Zhao Jinghong stared at Fusu and said, "Yesterday you told me that someone informed you that the Great Qin was able to unify the world because of the solid foundation accumulated from the efforts of six generations of the Qin Dynasty, which allowed it to unify the country."
"Anyone else could have done it?"
Fusu fell silent.
Many teachers had indeed said so.
He also saw it recorded as such in historical texts.
It was due to the unremitting efforts of the Qin Dynasty's ancestors that they had what they had today.
Ying Zheng's breathing beside him grew rapid.
Heh heh!
Anyone else could have unified the world?
Are my achievements something anyone can replace?
It's true that the Qin Dynasty rose from the efforts of six generations!
But, I also put in a lot of effort!
Ying Zheng really wanted to punch through the stone wall in front of him, grab Fusu, and demand to know which dog-thing said such a thing, so he could exterminate his nine generations!
No! Ten generations!
Meng Yi, standing beside him, was trembling.
He regretted it.
He shouldn't have come today!
He was now extremely envious of Zhao Gao.
If he could have stayed outside like Zhao Gao, he wouldn't have to be so anxious and fearful.
Across from him.
Zhao Jinghong sneered, staring at Fusu, "Then I can tell you clearly!"
"You are wrong! These people are all wrong! Terribly wrong!"
"No one else could have achieved the unification of the Great Qin! No one!"
"Only Qin Shi Huang! Only Ying Zheng, only this eternal emperor could unify the country!"
Ying Zheng was overjoyed at these words, almost unable to stop himself from laughing aloud.
Hahahahaha!
This child truly understands me!
He truly understands me!
How can my achievements be negated by a mere statement from these people!
How can my actions be replaced by anyone!
Fusu, standing opposite Zhao Jinghong, looked puzzled, "Teacher, since you praise my Imperial Father so highly, why do you still teach me about such rebellious matters?"
Ying Zheng also became curious.
Yes!
This child understands me so well, worships me so much, so why does he still speak of such rebellious matters?
When Zhao Jinghong heard Fusu's question, he couldn't help but scold, "You stubborn fool! Don't you remember what I said?"
"Ying Zheng is going to die! Qin Shi Huang is going to die! He will die on his next eastern tour!"
As soon as these words were uttered, a thunderclap seemed to echo in Ying Zheng's mind, his body trembled, and he almost lost his footing.
"Your Majesty!" Meng Yi's face changed drastically, and he quickly helped Ying Zheng steady himself.
Ying Zheng's face was filled with disbelief.
I'm going to die?
And I'll die on an eastern tour?
How is that possible?
And how does he know?
"Your Majesty!" Meng Yi said angrily, "This man is alarmist, attempting to incite Prince Fusu to rebellion. Please allow me to go and kill this villain!"
With that, Meng Yi was about to rush out and kill Zhao Jinghong.
"Stop!" Ying Zheng low-growled, "Come back to me!"
"Your Majesty!" Meng Yi couldn't help but exclaim.
Ying Zheng whispered, "Come back! Be quiet!"
Meng Yi, helpless, could only walk back and stand behind Ying Zheng, feeling utterly dejected.
He felt that if that person continued to speak, his own life would be in danger!
Ying Zheng now only wanted to hear what exactly was going on!
Zhao Jinghong looked at Fusu and asked, "Is your father's temper getting worse and worse, more and more irritable, wanting to kill people at the slightest provocation?"
Fusu's expression changed slightly, and he nodded slightly, "Yes!"
Zhao Jinghong sneered, "I speculate that your father's temper is not only getting worse and worse, more and more irritable, but he also can't sleep at night, suffering from insomnia and vivid dreams, with dark circles under his eyes, bluish undertones, bloodshot eyes, and frequent headaches. When the pain strikes, it's as if someone is gouging out his eye sockets with a knife, and he spends every day in extreme suffering!"
"How do you know!"
Ying Zheng almost shouted out at the same time as Fusu!
The symptoms Zhao Jinghong described were almost identical to what Ying Zheng was experiencing.
And, they were almost incurable!
This kind of suffering was almost impossible to confide to outsiders.
Moreover, as an emperor, above ten thousand people, to whom could he complain? Who could understand him?
This person knows so much, could he possibly cure these symptoms of mine?
Ying Zheng couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart.
Meng Yi was also stunned upon hearing this.
He looked at Ying Zheng, and from the emperor's expression, he could roughly guess that what that person said was true.
Could it be that the Emperor has truly been enduring such pain all this time?
As a subject and even more, a close friend, Meng Yi couldn't help but feel a surge of worry and heartache for Ying Zheng's health.
Zhao Jinghong glanced at Fusu and said in a deep voice, "That is a sign of poisoning! He is already terminally ill! It's a pity that this eternal emperor is ruined by his pursuit of immortality!"
"Are those elixirs really poisonous?" Fusu asked.
Ying Zheng and Meng Yi's hearts were also in their throats.
Ying Zheng consumed the elixirs refined by those alchemists every day.
Meng Yi also knew that Ying Zheng pursued immortality, extensively searching for alchemists to refine elixirs, and consumed them daily!
If the elixirs were truly poisonous, then...
Meng Yi dared not think further.
"Absolutely!" Zhao Jinghong told Fusu, "If you don't believe me, after you appear, find an elixir, grind it into powder, and feed it to small animals, like ants, sparrows, or poultry. These animals and insects are small, so the effects will be quick. You'll know if they die or not."
At this moment, Ying Zheng felt his head buzzing.
Could it be that those elixirs I've been taking are truly poisonous?
These alchemists are trying to harm me!
Thinking of this, a towering rage surged in Ying Zheng's heart!
Damn it!
These alchemists all deserve to die!
I am pursuing immortality, and yet they are using this to harm me!
Fusu pondered for a few seconds, then slowly said, "If that is the case, then after I go out, I will certainly try it!"
Zhao Jinghong nodded.
Fusu thought for a moment, then continued to ask, "Teacher, you said that after Imperial Father dies, he will pass the throne to Hu Hai. Why?"
Ying Zheng, hearing this, also became puzzled.
Pass the throne to Eighteen?
He had no such intention.
Although Eighteen was understanding, well-behaved, cute, and understood my thoughts, I never intended to pass the throne to him.
Since ancient times, the throne has always been passed to the eldest legitimate son.
Moreover, he had always been grooming Fusu.
Although Fusu was not up to par, Fusu was still the most suitable person to inherit the throne.
How could it possibly be passed to Eighteen?
Meng Yi, standing beside him, listened with trepidation.
Just like what they had heard when they first arrived.
Their Meng Family was indeed tied to Fusu.
Their Meng Family strongly supported Fusu and believed that Fusu was the sole heir to the throne, the legitimate successor.
If Fusu did not inherit the throne, then their Meng Family's fate would surely be tragic!
He also couldn't understand why the Emperor would pass the throne to the Eighteenth Prince, Hu Hai; it didn't make sense!
Zhao Jinghong shook his head slightly, "No! It's not passing the throne to Hu Hai. To be precise, it should be altering the imperial edict to pass the throne to Hu Hai!"
Hearing these words, Ying Zheng, Meng Yi, and Fusu were all startled!
Usurpation!
