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"Thank you for your concern, brother!" Ying An guessed almost instantly that Fusu was probably worried that he had resentment towards Ying Zheng. Although he did not dare to point fingers at Ying Zheng's decision, as an older brother, he wanted to compensate him on his own.

It has to be admitted that Fusu's identity, status and the support behind him are all unique.

Aside from Ying An, Ying Zheng, Meng Tian, ​​and a very few others, everyone else had probably already determined that the future heir to the throne of Qin would be only Fusu!

"So Andi agreed?" Fusu immediately breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

Ying An shook his head and said, "Although I'm gradually recovering, I still can't stand the work of paperwork. I think my father didn't assign me any tasks just to let me recuperate. So, I'll be wasting my time, brother!"

To everyone else, Ying An's words were a completely false excuse. But Fusu didn't even have a doubt. He nodded in agreement and said, "I was inconsiderate! Then, An-di, take good care of yourself. Once you've fully recovered, I'll make arrangements for you. I hope you won't be disgusted by that!"

"Brother, you mean well. How could I dislike it?" Ying An said with a smile.

Just as the two of them were gradually beginning to act like brothers.

A loud voice came from outside the carriage.

"Meng Tian, ​​the commander of the Golden Fire Cavalry, requests an audience with Master Ying An!"

"Meng Tian?" Fusu's brows suddenly raised.

Although Fusu was indeed kind-hearted, he was not without any political vision. Even his supporters had reminded Fusu long ago that the Meng family was a force he must win over.

But what is strange is that Meng Tian, ​​who had responded to his solicitation before, suddenly changed his attitude not long ago.

Just before hearing the voice of Meng Tian visiting Ying An, Fusu had thought that the reason why Meng Tian did not agree to his enticement was entirely because the Meng family did not want to be involved in the struggle for the next generation of Qin King.

But now it seems that this may not be the case. He was able to visit Ying An so openly while a large group of people were heading to Yongcheng, without caring about the outside world's views.

But before, he treated me with a cautious attitude.

From this alone, Fusu concluded that Meng Tian and the Meng family he represented had probably rejected him, choosing instead Ying An, a frail and previously penniless young man!

In my mind, I don’t know how many thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant.

But Fusu didn't show it at all.

He nodded slightly to Ying An and said, "Since General Meng has come specially to visit Brother An, I will not disturb you for now!! I hope that Brother An will come to visit me when he has time in the future! After all, you and I are blood brothers. No matter what the reason, we should not become estranged!"

"Brother is right!" Ying An agreed without hesitation.

The moment the curtain of the carriage was lifted, Meng Tian discovered that Fusu was actually in Ying An's carriage.

At that moment, Meng Tian felt a little embarrassed. After all, Fusu Meng Tian had once believed that after Ying Zheng, the throne of the Qin Dynasty would belong to Fusu. Naturally, he did not refuse Fusu's wooing.

But at Wusui Pass, Meng Tian finally realized that the successor Ying Zheng truly preferred was not Fusu, but Ying An, a previously unknown prince.

Although after this, Meng Tian decisively chose to reject Fusu's solicitation, and instead began to express goodwill to Ying An, and even approached Ying An openly.

But at this moment, being confronted by Fusu in person still made Meng Tian feel a little awkward and embarrassed. After all, before this, even if Meng Tian did not directly agree, he had already stood in Fusu's camp.

"General Meng!" Fusu smiled, as if he didn't care at all that Meng Tian had decisively rejected his attempt to win him over.

"Greetings, Prince Fusu!" Meng Tian sighed softly in his heart.

As for Fusu, a sincere gentleman, if he was not a prince of the Qin Dynasty, Meng Tian would actually be very willing to make friends with such a person.

Unfortunately, as a prince of the Qin Dynasty, he was considered by many to be the only candidate to inherit the throne of the Qin Dynasty. It is unknown what will happen to Fusu when Ying An ascends the throne.

Fusu nodded slightly to Meng Tian, ​​then quickly left and headed straight for his carriage.

Ying An looked at Meng Tian with a smile and said, "General Meng, how about we get in the car and talk?"

"Sorry to bother you, sir!" Meng Tian clasped his fists and followed Ying An into the carriage.

Inside the carriage.

Ying An and Meng Tian sat opposite each other.

"I don't know why General Meng came to see me so anxiously. But what's the matter?"

"Young Master!" Meng Tian hesitated for a moment, then spoke decisively, "This trip to Yongcheng is fraught with danger. I urge you to be extra careful. For your safety, I hope you will accept the protection of my Golden Fire Cavalry!"

Although the Golden Fire Cavalry were indeed considered the elite of the Qin Dynasty, their numbers were actually small. After all, the Qin Dynasty would not invest too much in an unknown army without many achievements.

To some extent, the current Golden Fire Cavalry is more like an experimental army.

His eyes flashed slightly, and Ying An sighed in his heart. He was afraid that it was already a tacit understanding among all the people in the Qin Dynasty that Ying Zheng would go to Yongcheng to worship his ancestors and get rid of the hidden danger of Lao Ai by the way.

Even Lao Ai probably knew this.

In Ying An's opinion, the reason for this situation was probably that Ying Zheng did it intentionally.

Because of Ying An's intimidation, Lü Buwei's retreat was actually full of doubts in the eyes of many people. This also resulted in the fact that although Ying Zheng was in power, he had not established a true authority that no one dared to disobey.

The majesty of an emperor requires blood.

And Lao Ai was the chicken chosen by Ying Zheng to be killed to scare the monkeys.

Deliberately making things worse would also give Lao Ai an opportunity to resist. Otherwise, what reason would he use to take down those court officials who were unacceptable to Ying Zheng but whom he could not find a reason to deal with?

If Lao Ai dared to rebel, everything would be easy.

On the contrary, if it was a minister that Ying Zheng could not trust, or a position where he needed to place his own people, Ying Zheng could arrest them all on the charge of suspected interference in Lao Ai's rebellion.

Yongzheng's ancestor worship had become an open conspiracy against Lao Ai and the entire Qin court.

This was the trigger for Ying Zheng's purge of the court!!

It is not surprising that the Meng family, which has become an important military family in the Qin court, can see through this.

However, the Meng family never interfered in the court. Whether it was during the time of Lu Buwei or now, the Meng family has always behaved like an impeccable and loyal minister.

Although such a minister could never reach the level of Lü Buwei, he would not suffer a catastrophic disaster either.

Giving Meng Tian a meaningful look, Ying An nodded and said, "Thank you, General. However, the Golden Fire Cavalry under General Meng's command are the elite troops of our Great Qin. How can such elite troops be wasted on protecting a mere idle young man of mine? Since General Meng feels that there is danger this time, why not protect my father first? After all, my father is the foundation of our Great Qin. Isn't he?"

Meng Tian looked at Ying An suspiciously, not knowing whether Ying An understood what he meant.

But he could never refute Ying An's words.

"Young Master is right. As long as the Golden Fire Cavalry under my Meng family is still alive, neither the king nor you will be in any danger." Meng Tian said righteously.

"General Meng, there's no need to be so." Ying An waved his hand and said, "Neither my father nor I will doubt the Meng family's loyalty to the Qin Dynasty! The Meng family is the pillar of the Qin Dynasty. General, you will need to give me more advice in the future!"

Meng Tian felt relieved instantly.

Ying An's words clearly expressed a goodwill response to the Meng family's surrender.

However, Meng Tian also knew that even if he guessed that the king favored Prince Ying An, Ying An could only represent the future. The current King of Qin was the one he should truly be loyal to.

"You've been traveling so long, my lord, please take a rest. I won't bother you any more!" Meng Tian saluted. After bidding farewell to Ying An, he left the carriage.

In the carriage, Ying An thought about Fusu's fleeting expression when he saw Meng Tian visiting him, and his words. He couldn't help but feel a little curious.

With so many supporters under Fusu's command, it was impossible for him not to guess that Meng Tian and the Meng family behind him had already chosen him. So, as the recognized crown prince, how should Fusu decide?

Chapter 125: When one is angry, all the princes are afraid; when the world is at peace, it is at peace!

In fact, Ying An doesn't care much about this struggle for power.

After all, with his current strength, it might be an exaggeration to say he could conquer the world. But the world was so vast that apart from powerful nations like Chu, Qin, and Zhao, which could mobilize millions of soldiers and exert their full national strength, their military might could only exert some restraint on Ying An.

It seemed that Ying An no longer had any rivals.

Even if it was a powerful nation that could muster millions of soldiers, if Ying An did not use the Spiritual Dao method, but instead used the powerful force of the Qi, Blood and Human Immortal Martial Dao to respond, no matter how many soldiers and generals there were, they would not be able to stop Ying An.

With such power in hand, Ying An no longer has any need to worry about human power.

But no matter what, Fusu was once one of the only two people in the Xianyang Palace, besides Ying Zheng, who was kind to his predecessor.

No matter what, Ying An would not rashly target Fusu. As for the forces under Fusu, it was naturally different.

Yongcheng is only more than a hundred miles away from Xianyang, and at most it is less than a hundred kilometers away.

Although the convoy stopped for a while, it finally arrived at Yongcheng smoothly near dusk.

As the former capital of the Qin Dynasty, Yongcheng was not as extravagantly built as Xianyang. However, as a royal capital, it was still well-equipped with various functional buildings.

After the huge army was stationed in Yongcheng, as the King of Qin, Ying Zheng naturally had to meet the Queen Mother Zhao Ji in person.

Even Ying An and Fusu could not escape from paying their respects to Zhao Ji.

The lights in the Yongcheng Palace were already on.

Ying An and Fusu were standing outside Ying Zheng's bedroom waiting.

Before Ying Zheng could even come out of his bedroom.

A burst of noisy footsteps quickly approached from afar. In a short time, the chaotic sound of footsteps and the crisp sound of weapons clashing had completely surrounded the entire palace.

"This is..." Fusu's eyes narrowed, and a hint of panic flashed in his pupils.

"Brother And!" Fusu said solemnly, "Hurry up and inform father. Be careful of a trap in Yongcheng!"

While instructing Ying An, Fusu himself nervously drew out the long sword at his side.

During the Warring States Period, swords and jade were essential accessories for the princes of various countries.

Even when Ying Zheng became the First Emperor in the future, he would wear the Tianwen Sword that he had snatched from the State of Chu.

As the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, Fusu always held himself to the standards of a Confucian gentleman, and naturally, a sword was indispensable among his personal belongings.

Confucianism of this era, as one of the two major schools of thought, is quite powerful.

Fusu, who held himself to Confucian standards, naturally also learned Confucian Qigong and swordsmanship. Although he was indeed poor in actual combat, it was undeniable that ordinary warriors might not be able to defeat Fusu in a short time.

This is also the reason why Fusu had the courage to stop Ying An and let Ying An inform Ying Zheng.

"Two young masters!" As the bedroom door opened, Gai Nie, holding a refined long sword in his hand, strode up to Ying An and Fusu.

"The King has ordered that the two young masters please temporarily withdraw from the palace until everything calms down!!"

"What on earth is going on? Could it be..." Fusu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Gai Nie, but a serious expression remained on his face. He asked, "Could it be that the Marquis of Changxin really...really wants to harm the king?"

Gai Nie nodded with a complicated expression and said, "Don't worry, my lord. The king has already given instructions."

Fusu nodded and said, "Thank you for everything, Mr. Gai Nie. Fusu will go and see the king first!"

The moment he finished speaking, Fusu retracted his sword and prepared to enter the bedroom.

But Ying An, who was standing with Fusu, had no intention of acting with Fusu at this moment.

Instead, he just stood there calmly, as if waiting for Lao Ai's army to rush in.

Gai Nie was well aware of the terrifying power of Ying An. It was no exaggeration to say that even the combined forces and retainers that Lao Ai could muster within Yongcheng might not be a match for Ying An.

After hesitating for a moment, seeing that Ying An had no intention of avoiding the attack, Gai Nie could only remind him: "Young Master Ying An, please be careful!"

"Thank you for the reminder, sir!" Ying An stood with his hands behind his back, looking from afar at the soldiers gathering outside the gate.

Lao Ai was clearly getting impatient. After all, the Qin army had just arrived at Yongcheng and was exhausted from the journey. If he waited until the next day, when the sky was bright, he could give the Qin army a night's rest.

With Lao Ai's limited strength, there is only one outcome for rebellion.

Seeing that Lao Ai's retainers were already ready to go, Ying An glanced back at the direction of Ying Zheng's bedroom, then strode towards the door.

With Ying An's current strength, he no longer needs to hide his strength.

Since Meng Tian was able to make up his mind and choose to surrender to him, then it was time for him to show his strength and give his subordinates enough confidence.

Although in the court, so-called strength and ordinary martial arts methods were of no concern. After all, even Gai Nie, the future Sword Saint, would be seriously injured if he faced 300 Qin cavalrymen alone.

With an army of hundreds of thousands, even the various schools of thought would not dare to offend a country.

The future farm family boasted a hundred thousand disciples, but under the will of the Great Qin, they could only cower obediently.

It can be seen that in this world, no matter how exciting the martial arts world is, it cannot affect the overall situation in the court.

But today, Ying An will teach everyone a lesson.

A handsome but sinister man with a strong temperament, holding the long sword at his waist with one hand, walked towards the gate of the palace where Ying Zheng was staying, surrounded by hundreds of guests behind him.

"Your Majesty, I, Lao Ai, the Marquis of Changxin, seek an audience with the King!"

"Requesting an audience?" Ying An sized Lao Ai up and said, "Lao Ai, you stationed troops in Yongcheng and surrounded the king. Now you're being so aggressive. Are you planning a rebellion?"

Lao Ai looked at Ying An suspiciously, then looked at the retainer beside him.

After these guests looked at each other for a long time, one of them finally seemed to remember Ying An's identity. He quickly walked to Lao Ai and whispered a few words to him.

Lao Ai suddenly understood, and his eyes were filled with disdain when he looked at Ying An.

"So it's Young Master Ying An. Where's the king? I heard that Young Master Ying An is in poor health, and even medical experts have concluded that he won't live past the age of sixteen. Young Master, please don't make things difficult for me. Step aside and wait until everything is over. Who knows, I might spare your life for the Queen Mother's sake!"

"How dare you!" Gai Nie stepped forward with a sword in hand and demanded sharply, "Queen Changxin, what do you want to do?"