[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

Looking at the majestic Xianyang Palace in the night, Fusu, who had been wandering in the mountains for more than a month because he was catching rabbits (and got lost), excitedly hugged the litter of rabbits in his arms and kissed them twice.

Originally, Fusu only wanted to catch two rabbits, but after catching them, he got lost... and became so engrossed in the beauty of the mountains that he lingered there for too long. As time went on, Fusu realized that rabbits really should be kept separate, as their reproductive capacity is too strong.

Wearing only her inner garment, and then using her inner garment to make a small pouch to hold the entire litter of rabbits, which she then hung on her chest, Fusu somewhat regretted her rash act of throwing away her outer garment because it had been accidentally stained with blood.

If I had known I would be wandering around in the mountains for so long, who the hell would have wanted to be a naked little savage without even underwear?

Even if you wear underwear on the outside, you still need to have underwear first.

Fortunately, for aliens, whether or not they wear underwear does not affect their performance. After a few nimble spins and leaps, Fusu slipped into the Xianyang Palace under the cover of night as if no one was there.

The first thing to do upon returning to the palace is, of course, to go back to one's bedchamber for a bath, change clothes, and finally enjoy a delicious meal.

Thinking of the chef in his palace who was skilled at making chicken legs in all sorts of flavors, Fusu took a deep breath and continued walking towards his own palace.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the palace, Fusu suddenly noticed something was amiss: several white banners were hanging above the gate.

Although Fusu had only been on Earth for a short time and didn't have much common sense, he happened to know why white banners were hung on doors.

"Someone died in the palace? Who died? Wait... no... who died and why is a white banner hanging on my door? And only on my door... that's outrageous!"

Fusu pouted, looking somewhat unhappy.

In the palace, only the Empress Dowager, the Queen, and the King of Qin were qualified to have the entire palace, the city, and the country mourn for them after their death. As for others... even the Crown Prince of Qin could only hang white banners and hold funerals in his own palace. If the King of Qin was in a good mood, he would change into plain clothes to express his condolences.

So, which bastard died and now hangs a white banner at my house?

Fusu stormed into his palace, but unfortunately, due to prolonged hunger, he had lost a lot of weight recently and could no longer puff out his cheeks as before, when he was angry, his chubby cheeks would automatically jiggle to help him look better. Otherwise, he would definitely look even angrier.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the main hall, Fusu discovered that the originally dignified, grand, and adorable main hall had been decorated to resemble a mourning hall.

Streamers of translucent white gauze fell from the sky, fluttering gently in the night breeze within the main hall, creating an eerie and terrifying scene.

Through the white veil that kept swaying in front of him, Fusu could clearly see a black nanmu coffin placed in the center of the main hall.

Strangely, the coffin was very short, only about four feet long. Unless the owner of the coffin was a dwarf, it would be impossible to fit an adult inside.

How strange, whose coffin is this? Why is it placed in my palace?

Just as Fusu was about to walk over, he heard the soft voices of two young girls coming from beside the coffin.

"Sister Hehua, Brother Fusu loved chicken drumsticks the most when he was alive. Shall we cook some more chicken drumsticks for him?"

"Hmm... these are all things my brother likes... he likes chicken legs, duck legs, goose legs... he likes anything with meat..."

"This... Brother Fusu asked me for it several times, but I didn't give it to him... Now that Brother Fusu is gone, I'll burn it for you..."

“This… this is my… this was my brother’s favorite outfit… I overheard my father and mother talking… they said my brother died naked, without a single piece of clothing on him…”

Nonsense! Who's naked? Who's not wearing clothes? You're the one who's not wearing clothes! I'm wearing clothes, I'm just not wearing pants!

One can tolerate being alive, but not being able to tolerate being cooked.

Faced with the rumors spread by acquaintances, Fusu angrily lifted the white veil and walked up to Hehua and Baozhu, who were kneeling on the ground playing with "fire" and were having a great time. With a condescending attitude, he pointed at his two younger sisters and loudly scolded them: "You two bad things, you not only burned my clothes, but you also slandered me by saying I wasn't wearing any clothes!"

As Fusu spoke, he angrily tugged at his undergarment, then pulled it towards Hehua and Baozhu, saying as he walked forward, "See that! Clothes, clothes!"

"Ah!" Hehua and Baozhu screamed in unison, hugged each other, stood up and took a few steps back, looking at Fusu with wary expressions.

"Where did this little beggar come from, daring to trespass into Xianyang Palace?" Hehua pointed at Fusu, her little face turning red with anger.

You brat! I'm your brother! The most handsome and adorable brother ever! How dare you call your brother a little beggar!

Fusu was practically driven mad by Hehua. Who was he doing this for? Who was he going up the mountain to catch rabbits, then getting caught in an earthquake, then getting lost... and still insisting on catching rabbits? It's just because Hehua is his own sister!

Screw you!

Instead of the joy of a long-awaited reunion, Fusu was met with a cold shower from his closest friend. He was so angry with Hehua that his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

But then, Baozhu, who was standing next to Hehua and had been pinching her nose, said in a childish voice, "Little beggar! You stink!"

"Hey! You two! If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I'll beat you up!" Fuhe raised her fist in a show of force, which immediately caused the two little chubby little balls in front of her to scream.

"Help! There's a bad guy!"

"Help! A thief has broken into the palace!"

Although Hehua and Baozhu were young, their lung capacity was not small at all. The soprano's tone, accompanied by the little girl's helpless crying, pierced the night sky.

Fusu covered his ears, looking at his two younger sisters who were screaming uncontrollably. He figured that the two of them wouldn't quiet down anytime soon, but he couldn't just knock them out like he would with other people. After hesitating for a long time, he could only leave the little rabbit behind and then, as usual, covered his ears and fled.

Fusu ran out of his palace, intending to complain to Mi Ji, "I'm so tired and upset, my sister is bullying me!" But after looking up at the sky, Fusu hesitated.

At this hour, the kitchen in Mi Ji's palace must have been shut down long ago. Even if it hadn't, it would probably only contain the effeminate dishes that women eat.

I haven't eaten meat for a month, and now that I'm finally home, how can I eat those sissy dishes instead of meat?

After a moment's thought, Fusu turned his gaze to the other side of Xianyang Palace.

At this moment, in Ying Zheng's study.

Beneath two bronze lanterns, each over two feet tall, a dark figure lay sprawled on a long table laden with bamboo slips, soft snores emanating from his nostrils, as if to tell everyone that he was sleeping soundly.

The death of Fusu kept Ying Zheng up at night, and with the war to destroy Han just around the corner, Ying Zheng, as the King of Qin, dared not relax in the slightest.

Despite having a harem of three thousand beauties, Ying Zheng often watched the sunrise and sunset alone in his study. When he was tired, he could only rest for a while on the long table. He didn't even have time to go back to his palace to rest.

Especially recently, every night when Ying Zheng falls asleep, he hears Fusu's familiar voice.

"Father... Father, wake up... please wake up... Su'er is hungry... do you have anything to eat?"

The sounds today seem exceptionally real.

Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes and saw a figure appear under the moonlight. Although it did not resemble Fusu in terms of physique and appearance, the action of rummaging through the hidden compartment of the study for snacks was so familiar.

The third compartment from the left holds top-quality dried beef... the fourth compartment from the middle holds smoked venison... and the seventh compartment from the right always has chilled braised chicken legs...

These were all snacks that Fusu usually liked to eat, and he personally ordered them to be placed there when he was "alive".

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng became somewhat dazed. He looked at the figure stuffing dried meat into his mouth and called out, "Su'er..."

Fusu turned around in response, gave Ying Zheng a bright smile, and said happily, "Father, Su'er is back. Aren't you happy?"

Ying Zheng stared at Fusu for a long time, watching him take a bite of a chicken leg in the left hand and a piece of jerky in the right, then choke on the chicken leg and jerky until his eyes rolled back in his head in a foolish manner. Finally, he couldn't help but bring him a cup of tea. "Su'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Hmm? How is it?" Fusu touched his face, tilted his head to look at Ying Zheng and said, "I haven't looked in a mirror since I came back. Could it be... that I'm not disfigured?"

Seeing his son's familiar expression, movements, and tone of voice, Ying Zheng finally became certain that the ragged man before him was his deceased son. "Su'er...you've lost weight."

Not only did she lose weight, she also became more beautiful.

With her oval eyes, large eyes, and snow-white skin, she was already strikingly beautiful and ethereal at such a young age.

It's just that Fusu is still young. In a couple of years, when he's a bit older, who knows how many girls he'll charm.

Actually, this was largely thanks to Fusu, who, despite lacking self-care abilities, was quite clean and insisted on washing his hair and taking a bath every day—his only regret was that he didn't know how to wash clothes and had no clothes to change into.

Therefore, although she spent a month in the mountains and her clothes were tattered and dirty, her face was still very well maintained.

When bored, Fusu would even peel a few wild fruits to make a face mask.

Upon hearing Ying Zheng mention this, Fusu immediately put down the chicken leg in his hand and said to Ying Zheng with a wronged expression, "I haven't eaten for a month, I was starving, of course I've lost weight."

"Good boy... good boy... don't be wronged anymore..." Ying Zheng reached out and hugged the inexplicably aggrieved Fusu into his arms, gently stroking his back and softly comforting him, "It's good to be home... there's whatever you want to eat at home, my Su'er will never have to go hungry again."

Fusu nodded, nestled obediently in Ying Zheng's arms, ate two chicken legs, and finally drifted off to sleep in Ying Zheng's gentle comfort.

It's so good to be home. Although my little sister is a bit annoying, I have my parents who love me and I can eat big chicken legs.

Looking at Fusu, who was still soundly burping in his sleep, a trace of sadness flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.