[Various] The Deposed Crown Prince's Survival Story

Fusu glanced at Lu Sheng and the other two, not angry, but simply smiled slightly, "If you don't believe me, that's fine too. I found this prescription in an ancient book, and after verifying it, I found no problems with it. Originally, I gave it to the three of you as a small token of my respect as your teacher, and also so you could report back to the Emperor. I never expected..."

Are you suggesting we report back to His Majesty? Well… Your Highness, you wouldn't be thinking of using us to poison His Majesty so you can ascend the throne sooner, would you?

Lu Sheng and the other two couldn't help but let their imaginations run wild. It's no wonder they had such thoughts. Not to mention the ancient Shang, Xia, and Zhou dynasties, how many times during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods did sons kill fathers, fathers kill sons, and people kill their wives and children and turn their backs on their relatives for power and position?

As for why His Highness the Crown Prince didn't do that before, it's because he wasn't the Crown Prince then. Even if he killed His Majesty, he might not be able to securely become emperor, so he was unwilling.

It must be said that Lu Sheng and the other two are truly three exceptionally cunning individuals, rarely seen in this world.

Regardless, let's see what his prescription is first. Whether he gives it to us or not is up to him, and whether he presents it to His Majesty is up to him.

Having figured this out, Lu Sheng immediately knelt on the ground, looking extremely apprehensive, and said, "We commoners are ignorant and did not know that such a good remedy existed. We beg Your Highness to grant us the prescription so that we may broaden our horizons."

Seeing that Lu Sheng had turned against them, Hou Sheng and Han Zhong immediately followed suit, saying, "We are ignorant commoners, and we beg Your Highness to grant us a prescription to see, so that we may broaden our horizons."

After Lu Sheng and the other two apologized profusely for a long time, Fu Su gave a soft "hmm", took out a piece of cloth from his sleeve, threw it in front of Lu Sheng, and said casually, "Take a look for yourselves."

Ignoring their impoliteness, Lu Sheng and the other two immediately picked up the cloth from the ground, huddled together, and examined the writing on it.

Looking left and right, right and left, Lu Sheng and the other two could not find the prescription on it, which was as miraculous as Fu Su had said, that it could "prolong life, prevent illness and pain, and allow one to live to be a hundred years old" or anything like that.

As a conman who could fool Qin Shi Huang, Lu Sheng and his two companions were not only highly educated, but also had a deep understanding of medicine and medical theory. As soon as they saw the medicinal materials used in the prescription on Fusu's silk, they knew that the prescription was not a harmful one, but a mild and nourishing one.

If a person takes this prescription for a long time, it may have the effect of conditioning the body and prolonging life, but it is absolutely impossible to achieve the effect described by Fusu.

Lu Sheng and the others couldn't help but turn their attention back to Fusu.

Fusu casually took a sip of tea and asked, "What do you three think?"

"We three will have to go back and study this carefully before we can give His Highness the Crown Prince a result," Lu Sheng said, carefully choosing his words.

"Then take it back and study it. If the study proves that the formula is indeed effective, presenting it to Father Emperor would be a great achievement," Fusu said generously, waving his hand.

Lu Sheng glanced at his two colleagues, and seeing that they had no objections, he carefully put the cloth away and placed it in his sleeve. He then said to Lu Sheng, "His Highness the Crown Prince is very busy. We would like to go back and study this prescription first. Is that alright?"

"Go ahead, go ahead," Fusu said generously again.

Comprehension? Comprehension my foot! It was just an ordinary prescription, nothing special. He asked a medical student on the forum to prepare a tonic for the people of Earth. In the other person's words, it was "health preservation if you're not sick, and if you are sick... you should just go see a doctor." You can't really understand it no matter how much you try to comprehend it.

To expect to achieve the desired effect with just one prescription is practically no different from a fantasy novel.

To truly achieve this effect, it is necessary to combine it with Fusu's occasional "massage".

Fusu provided this prescription merely to give Ying Zheng a reason to accept the fact that he was old but still energetic and vigorous.

As for whether Ying Zheng would think that his cultivation of immortality was effective and become more feudal and superstitious, Fusu didn't care. Everyone has hobbies, and as long as Ying Zheng kept his hobbies within a reasonable range, he could just treat it as him trying to make the old man happy.

Sigh! Being a son on Earth is really not easy. When your father is young and doing great things, you have to protect him. When your father is old and bored, you have to comfort him. I'm having a really tough time.

The boss isn't afraid of death at all; he's clearly afraid of getting old. He's vain and doesn't care about immortality, but he can at least maintain the physique of a young man.

Fusu lamented that being a son was difficult, while Lu Sheng and the other two were also frustrated that being a charlatan was not easy.

Although Ying Zheng wasn't pressing them too hard due to his health, his occasional urging made the three of them quite anxious.

Of course, these three people weren't fools either. They could also see that what Ying Zheng needed was not immortality, but immortality. Especially when facing his increasingly mature son, the aging father would feel deep fear, afraid that his power would be taken away by his son.

"Is this prescription really that effective? But I can't see any effect at all." Lu Sheng frowned, holding the prescription in his hand and looking at it over and over, before speaking.

"Isn't the eldest son a true dragon incarnate? Perhaps this prescription really works, but we are too blind to see it," Hou Sheng said uncertainly.

“Regardless of whether it works or not, I’ve reviewed this prescription. It contains no harmful ingredients and will not harm His Majesty’s health,” said Han Zhong, the most knowledgeable about pharmacology among the three.

"How about this? Since Han Zhong said it won't kill anyone, and His Majesty keeps urging for the elixir of immortality, why don't we first prepare some medicine according to the prescription, find a few people to test it, and after confirming that it won't harm anyone, then present it to His Majesty? Maybe it will be useful?" Hou Sheng took the prescription from Lu Sheng's hand, shook it, and said.

Lu Sheng and Han Zhong both fell into deep thought, frowning and stroking their beards, but they didn't say a word.

Seeing that his two companions remained silent, Hou Sheng spoke up again, saying, "Don't forget why we pledged our allegiance to the Crown Prince. Isn't it because we believe he is the incarnation of a true dragon? Since His Highness speaks so confidently, why don't we believe him this once? It won't kill anyone, after all."

Whether it was because of the person who claimed to be "the incarnation of a true dragon" or because "it won't kill anyone anyway," Lu Sheng and Han Zhong were eventually persuaded by Hou Sheng to begin refining elixirs for Ying Zheng that could prolong life and cure all diseases.

After taking the medicine, Ying Zheng felt that his body was becoming healthier and he seemed to be several years younger. Not only was he more energetic, but even the gray hair on his head and the wrinkles on his face had decreased.

Confidence and youth returned to Ying Zheng, and he was once again the ambitious Qin Shi Huang, determined to make a great achievement.

At a palace gathering one day, Hu Hai looked at Ying Zheng, whose hair was now completely black, and finally couldn't help but say, "Father is getting younger and younger."

Upon hearing Hu Hai's words, Ying Zheng shouted loudly, "Hahaha, of course I am forever young!"

Unlike other sons and ministers who rarely saw Ying Zheng or dared not look directly at his appearance, Hu Hai was one of the few who could accompany the king and stay by Ying Zheng's side for many years. In addition, based on his experience in his previous life, Hu Hai had a very good understanding of Ying Zheng's body.

In his previous life, Ying Zheng was plagued by illnesses, his hair was white, and his face was full of wrinkles due to the losses he suffered in his youth, the intensity of his work as an adult, and the fact that so many children didn't just fall from the sky. But now... holy crap, who is this uncle who looks so strong, healthy, and handsome?

"Did Father Emperor obtain the elixir of immortality?" Hu Hai ran up to Ying Zheng, tilted his head and leaned against him, asking with an innocent look.

Ying Zheng burst into laughter again, then reached out and flicked Hu Hai's nose, whispering with particular delight, "You little rascal, you're so clever! Let me tell you a secret: this is a miraculous medicine presented by Lu Sheng and the others. How is it? Pretty effective, right?"

People are naturally inclined to share, especially when they encounter something wonderful that only they have and no one else has. They are more eager to share their happiness with others.

Of course, you can't tell everyone about elixirs of immortality, but telling your precious son is no problem.

"The effect... is really excellent." Hu Hai said with an inscrutable expression, and then drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Lu Sheng and his companions actually possessed such a miraculous thing. How come they didn't discover it in their past lives? If they had such a thing in their past lives, why did they abandon their comfortable lives and run away? They even implicated their father, the emperor, in the massacre of so many charlatan alchemists, leading later generations to say that their father "burned books and buried scholars alive."

If Lu Sheng and his group hadn't planned to run away, would there have ever been a "burning of books and burying of scholars" in this lifetime?

Hu Hai sat back in his seat, tilted his head and glanced at his elder brother, who sat at the head of the table, a man of refined manners, elegant demeanor, and presentable appearance.

Brother Fusu may have been mentally unstable throughout his life, but he was still quite talented and capable. He wasn't stupid or foolish. Even if someone suggested granting him a fiefdom, he probably wouldn't support it, right?

He is much smarter than his older brother in the previous life, but also much stingier. He has been very protective of his food since childhood. He would even find a chance to separate his father from his other children if they were to spend too much time together. He probably wouldn't be so foolish as to agree to the division of fiefdoms.

Then... Hu Hai did not foresee the final outcome.

A few days later, it was Ying Zheng's forty-fifth birthday. Although it wasn't a double birthday, it was his first birthday after he "rejuvenated." People are in high spirits when they have a happy occasion, so Ying Zheng decided to hold a grand celebration.

On occasions like these, toasts and birthday wishes are always indispensable, and the people who are best at writing these are the doctoral students at the Doctoral Academy. They have won the championship in the birthday wish competition every year.

This year, Minister Zhou Qing prepared another set of exquisite eulogies: "In the past, the Qin territory was only a thousand miles wide. Thanks to Your Majesty's divine wisdom and sagacity, you pacified the land, banished the barbarians, and all under the sun and moon submitted. You established prefectures and counties for the feudal lords, and everyone lived in peace and happiness, free from the calamity of war. This legacy will last for ten thousand generations. No one since ancient times has been able to match Your Majesty's power and virtue."

Upon hearing this, Hu Hai, who was drinking, almost spat out his wine.

Two lifetimes, the same recipe, the same familiar taste. Now it's Chunyu Yue's turn to appear, right?