“Meng Yi! Go kill Fusu for me! I don’t have a son like him!”
Inside Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng’s roar, like a dragon’s cry, echoed.
Meng Yi prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, “Your Majesty! Prince Fusu also cares deeply for Great Qin. I beg Your Majesty to show mercy; he is, after all, your son!”
“My son?” Ying Zheng sneered, “The empire I painstakingly built, he, however, listens to the advice of those corrupt Confucians, intending to split my Great Qin! He even uses their Confucian teachings to lecture me! Who is the son, and who is the father?! The burning of books is a achievement lasting for a thousand autumns! How could he understand?!”
Meng Yi prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to even breathe.
Zhao Gao, on the other hand, showed a hint of delight in the corner of his eye.
If Ying Zheng ordered Fusu to die, then the future Crown Prince could only be Hu Hai.
If Hu Hai ascended the throne, his status would undoubtedly be above ten thousand others!
However, Zhao Gao still said respectfully in a high-pitched voice, “Your Majesty, Prince Fusu must have understood the profound meaning of your book burning by now in prison.”
Ying Zheng snorted, pondered for a moment, and said, “Still writing memorials to me from prison? Can he understand? Hmph! Let’s go! Let’s see if this unfilial son has truly understood!”
“Yes!” Meng Yi was overjoyed, quickly scrambled up from the ground, and followed Ying Zheng.
The fact that Ying Zheng was still willing to visit Fusu in prison indicated that Ying Zheng had not given up on Fusu yet.
Heavenly Prison.
Ying Zheng was about to go down when he suddenly stopped and looked at Zhao Gao, who was standing beside him.
Zhao Gao’s already bowed back became even lower.
“You wait here. Lord Meng and I will go in,” Ying Zheng’s voice was deep.
Zhao Gao hurriedly said, “Your Majesty, the Heavenly Prison is an unclean place. Let this servant attend to you…”
“No need!” Ying Zheng waved his hand and led Meng Yi into the Heavenly Prison.
Zhao Gao watched Ying Zheng and Meng Yi’s retreating figures, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.
Entering the Heavenly Prison, with everyone else dismissed, only Ying Zheng and Meng Yi remained.
Before the two even reached Fusu’s cell, they heard a man’s voice from inside.
“Fusu, the First Emperor should issue an order in the next few days to send you to the frontier Great Wall to be a Superintendent, to guard the Great Wall with Meng Tian.”
“At that time, there will be three hundred thousand troops at the frontier, and the Meng Family has always supported you, which means they are tied to you. When you give the order, Meng Tian will listen to you, and the three hundred thousand troops will also listen to you.”
“You lead three hundred thousand troops directly to Xianyang, kill your way into Xianyang Palace, force the First Emperor to issue an imperial decree, and pass the throne to you!”
“At that time, you will be Qin Er Shi!”
Upon hearing this, Meng Yi felt his head explode with a buzzing sound.
“Your… Your Majesty! He… he is speaking treason…” Meng Yi felt his legs turn to jelly, fearing that his entire family was about to play a game of ‘Nine Clans Elimination’.
Ying Zheng’s face was filled with extreme anger and gloom, but he reached out to stop Meng Yi.
Although he was angry, he secretly hoped that Fusu could make his own decision.
After all, what he wanted was a successor with courage, not a tool brainwashed and exploited by Confucianism.
A true emperor must be decisive, stepping over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, rising step by step!
At this moment, inside the cell, Fusu, the elegant young master in white clothes, though slightly dirty, still hesitated.
“Sir, that is my Imperial Father after all! As a son, how can I murder my father? Moreover, as a prince, how can I usurp the throne! Furthermore, as a subject, how can I assassinate my sovereign!”
“No, no! Doing so would plunge me into a state of inhumanity and injustice!”
Hearing this, Meng Yi couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, secretly glancing at Ying Zheng, only to find Ying Zheng’s face even more terrifyingly grim.
“Did you read so much that your brain turned to mush?!”
In the dark corner of the cell, a man sat cross-legged on straw, scolding Fusu.
“What did I tell you before? This is not treason! Nor is it usurpation! You are saving Great Qin from dire straits!”
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was furious!
He kicked the nearby cell bars, letting out a dull thud.
“This audacious scoundrel! He actually says that the people of Great Qin, under my rule, are living in dire straits!” Ying Zheng was filled with immense anger, wanting to rush up, grab this traitor, and question him thoroughly, but he still held back.
“What was that sound?” Zhao Jinghong suddenly stood up, walked to the cell bars, and peered outside.
Ying Zheng quickly pulled Meng Yi to hide in a nearby cell.
Meng Yi was stunned and wanted to speak, but Ying Zheng stopped him with a look.
Zhao Jinghong looked outside, and after confirming no one was there, he finally relaxed.
In the adjacent cell, Meng Yi couldn’t help but whisper, “Your Majesty, this is a prison. You, a true dragon, how can you…”
Ying Zheng shook his head slightly, “Don’t make a sound. Let’s hear what they say.”
He was very curious about the man who spoke.
In the past few days, after careful consideration, he had indeed decided to send Fusu to the frontier to be a Superintendent, to guard the Great Wall with Meng Tian.
He had not mentioned this to anyone.
How did this person deduce it?
At this moment, Fusu’s voice slowly came, “I know everyone is cursing Imperial Father right now, but…”
“You shut up!” Zhao Jinghong showed no respect to Fusu, as if the man in front of him was not a prince of Great Qin, but a student he could scold at will.
“Great Qin was established by the First Emperor, and everything he did was for the sake of Great Qin’s empire and society!”
“In my opinion, any ‘Emperor of the Ages’ must take a backseat to Ying Zheng! He is unprecedented, unparalleled, and unmatched! Don’t be fooled by the ideas those Confucians instill in you!”
“Your father’s grand vision and strategy are beyond compare!”
Ying Zheng, in the adjacent cell, straightened his back upon hearing this.
It seems this person truly admires me.
The term ‘Emperor of the Ages’ doesn’t even do me justice; I am truly unprecedented and unparalleled!
Excellent! Excellent!
Wait a minute?
He just called me Ying Zheng?
Audacious traitor! How dare he call me by my given name!
Meng Yi, beside him, truly felt his legs turn to jelly.
These words were practically dancing on the edge of the ‘Nine Clans Elimination’ game!
Zhao Jinghong glanced at Fusu and slowly said, “Indeed! Throughout history, the First Emperor was the first to unify the world. But many times, he was also feeling his way across the river, as there was no experience from predecessors to draw upon, so making some wrong judgments was inevitable. But in my opinion, if Ying Zheng had not been born, the history of Huaxia would have been an eternal night!”
These words truly resonated with Ying Zheng.
When he unified the six states and established the Great Qin Dynasty, everything was new, a height no one had ever reached, and no one had ever established such a highly unified empire.
It was he and Li Si, among others, who spent several sleepless nights, pouring their hearts and souls into it, finally establishing the system.
Only he knew how difficult it had been.
It truly was like feeling their way across the river, learning from mistakes and drawing lessons.
And, listen!
Listen to what he said!
If I, Ying Zheng, had not been born, the history of Huaxia would have been an eternal night!
This person understands me!