[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

Ying Zheng clutched his chest, staring at Fusu in disbelief, his hand trembling as he pointed at the pile of things on the ground that he felt would hurt just looking at them.

Although he didn't quite understand why Ying Zheng's hands were shaking like a Parkinson's patient, Fusu still nodded obediently. At the same time, he thought to himself, "I'll use my energy to give my father a physical examination later, so he won't get dementia at such a young age. I don't want to ascend the throne so soon."

For people born under the "123 Romance Star" sign, using their energy to give others a physical examination or help them improve their physical health is perfectly fine and will not harm their own bodies at all.

The only troublesome thing is that the energy consumption during the transmission process is too great. If you transmit 100 points of energy, at least 95 points of energy will be consumed during the transmission process. These 5 points of energy are only enough to fill a tooth in a person.

Therefore, if you want to completely strengthen a person's body and transform them, in order to replenish energy, Fusu should stop eating chicken legs and start eating elephant legs instead.

A handsome young man is seen gnawing on an elephant leg... The scene is too beautiful to look at.

Fusu shuddered at his own imagination, and then he noticed that his boss was also trembling, first at the corners of his mouth, then his beard, then his face, and finally his whole body.

Huh? It's one thing for me to tremble, but why is Father Emperor trembling too? Could this be the legendary... father and son being telepathically connected, trembling together when they want to?

Ah! Why is Father taking off his clothes? In broad daylight!

Ah! Why is Father taking off his shoes again? In broad daylight!

Fusu nimbly dodged a shoe thrown by Ying Zheng, and looked at Ying Zheng with a wronged expression, saying, "Father, what are you doing?"

Baby is wronged, baby is sad, baby is bitter. Baby doesn't understand why, when baby helps father with chores, father still throws shoes at him and beats him.

Ying Zheng was known to throw things when he was angry, a fact that Fusu knew very well—because Ying Zheng had often thrown things like bamboo slips and incense burners at him when he was angry in the past.

But at that time he never dodged, because with Ying Zheng's accuracy in throwing things, even if he didn't dodge, the flying object would land at least ten feet away and wouldn't hit him at all.

But now, Ying Zheng has actually learned to aim.

Father, you've turned bad. Are you still the same father with bad aim you used to be?

Fusu wiped away non-existent tears from his face with the back of his hand, looked at Ying Zheng pitifully, and cried out in a particularly bitter voice, "Father!"

"I'll beat you to death, you brat!" Ying Zheng said angrily, clutching his chest.

This is infuriating! Have I raised a placenta all these years? No! I'm not even as good as a placenta, at least a placenta can be used to make soup! This is infuriating... infuriating... he made such a big mistake and still tries to act cute... what's most infuriating is that I tolerated his cuteness.

I absolutely cannot bear to do this!

Ying Zheng was about to take off his other shoe when he saw five small figures running towards him, shouting, "Grandfather, don't hit Father!"

Some grabbed his legs, others pulled his arms. One of them, who was a bit slow, rushed over only to find that there were people on both his arms and legs. After circling around Ying Zheng and finding no one to hug, he squatted down in front of Ying Zheng, cupped his cheeks in his hands, and said with a particularly cute and aggrieved expression, "Grandfather, there's nowhere for Wu Bao to hug."

His pitiful little face, which perfectly captured the essence of Fusu's cuteness, almost melted Ying Zheng's heart.

If only Fusu could stay this size forever.

It wasn't just Wu Bao who was being cute; the four other babies who were clinging to Ying Zheng's arms and legs also rushed to be cute when they saw him doing so.

"Grandfather, Father has worked so hard, please don't hit him."

Haha! Did your dad have a hard time playing in the mud?

"Waaah, Grandpa doesn't like Sanbao anymore."

Nonsense! How could I not like Sanbao? If Sanbao, you put my arm down, I would definitely like you even more.

“Grandfather, if you really want to hit someone, hit Da Bao. Da Bao is Dad’s son and also his older brother. He’s a big kid and can take a beating, but Dad can’t.”

Da Bao, your words touched me deeply, but... you said you're a big kid, does that mean your father is a little kid?

"Grandfather, you... Waaaaah..."

Don't cry on my lap, you little brat! You've soaked my pants.

Ying Zheng, who had originally taken off his clothes and was ready to make a big splash, looked at Fusu standing a zhang away from him, and then at the five treasures around him. He knew that with these five treasures blocking his way, he would not be able to beat up the brat today, and he felt extremely frustrated.

It's always someone else's son who's so good to his father. Why is it that other people's sons love their fathers so much, while my own son...

Heart plug!

"Father, don't be angry, Su'er loves you too." After confirming that Ying Zheng was too busy with the five treasures to move, Fu Su walked towards Ying Zheng with a smile and careful steps.

"Hmph!" Ying Zheng angrily turned his head to the side. "You brat, it hurts my eyes to look at you."

It's not that I can't get rid of these four treasures, the key is that I'm soft-hearted and can't bear to part with them. There's no way around it, if you love one bear, you have to love all five of his cubs as well.

Fusu first picked up the five treasures who were squatting and crying, and then waved his hand. The four treasures that were originally holding Ying Zheng's limbs immediately let go of Ying Zheng's hands and stood in twos behind Fusu, in a line.

That proud and arrogant little guy, with his head held high, clearly showed he was well-trained and had done this kind of thing many times before.

"Hmph!" Ying Zheng flicked his sleeve, and Zhao Gao immediately stepped forward and ordered the palace servants to help Ying Zheng change his clothes and put on his shoes.

"Father, what shoes are you wearing? They might get muddy later anyway."

As soon as Fusu spoke, the five treasures immediately nodded in unison, "Anyway, they'll get muddy later."

The child's mention of it reignited Ying Zheng's anger, which had subsided considerably. He pointed at Fusu and said angrily, "If you hadn't brought this up, I would have forgotten why I beat you."

"But why did you hit me, Father? If you don't like it, we can discuss how to change it. It's not nice to hit someone like that." Fusu buried his head in Wubao's neck, feeling wronged. Wubao immediately patted his father's head, as if to comfort him.

He can even forget why he beat someone up. It seems that the boss's father's Alzheimer's disease is quite obvious. I need to hurry up and get the boss's father treated.

"How dare you say that? I trusted you so much, and I asked you to design my palace, and you give me this... this..." Ying Zheng couldn't bring himself to say such a shameful word as "excrement," so he could only point at the muddy ground, his hand trembling with anger.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with it? I think it's great. There are mountains, water, a large courtyard, magnificent scenery, and small bridges and flowing water... I even designed a few things with a Western Regions style. Isn't it great?" Fusu said with a puzzled look.

Ying Zheng felt his heart was about to stop beating. What kind of eyesight did this brat have? He could see "mountains, water, a large courtyard, a magnificent landscape, and a small bridge over a stream" in this pile of yellow mud? And a Western Region style? Are you kidding me? Do you think your father looks like a ghost?

“Father, look at this…” Unaware of Ying Zheng’s strange gaze, Fusu walked up to the pile of yellow mud and pointed excitedly at a long, cylindrical object…

Well, it doesn't just look like it, it looks like a pile of shit.

“I plan to divert water from the lake here and dig an artificial river… like this… In the summer, we can row boats and enjoy the scenery… The scenery along this route is the most beautiful.” Fusu gestured with his hand, then turned to look at Ying Zheng and asked.

"What Wu Bao thought of, what Wu Bao thought of..." Wu Bao added softly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Wu Bao thought of it!" Fu Su glanced at Wu Bao in his arms. His originally fair little face was covered in yellow mud, but Fu Su didn't mind. He gave his son a kiss on the face as a reward.

Ying Zheng twitched his lips. What an unclean child. He can even bite into so much mud. As for me... I have never bitten into someone whose face is covered in ash. It is always me whose face is covered in ash and my father bites me.

Seeing that the idea of ​​the five treasures had won the love of their father, the other four treasures were unhappy. They rushed forward, tugging at Ying Zheng's clothes with their muddy little hands, and chattering to their grandfather about their achievements.

"It was Da Bao's idea to plant willows by the river. Last time, Dad took Da Bao to Ba River to admire the willows. My younger brother, mother, and grandfather didn't go... Those willows were so beautiful... Da Bao thought it would be great if everyone could see them in the palace."

“Grandpa, Grandpa, the pavilion by the river was Sanbao’s idea. What do you think?” Sanbao pointed to something unidentifiable by the “river” and said with a particularly cute and proud expression.

Sanbao, I admit you're the cutest of the five, but what's there to brag about? Your craftsmanship is so bad.

After the five treasures explained it to him, Ying Zheng probably understood that Fusu was not teasing him, but that this pile of yellow mud was really... the shape of his new palace.

Seeing that Ying Zheng's expression wasn't as bad as before, Fusu hugged Wubao and came closer, saying in a wronged tone, "Father, you see... you've misunderstood your Su'er. Shouldn't you try to comfort Su'er?"

"Do you expect me to apologize to you?" Ying Zheng instinctively roared at Fusu. There was no way he would be wrong, not even a window. He was never wrong, and if he were to be wrong, it would only be someone else.

"It's all your fault. You didn't even bother to make it look nice before letting me see it, which made me misunderstand. I think you did it on purpose." As expected of His Majesty the Emperor, he's a master at lying through his teeth and always maintaining the moral high ground.

"Father, what's the point of making a draft? It'll have to be revised anyway." Fusu felt particularly aggrieved. At least he had carefully sculpted this pile of stones, instead of just using a few to create some fancy designs.

"Besides, Su'er thinks... this was done by the six of us together, so of course we should show Father the original appearance."

"Father, don't you like it?" As soon as Fusu finished speaking, the five children immediately turned their heads and stared at Ying Zheng with pleading eyes. Their little faces scrunched up, as if to say, "If Grandfather dares to say he doesn't like it, we'll cry."

"Hehe...I like it..." With five precious children in front of me, how could I not say I like it? I'll save face for you in front of your son. I'll discipline you, you brat, when we're all alone."