-1522:29:06留言☆☆☆

Oh, if it's in the mountains, I recommend you eat small animals like xx, xxx, xxx, xx, etc.

Their meat is tender and nutritious; once the head is removed, all other parts can be eaten raw. They are also high in protein, containing twice the amount of protein as beef, yet with only half the fat, making them an excellent food for weight loss.

Most importantly, it has a great texture, crunchy and tastes just like chicken.

Here's a picture of what I ate, click to enlarge!

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№1☆☆☆食物链顶端的男人于2015-08-1522:29:45留言☆☆☆

"Damn it! Who wants to eat live bugs?! Ugh!"

Fusu angrily shut down the forum, leaned against a large rock, and looked around, hoping to find something to eat.

Look to the left, and you'll see omnivorous piglets munching on wild fruits and tender leaves that have fallen from the trees. It's all green, clearly the effeminate vegetable and its companions. Look to the right, and you'll see a tiger named "Green Pepper" by Fusu, which is gnawing on a sika deer. It's incredibly succulent with lots of meat and few bones, but it looks bloody and disgusting.

"Damn it! I can't bring myself to eat raw food! But I can't cook!" Fusu complained, rubbing his tummy with a pained expression.

While many aliens enjoy eating raw meat and drinking blood—some even approaching a small animal from behind without making a sound to capture it, roasting it if they have time, and beheading it raw if they don't—Fusu is not like that. Before, he was merely not picky about food, but now, after being pampered by Ying Zheng for many years, although he is constantly called "brat," his life is exquisite in every way. In winter, someone warms his bed; in summer, someone fans him; he is fed; and his clothes are brought to him. In short, he has been spoiled rotten.

Although he has some self-care abilities, he hasn't learned anything about the highly difficult skill of wilderness survival.

Of course, Fusu could eat wild fruits like a pig, but how could such effeminate food be fit for human consumption? It's clearly for pigs!

“What’s the use of reading so many books? Confucius, Zengzi, Xunzi, none of them are of any use. You still end up starving!” Fusu sighed again. He was full of energy and could survive for a month or two without food, but the feeling of hunger was really unbearable.

As for returning to Xianyang Palace, Fusu said that he would be embarrassed to return to the palace if he didn't catch a rabbit in a day.

Ahem! Getting lost? No way!

"Waaah... It's all Father's fault, you've spoiled me too much... I'm so upset, I'm so sad, I'm so hungry, I want to eat meat..."

The next morning, as the sun rose in the east, its golden rays burst forth and bathed the entire Xianyang Palace in light.

Ying Zheng, who hadn't slept all night, put down his pen, rubbed his temples, and looked extremely unwell.

In this era, the land was vast and sparsely populated, and the epicenter of the earthquake was in the almost uninhabited Shanglin Garden, rather than the densely populated city of Xianyang. Therefore, although the earthquake looked extremely dangerous, the actual number of casualties and property losses were not high, which was nothing to the Qin Dynasty, which possessed enormous wealth.

But for Ying Zheng, what hurt him even more than the Qin state's defeat on the battlefield and the loss of dozens of cities was the disappearance of his eldest son, Fusu.

Upon returning to the camp, Ying Zheng learned that Fusu had secretly run into the mountains alone. He immediately dispatched a large number of troops to search the mountains. For several days, they searched all the mountains within a radius of dozens of miles, but they could not find a trace of Fusu, neither alive nor dead.

“Your Majesty, you haven’t rested for several days. If the eldest son saw that Your Majesty was so distressed because of him, he would surely be uneasy.” Zhao Gao knelt beside Ying Zheng and carefully advised him.

"How can I sleep if I dream of Su'er being cold and hungry, crying and calling out, 'Father, I'm so sad, I'm hungry, I'm cold, I want to eat meat'?" Ying Zheng sighed, and ordered someone to bring up all the official documents for the day, continuing to review them one by one.

As an emperor, one cannot show too much joy or sorrow, much less grieve or be heartbroken over the disappearance of a child in public; but as a father, and the one who disappeared was his most beloved eldest son, how could Ying Zheng not be sad? Yet, this sorrow could not be revealed to anyone.

Now, only endless official duties can make Ying Zheng temporarily forget about Fusu's whereabouts.

With Fusu's whereabouts unknown, the only people heartbroken in Xianyang Palace besides Ying Zheng were Empress Dowager Huayang, Mi Ji, and others.

Here, Mi Ji's palace was already shrouded in gloom. Every palace servant, from top to bottom, wore a sorrowful expression. Mi Ji, in particular, had fainted after learning of Fu Su's disappearance. In the past few days, she had lost her appetite and neglected everything, only shedding tears every day, looking as if she was heartbroken beyond measure.

In just a few days, a beautiful woman had become a living dead.

"Jing'er, don't worry, your great-aunt has already sent people into the mountains to look for Su'er. I believe we'll find out about him soon." Empress Dowager Huayang sat by the couch, looking at Mi Ji, whose face was as pale as paper and who looked haggard, and comforted her, "Su'er is a prince of Qin, and he is naturally protected by the ancestors of Qin. He will surely turn misfortune into good fortune and danger into safety. Besides..."

Empress Dowager Huayang beckoned to Hehua, who was sitting to the side looking bewildered, signaling her to come over. She then picked Hehua up and forcefully placed her in Mi Ji's arms, saying, "Leaving aside the fact that Fusu's whereabouts are unknown, everything still depends on you as his mother. Think about it, what will happen to Hehua if you leave? And think about it, who will be the happiest if you leave?"

The disappearance of Fusu caused genuine grief not only to Ying Zheng and Mi Ji, but also to many others in the palace who were overjoyed. They were so happy that, if the timing hadn't been so inappropriate, they would have loved to celebrate with singing and dancing.

Thanks to Ying Zheng's diligent efforts, in just seven short years, there were already fourteen princes and seven princesses in Xianyang Palace, and behind each of these princes and princesses stood one or a group of people with considerable influence.

There were noble ladies from the six states, high-ranking officials from Qin, newly appointed officials in the court, and elders from aristocratic families.

When Fusu was alive and favored, these people had no chance of rising to power. But as soon as Fusu disappeared, countless lonely hearts began to stir.

Now, besides the people sent by Ying Zheng, there are also many people of unknown identity and mysterious origins searching for Fusu in Shanglin Garden every day.

A few more days passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Ying Zheng, who was sitting on the throne and discussing the matter of sending troops to attack Han with his generals, suddenly saw a palace attendant kneeling outside the palace. Judging from his clothes, he was the person in charge of contacting people outside the palace.

Ying Zheng gave Zhao Gao a look, and Zhao Gao immediately went out of the hall, bent down and hurriedly asked a few questions to the eunuch. Then his face began to turn pale, and sweat began to fall from his forehead.

If he could, Zhao Gao really didn't want to tell Ying Zheng this news.

In the past few days, the Qin army has captured several cities in Han and advanced to places like Taiyang and Langmeng. It seems that the destruction of Han is just around the corner. However, even such joyous news could not bring a smile to Ying Zheng's face, who was worried about the whereabouts of Fusu. Moreover, this matter...

But feeling the intense gaze on his back, Zhao Gao had no choice but to retreat to Ying Zheng's side and whisper in his ear.

"What? They found Fusu's clothes? And there's blood on them! How could this be?"

Ying Zheng felt his vision go black. He braced himself on the long table, trying to keep himself from falling.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Zhao Gao stepped forward to support Ying Zheng and asked with concern.

Ying Zheng leaned forward, supporting his head with one hand and waving the other weakly. "Court adjourned. We can discuss this another day."

Although not everyone in the Qin court was a shrewd strategist, there were few truly foolish people. Looking at Ying Zheng like this, unless there was something extremely important, no one dared to speak up, and they all obeyed and left the court.

After everyone left, the once-full hall became empty, looking rather desolate and deserted.

Ying Zheng remained seated high on his throne, one hand supporting his head, his expression one of great pain.

Zhao Gao remained kneeling at his feet, sweat pouring down his forehead and his clothes soaked through, yet he dared not move an inch, lest he incur Ying Zheng's wrath.

After a long while, Ying Zheng slowly sat up straight, composed himself, and said in his usual cold and calm voice, "Zhao Gao, summon someone forward. I want to question him personally."

The person arrived quickly, bringing with him a tattered and blood-stained baby's clothes.

Ying Zheng recognized it as Fusu's outer garment at a glance.

The outer garments of the Qin princes were all of the standard type, and the clothes and accessories on Fusu's body were carefully selected by Ying Zheng and Mi Ji. They were all treasures from the Qin Palace, so how could Ying Zheng not recognize them?

"Tell me, where did you find this? Did you find any trace of Su'er near the clothing?" Ying Zheng couldn't bring himself to say "corpse," so he changed his words to "whereabouts."

"Your Majesty, no trace of the eldest son has been found nearby. However... an old hunter familiar with the mountains said that there were very fresh tiger footprints and drag marks next to his clothes."

The words of the visitor made Ying Zheng's heart sink to the bottom of an iceberg. Although the words were vague, they also revealed a new meaning.

It is highly likely that Fusu will encounter a tiger in the mountains, and then his lovely, obedient, mischievous, and clever Su'er will be... killed by a tiger.

"I demand to see him alive or dead! You must find the whereabouts of the eldest son, or you will all come back with your heads!" Ying Zheng said, then suddenly pointed at Zhao Gao kneeling beside him, his voice filled with rage, "Zhao Gao, you too! It's all your fault! You bunch of good-for-nothings! You failed to take good care of my Su'er, which is why he went into danger alone in the mountains. If anything happens to Su'er, I will send you all down to accompany him."