[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

With the prisoner dead, Fusu returned to the royal carriage and reported the matter to Ying Zheng.

Upon hearing that one prisoner's head had been turned into a giant watermelon and much of his body above the neck was missing, and that another prisoner had been crushed into a meat patty and required a shovel to pick up his body, Ying Zheng couldn't help but complain, "Why didn't they leave any survivors?"

After complaining, Ying Zheng felt a little regretful. Catching criminals was such a dangerous thing. It was already good enough that his own baby could catch the criminals. Why did he have to be so picky?

Perhaps... it's because Su'er's image in her heart has changed from her father's good baby to her father's good baby and all-powerful assistant.

"I didn't want to either." Oblivious to Ying Zheng's thoughts, Fusu, holding his cheek, squatted on the ground, looking distressed, and said, "I had it all planned out, I was only going to hit their feet so they couldn't run away, but who knew... It's all their fault, why did they try to dodge? Wouldn't it have been better if they just obediently let me hit them?"

Hearing Fusu's complaining tone, Meng Yi, who had personally seen the two corpses, wiped away a cold sweat. Good heavens, if he hadn't run away, if he had obediently been hit by you, Young Master, his legs would probably have exploded, right? That would have been worse than death; it would have been better to just die.

"Father, Su'er really didn't mean to. It was their fault. They ran away, and that's why Su'er accidentally dropped it," Fusu said, looking at Ying Zheng with a particularly aggrieved expression.

Meng Yi glanced at Fusu without making a sound and found that he looked sincere and did not seem to be lying. He immediately felt even more cold sweat on his forehead.

Cruelty is not scary; what's scary is being cruel without realizing it, and still thinking of yourself as a cute little princess. Where are your values?

Meng Yi turned his gaze to his wise and mighty emperor...

"Good boy, good boy, Su'er, Father believes in you. It's all their fault. They shouldn't have run away."

Hahaha! As expected, one shouldn't expect His Majesty to have common sense, logic, or a brain in front of his son. Does His Majesty even know how brain-dead and doting on his son?

Meng Yi was speechless and choked with emotion. What a good father! He trusts his eldest son unconditionally and is considerate and thoughtful towards his youngest son, even taking the bullet for him. Your Majesty, can you hear your other sixteen sons crying?

Huh? Why is the young master so quiet today? Usually at this time, shouldn't he rush over, separate the eldest son from His Majesty, and then snuggle up to His Majesty, begging for attention, comforting him, and showering him with kisses?

Since meeting the young master, Meng Yi felt that his skill in using reduplicated words had become profound.

Now that the villains had been killed, the group decided to continue their journey for safety's sake.

This time, Ying Zheng should never have let his two sons leave. Instead, he wanted to protect his two mischievous children like a protective mother hen, hiding them under his armpits.

Of course, the memorial still needs to be revised.

"Su'er, work hard! If you don't understand something, come and ask your father." Ying Zheng patted Fusu's shoulder, then turned to look at her. "Little pig, what's wrong with your father... Little pig? Are you scared out of your wits?"

Belatedly, Ying Zheng finally realized that something seemed amiss with his youngest son.

"Little pig... Little pig... Hai'er, what are you daydreaming about?" Ying Zheng nudged Hu Hai, who was sitting in the corner of the carriage with his legs bent, his arms wrapped around his legs, his chin resting on his knees, his eyes wide open but without any spirit, looking like a delicate and beautiful puppet, and asked anxiously.

"Could he have been scared out of his wits?" Fusu, who was hunched over his desk revising a memorial, leaned closer and waved his hand in front of Huhai. Seeing that he still didn't react, he came to a conclusion, "It seems he really has been scared out of his wits... But no, he's already pretty stupid, how could he have been scared out of his wits?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ying Zheng slapped Fusu on the head and said with a hint of anger, "How can you talk about your own brother like that? Although Hai'er is not very smart, he is not stupid either, he is just a little naive."

Looking at Hu Hai, whose expression remained blank, Ying Zheng stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before saying, "I often hear elders say that children's souls are unstable and easily leave their bodies when frightened. Do you think Hai'er is like that too? Should we find someone to collect his soul?"

Fusu raised his head and glanced at Ying Zheng, his lips twitching. In the end, he decided he couldn't be bothered to talk about science with this kind of person.

"I still think he was scared out of his wits!"

Oh dear! How can a human from Earth be so weak? He gets so scared just from a murder attempt, even though there wasn't even any blood involved. He's far too weak for my brother!

"Father, don't worry, Su'er has a way to deal with him." After saying this, Fusu gave Huhai a malicious smile.

"Wait, won't your method hurt the little pig?" Ying Zheng was really worried about Fusu, this mischievous child.

Fusu did a lot of things, from training his one-year-old sister to swim to teaching his two-year-old brother to climb over walls. He even contributed many exemplary cases to Hu Hai's bear.

Although Fusu always said that everything was fine and he was safe, Ying Zheng didn't believe a word he said.

"Don't worry, it won't happen." Fusu rubbed his hands together vigorously and looked at Ying Zheng with a serious expression. "I'll just touch him, and it will be fine... If Father is worried, you can watch from the side."

"Really? Just touching?" Ying Zheng was still a little unsure. He thought for a moment and added, "Are you sure the 'touching' you're talking about is the 'touching' that is generally accepted by the public?"

"It really was just a touch! A very, very light touch! Father, I'll touch Huhai the same way you usually touch me," Fusu swore, raising his little paw.

Seeing that Ying Zheng wanted to speak again, Fusu added, "Father, don't worry, it's definitely not the kind of touching you do when you touch my buttocks."

"Hehe." Having his secret exposed by the mischievous child, Ying Zheng could only laugh awkwardly twice, then waved his hand to signal Fusu to hurry up and treat Huhai.

Fusu rubbed his palms together again until they turned red before extending his hand to Huhai.

Just a light touch, really just that one touch.

This is what Ying Zheng saw...

In the blink of an eye, Fusu reached out and lightly brushed his palm across Huhai's arm. Huhai, who had been huddled in the corner in a daze, suddenly screamed, jumped up, and threw himself into his own arms, his body trembling. He pointed at Fusu and said, "Waaah, Father, he shocked the little pig."

It's truly amazing! With just that gentle touch, Hu Hai immediately came back to life.

Ying Zheng stared at Fusu in astonishment, his mouth agape for a long time.

He became increasingly convinced of the popular belief that the eldest son was a dragon's son.

"Electrify you? How did I electrify you? With my eyes?" Fu Su blinked, his beautiful big eyes darting around, and with his androgynous and handsome face, he really did look a bit electrifying.

The only regret is that neither Ying Zheng nor Hu Hai were immune to Fusu's tricks.

"Waaaaah... Father... Big brother bullied me!" Hu Hai pouted and couldn't help but burst into tears in Ying Zheng's arms.

His tears weren't entirely because he had been bullied by Fusu, but also because of lingering fear and belated realization.

Although my father did not take me on this trip in my previous life, the assassination attempt caused quite a stir, so I knew about it. I knew that my father was destined to face this calamity—that he would encounter assassins in Bolangsha during this trip.

But I had completely forgotten about it.

This could have been avoided. He could have simply reminded Meng Yi to search the reeds nearby, and that would have prevented it.

Hu Hai was terrified. He could be reborn, and history had already changed. What if Zhang Liang hadn't accidentally hit the secondary carriage like last time, but instead struck his father's carriage?

Even if the carriage hadn't hit Father's carriage, it was still very dangerous when it was running around wildly. If it weren't for my bad older brother stepping in time, what would have happened if the carriage had overturned?

The little pig is a naughty child. He keeps saying he "loves his father," but he has forgotten even such a life-or-death matter for his father.

It's shameful that Father Emperor has always loved and protected Little Pig so much, yet Little Pig is so heartless and ungrateful; Little Pig is not well-behaved at all.

In his agitation, Hu Hai suffered an emotional breakdown due to immense self-blame, and his thoughts became trapped in a vicious cycle.

"Good boy! Little pig, your father loves you the most. If your older brother bullies you, your father will beat him up for you." Ying Zheng patted Hu Hai's back and let out a long sigh of relief.

Ying Zheng was naturally unaware that Hu Hai had so many backstories he hadn't told him. He simply assumed that his son was terrified by what he had just witnessed and had fallen into a trance.

Therefore, Ying Zheng finally felt relieved after seeing that Hu Hai could finally jump, cry, and complain.

It's good to cry it out!

However, normally if Hu Hai complained like this, Fu Su would definitely run over and say, "I'm so wronged, I'm so sad, I'm so heartbroken, I saved my brother, why am I still being scolded?" But why is Fu Su so quiet today?

Holding Hu Hai in his arms, Ying Zheng looked at Fu Su with suspicion as Fu Su, after "touching" Hu Hai, obediently sat down at the long table to review memorials.

No! Something's not right! This Fusu looks too obedient! He looks like he's done something wrong!

You little rascal, where have you been bullying people again? Tell me if you've bullied someone, don't always make me the last to know. Can't I spoil you and tolerate you enough?

Ying Zheng made a whole bunch of random connections, but still couldn't figure out who Fusu might have been bullying recently.

As for Hu Hai's earlier statement about his elder brother "electrocuting him," Ying Zheng replied that this was absolutely impossible. His elder brother wasn't lightning; how could he electrocute someone? Even if folk tales claimed his elder brother was a dragon's son, no one had ever heard of dragons exploding electricity. Aren't dragons only concerned with swallowing clouds, spitting out mist, and bringing rain?

Although there were rudimentary physics lessons in the second century BC, firstly, Qin Shi Huang was not a member of the Mohist school, so no one would teach him physics; secondly, no one understood the two principles of "human static electricity" and "friction electrification".

Although it may be a bit shameless to say this, the eldest son is indeed a handsome young man who can "electrify" everyone.