[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

Because he had used up too much energy, Fusu slept for a whole day.

When he woke up, he found himself no longer in Ying Zheng's study. After a moment of grogginess, he realized that this was actually the room behind the study where Ying Zheng was supposed to rest. However, this room was usually bright and well-lit, but now all the windows were covered with curtains, so that not a single ray of light could get in.

Without the sun or an alarm clock, Fusu couldn't tell what time it was. He could only tell from his rumbling stomach that he must have slept for a long time.

With a somersault, Fusu jumped out of bed and changed into the new clothes that were placed by the bedside. The clothes were slightly oversized, giving him a somewhat ethereal and otherworldly air.

Walking to the dressing mirror in the room, Fusu carefully examined himself in the not-so-clear mirror.

The mountain environment was simple, and Fusu had no way to take care of himself or look in a mirror. Only now did he realize that he looked extremely good after losing weight. In the mirror, his hair was as black as ink, his skin as white as snow, his features were exquisite, and his bright eyes shone like stars. Every gesture, whether laughing, joking, or cursing, exuded an indescribable elegance and nobility.

Fusu suddenly remembered what Hehua had once said—in my opinion, having seen all the beauties in the harem over the past four years, if Brother Fusu loses weight, he will definitely be a great beauty more beautiful than Father and Mother in the future, no, a great beauty more beautiful than Father and Mother combined.

It seems that what He Hua said was quite accurate!

but……

I'm so young and already so good-looking, what will I be like when I grow up? With such good looks and such a good background, how many girls will fall in love with me?

My boss isn't even as good-looking as me, yet he has a harem of three thousand. If I were as beautiful as him, wouldn't I be able to charm half of Xianyang?

What am I going to do if every young girl is crying and begging to marry me?

Fusu, holding his cheeks in his hands, squatted on the ground, looking troubled and conflicted.

As soon as Ying Zheng entered the room, he saw this scene: his own mischievous child was squatting in front of the mirror with his head in his hands, looking distressed and his eyes were empty and painful. He seemed to be lost in thought, so much so that he did not notice Ying Zheng entering the room.

Ahem! He didn't notice the plate in his hand.

"Su'er, what are you doing there? It's time to eat. You've been sleeping all day. Aren't you hungry?" Ying Zheng placed the plate he was holding on the long table and personally poured a small bowl of meat soup for Fusu. While stirring the meat soup with a spoon, he said, "Su'er, if you don't come over, your father will eat all this good food by himself."

After saying that, Ying Zheng scooped out a large spoonful of meat broth and pretended to put it in his mouth.

"No! Father!" Fusu shouted, lunging at Ying Zheng, opening his mouth wide, and mimicking the way a green pepper hunts, letting out a cute "Awoo!"

Seeing the half-eaten wooden spoon that Fusu had bitten into his mouth, Ying Zheng smiled slightly, let go of his hand and said, "I was going to feed you, but seeing that you are in such good spirits, you can eat by yourself now."

"Waaah..." Fusu cried out pitifully, but Ying Zheng ignored him. Looking around, he saw that there wasn't even a palace servant to serve him tea or water, so he could only pout and drink the meat soup in silence.

Meat soup, chicken legs, and roasted lamb chops are all dishes that Fusu likes to eat. The best thing is that there wasn't a single effeminate dish in sight.

"Father is so good!" When Fusu was enjoying his meal, he put down the chicken leg in his hand, hugged Ying Zheng's neck, kissed him on the cheek, and then turned back to continue eating the chicken leg. While eating, he said, "Father, you don't know, when I was on the mountain, I dreamed about eating chicken legs."

Perhaps because of the long separation, Ying Zheng did not, as he had done in the past when Fu Su kissed him so much that he would call for palace servants to wash his face with disgust. Instead, he stroked Fu Su's head with affection and said in a sentimental voice, "My Su'er has suffered."

Upon hearing this, Fusu turned his head curiously to look at Ying Zheng, confirming that the person before him was indeed his father, neither a time traveler nor a reincarnated being, and certainly not someone in disguise. He swallowed the beef pancake in his mouth and said, "Actually, it's not that bitter, it's just that eating is difficult, Father knows... Su'er likes to eat meat, but doesn't know how to cook it, and Su'er can't eat raw meat... But Qingjiao gets to eat big fish and meat every meal... Su'er clearly prepared all that big fish and meat, but Su'er doesn't get to eat any herself, she can only watch Qingjiao eat..."

"Who is Green Pepper?" Ying Zheng asked curiously.

“Green Pepper is such a big… such a big tiger…” Fusu gestured with his little hands to show the size of Green Pepper and complained, “It’s clearly a tiger, but it eats like a pig. It eats so much. I’m so worried about raising it.”

"Tigers?" Ying Zheng's expression faltered slightly, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes. He uttered four words in a barely audible voice, "Accomplices to tigers."

After the meal, just as Fusu was about to call someone to clean up, Ying Zheng immediately said, "Just leave it here, Father will collect it later."

Ying Zheng's words startled Fusu, who glanced at him a few more times. What's wrong with my boss? This isn't right.

"Uh... alright then, Father. I haven't seen Mother for several days, and I'd like to go back to the palace to visit her first." Fusu stepped forward, grabbed Ying Zheng's hand, and said coquettishly, shaking his sleeve.

"Let's wait a few days." Ying Zheng looked at his son, who was smiling innocently, and suppressed his grief. He reached out and pinched Fusu's soft little face, saying calmly, "Look at you... you've become so thin. If you go to see your mother now, won't you just make her feel heartbroken? You should stay here obediently for a few days, gain some weight, and then go see your mother."

If a normal human from Earth heard Ying Zheng's statement, they would only scoff at it with disdain. For a mother, what kind of heartache and sorrow could be greater than the loss of her son at such a young age, dying so tragically, being devoured by tigers, and leaving no trace of his remains?

But Fusu was too young to understand. When he heard Ying Zheng say this, and thought about his own stunningly beautiful face, he felt that his boss was absolutely right.

For the sake of world peace and to prevent the world from being destroyed, I'd better get a little fatter before going out, so that those women won't be crying and begging to marry me.

Fusu thought about it and felt it made more and more sense, so he nodded and replied, "Alright, let's wait until Su'er gets a little fatter before we go out."

Hearing Fusu say this, Ying Zheng finally felt relieved. He patted Fusu's head and said with a smile, "Father still has a lot of official business to attend to. Would you like to come play in the front hall with Father?"

After thinking for a while, Fusu felt there was nothing else to do there, so he nodded and followed Ying Zheng out of the room.

Strangely, there was no one in the front hall either.

Although Ying Zheng's study usually appears to be occupied by only him, this is not actually the case. On the contrary, there are many palace servants in Ying Zheng's palace. These servants usually hide in the darkness using pillars, shadows, and other objects, and are not visible in ordinary times. However, they will only appear if Ying Zheng gives an order or if there is an enemy.

Just like last night, Fusu really put in a lot of effort to sneak into Ying Zheng's study without anyone noticing.

However, the sheer number of black-armored guards outside Ying Zheng's study, along with the hidden guards and palace servants inside, gave Fusu quite a headache.

It's just a headache for a while, and then... and then that's it. Don't ask me how I made them pass out.

But now, there really wasn't a single person in Ying Zheng's study. Oh, no, to be precise, there was no one except himself and Ying Zheng.

Moreover, the doors and windows of the study, which was the same as the one in the palace, were all tightly closed, so that not a single ray of light could get in. The lighting relied entirely on the luminous pearls placed throughout the room.

Ying Zheng took Fusu's hand and led him to a corner of the study. In the corner was a soft couch and a small square table. Beside the couch were a mountain of toys, books, snacks, and water. He said, "Su'er, there is everything here for you to eat, drink, and play with. If you want anything else, tell your father and he will have it prepared for you. You just play quietly by yourself, okay?"

"Okay!" Fusu nodded obediently.

Ying Zheng patted Fusu's head and then sat down to review the memorials.

Fusu rolled over twice on the couch, ate another roasted chicken leg, and felt a little bored and stuffy, so he jumped up from the couch and went to the window to open it.

Upon seeing Fusu's actions, Ying Zheng, who had been watching him out of the corner of his eye ever since Fusu got up from the bed, immediately dropped his pen and shouted, "Su'er, what are you doing?"

Fusu turned around and saw that Ying Zheng had already strode over. He then reached out and held the window, looked down at Fusu and said, "Don't open the window."

"Why? I'm so bored. Su'er wants to see the stars," Fu Su pouted and complained in a spoiled manner.

"Su'er, it's too hot outside. If we open the window, the ice will melt." Ying Zheng reached out, took Fu Su's hand, and led her to an ice basin. He pointed to the ice in the basin and said.

Of course, there was no air conditioning in that era, so even though Ying Zheng was the King of Qin, there was only one way to cool off in the summer: placing ice basins indoors.

Just like using air conditioning, you must close the doors and windows when using an ice basin to ensure the room stays cool.

Therefore, Ying Zheng's reasoning naturally convinced him.

This went on for several days. Fusu began to realize that something was wrong. He felt that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Left with no other choice, Fusu had to go back to the forum and tell netizens about his situation.

Less than 30 seconds later, a netizen replied: "You have food and drink every day, and they will satisfy whatever you want, but they won't let you see anyone, or even step out of the room, or even see the light of day... Um, are you sure you're not playing a dark room imprisonment game?"