[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

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227 BC

It was already night, and the stars and moon shone brightly in the sky. Moonlight fell from the heavens, and Xianyang Palace was quietly bathed in a silvery glow.

This magnificent palace was finally built by the Qin Dynasty after hundreds of years of effort by several generations of rulers, from the time Duke Xiao moved the capital to Xianyang to the time of King Zhaoxiang.

The majestic ancient city, connecting the Wei River and reaching the Southern Mountains, was not only a major transportation hub in Guanzhong, but more importantly, it allowed the Qin kings to take advantage of its strategic position to command the states in the lower reaches of the Yellow River, showcasing their ambition and aspirations.

Now, his master is none other than Qin King Ying Zheng, who will fulfill the wishes of successive Qin kings, conquer the six states and unify the world, adopt the title of "Emperor" composed of the "Huang" of the Three Sovereigns and the "Di" of the Five Emperors, and become the first "Emperor" in world history, and will be revered by later generations as "Ancestor Dragon".

Deep within the thousand-layered palace, a three- or four-year-old boy with delicate features, fair skin, and a face as beautiful as a porcelain doll sat by the window, leaning against it. He looked up at the full moon in the sky, frowned, and muttered to himself, "What good was Qin Shi Huang's power? He didn't have a good son! The Qin Dynasty was finished after the Second Emperor, and then it was criticized by the mainstream media for thousands of years. If it weren't for the fact that modern censors were fans of Qin Shi Huang, and the later trend of exonerating criminals and dethroning saints, things might still be dark today."

The little boy sighed deeply with an expression completely out of character for his age, shifted his body position, turned his head to the other side, and continued to lament his fate.

Logically speaking, it's quite fortunate that someone goes on a trip to celebrate getting into university, accidentally gets into a car accident but survives, and then hears a "god" calling out, saying, "I'll give you another chance. This time, be a good person and start anew." Then, they are transported to this era, and the person they are transported to is the son of a great emperor. Suddenly, they go from an ordinary high school student with nothing to a rich, powerful, wealthy, and powerful second-generation heir.

Although the owner of this body did not have a mother, the boss in the family doted on him and bought him whatever he wanted. His older brother, who was regarded by everyone as the successor to the next boss, was a kind-hearted, considerate, and warm-hearted man despite being half-brother. He was the kind of person who would not be harsh on his younger brother even if he took over the position.

If nothing unexpected happens, my future life should be like this: rich, with land and leisure, walking with a dog on my left hand and a bird in my right, followed by three or five lackeys, walking down the street with great prestige and no one daring to stop me, and rushing up to pretty girls and saying, "Hey girl, give me a smile? You won't? Well, I'll give you one."

but……

Although his history grades weren't particularly good, and he knew that his kind-hearted older brother hadn't successfully ascended the throne and would be tricked by Qin Er Shi and a guy named Zhao Gao decades later...

God, please drop a history book down and give me some hints!

Before the young boy could finish his thought, he heard a pleasant male voice behind him, "Young master, it's late, you should rest now."

Speaking of Zhao Gao, Zhao Gao arrived right away.

The young boy looked at the man standing behind him. What a magnificent man! He had strong features and a tall stature. Although he was only wearing an ordinary gray-blue official robe, he had a dignified air about him. He was the perfect male protagonist in TV dramas, completely different from the despicable eunuch he had seen in movies and TV shows who called a deer a horse.

That makes sense. If Zhao Gao really looked so repulsive and obviously a bad guy, how could the wise and powerful First Emperor have trusted him so much? You have to understand that even before Christ, this world was all about looks. If you were ugly, you didn't even qualify to be an official, let alone a high-ranking official like the Chief of the Imperial Carriage Office.

After thinking about it, it must be that later movies and TV shows were making fun of him. Just like a certain famous corrupt official in the Qing Dynasty, who was clearly a handsome man, but they insisted on casting a middle-aged fat man to play him.

After all, if corrupt officials and treacherous ministers are all portrayed by handsome men based on historical records, which side do you expect the audience to support? How can righteous people survive in this cruel, appearance-obsessed society?

"Young master, if you don't want to rest, how about... having some more snacks?" Zhao Gao looked at the little boy's ever-changing expression, thought for a moment, and then asked cautiously.

"Snacks?" The little boy snorted, his voice slightly disdainful.

Are the pastries from this era even fit for human consumption? I've eaten bad pastries before, but I've never eaten anything this bad! In an era when even the technology for leavening dough didn't exist, and they couldn't even make steamed buns, the pastries they made were all unleavened flatbreads—neither fragrant nor soft, and they were even tough to chew. Eating them was a real pain.

"Eat!" The little boy nodded emphatically, speaking loudly like a real three-year-old.

You need to eat your fill to have the energy to be upset. Mom says good children shouldn't be picky eaters.

Seeing that his young master wanted some snacks, Zhao Gao immediately ordered people to serve tea, fan him, and bring out snacks, which took a long time.

"Hmm...not bad." The little boy nodded, satisfied in the chair...sorry, there were no chairs in this era, so the little boy could only pout and kneel cross-legged on the ground.

When I grow up a bit more, I must invent a chair, otherwise I'll end up with bowlegs, which won't be nice.

But we'll talk about that later. What was I thinking about? Zhao Gao... That's right, it's Zhao Gao. This guy will collude with Qin Er Shi in the future, kill all of Qin Shi Huang's sons, and then Qin will be destroyed, and all the Ying clan members will be wiped out by Xiang Yu.

In other words, even if he pretends to be harmless and tries to win over the Second Emperor now, and manages to cling to the Second Emperor's coattails and survive, he still cannot escape the fate of burning down Xianyang Palace three years later.

No way! Even if it's not for the sake of the Qin Dynasty, but just for myself, who finally managed to be born into the family of a powerful second generation, I can't let that Second Emperor ascend the throne. If I'm going to support someone, it has to be that guy Fusu.

She's a good person, gentle, soft-hearted, and most importantly, easy to fool.

Assisting Fusu is quite easy. Just lend a hand when he disagrees with the boss... or at the very least, take the initiative during the boss's last eastern tour and call Fusu back from the Great Wall in time.

As the eldest son, and with Meng Tian's 500,000 troops at his disposal, as long as he can anticipate the enemy's moves, Fusu should not be foolish enough to commit suicide again, and there will be no need for a second emperor.

As for the peasant uprising at the end of the Qin Dynasty, one can only say that Qin Shi Huang was too kind-hearted, or perhaps his ego was inflated. He captured the nobles of the six states but did not exterminate them. Instead, he supported them and made them live in luxury. As a result... tsk tsk tsk... he inadvertently became a negative example for later monarchs.

The little boy took a big bite of the pastry in his hand. After sorting everything out, the problem now arose—

My eldest brother is named Fusu, and I am named Huhai. I am the eighteenth son and three years old this year. Excluding the two of us, Qin Shi Huang had at least sixteen sons. So... can anyone tell me, among so many brothers, which one will become the future Qin Er Shi in history?

The young boy, Hu Hai, the newly born eighteenth son of the First Emperor, frowned and thought to himself.

It's not that he doesn't study hard enough, but rather, as a science student, why would he bother learning history? He only knows about Zhao Gao, Qin Er Shi, and the story of calling a deer a horse from TV dramas and elementary school idiom dictionaries, where it's basically just "Qin Er Shi," who would be so bored as to pay attention to his name? Like Zhao Gao…

Hu Hai glanced at Zhao Gao standing beside him out of the corner of his eye. He was indeed a eunuch, but why hadn't anyone told him that in ancient times, eunuchs simply referred to officials who served the emperor, not specifically eunuchs, and that castration was not required.

Zhao Gao was not a eunuch at all; his daughter was already old enough to run errands. He just traveled through time, and people's entire worldview has been overturned.

Although Zhao Gao was not a eunuch, his cleverness, shrewdness, and flattery remained unchanged. Seeing Hu Hai looking at him, he immediately went up to him and said in a very obsequious manner, "Would the young master like another bowl of egg custard?"

"Egg custard?" Hu Hai turned his head completely, frowning as he looked at Zhao Gao. Zhao Gao's face was beaming with a smile, a smile that, while ingratiating, wasn't offensive; rather, it felt comforting and reassuring. No wonder the First Emperor trusted him so much, even to the point of entrusting him with the care of his son. Hu Hai angrily retorted, "Egg custard, egg custard, egg custard! All you know is egg custard! Do you think I'm a glutton? All you do is urge me to eat, eat, eat! Let me tell you, I'm studying very serious life questions, and when I'm studying problems, a bowl of egg custard is definitely not the solution!"

As Hu Hai spoke, he puffed out his cheeks and angrily slapped his hand on the table. His fair and delicate hand struck the fine golden nanmu wood table without making a sound, but it still startled Zhao Gao. He wondered what kind of stubborn temper this little darling of the king was throwing this time.

Zhao Gao, looking at Hu Hai whose face was flushed red and who looked angry, cautiously held up two fingers and said, "How about two bowls?"

Who the hell is this person? Do they really think I'm just a foodie? I'm thinking about serious matters, matters that concern my life and property for the rest of my life. How can I stop thinking just to eat a bowl, no, two bowls of steamed egg custard?

Thinking of his life and property safety for the rest of his life, Hu Hai's expression grew even more gloomy. His chest heaved violently, and his small mouth pursed high as he said angrily, "Hmph! Mencius said, 'Wealth and honor cannot corrupt him, poverty and hardship cannot sway him, and power and force cannot subdue him. This is what is meant by great virtue.'"