Chapter 27 Zhao Zheng surprised everyone! "Your Majesty has never seen that Zhao Zheng, why are you suddenly so interested in him?" "There must be a reason for this." "After this, you must find out clearly." Huayang whispered to Mi Chen. "Yes." Mi Chen nodded immediately. This matter is indeed too strange. Zhao Zheng had been held hostage in Handan and had never been to Xianyang, but the king was obsessed with Zhao Zheng and wanted to see him even before he died. If there was no reason, it would naturally be impossible. In the palace! The commander of the imperial guards, Ren Chuan, led the way personally. Behind them are Zhao Zheng and his mother.
"Sir, the king can't hold on for much longer." "Please speed up, sir." Ren Chuan said to Zhao Zhengdao with an anxious look on his face. "Does Great-Grandfather Wang really want to...?" Zhao Zheng's expression also changed slightly. Although he didn't know why he caught the eye of his great-grandfather the king, Zhao Zheng was grateful to him. The reason he was able to return from Zhao State and stay away from the place that had humiliated him was all because of Yingji's imperial edict. If there had not been this imperial edict, he might still be trapped in Handan, and it would be unknown how long it would take for him to return to Qin, or even be forgotten. After all, he and his mother were orphans and widows, with no one to rely on. "The king's life span is drawing to an end." "I just want to see you before I die." Ren Chuan said immediately. "it is good." Zhao Zheng did not dare to delay and quickened his pace to follow Ren Chuan. Zhao Ji didn't say anything, but quickened her pace, her eyes full of longing for the palace. soon. Ren Chuan led Zhao Zheng and his mother to the outside of Zhangtai Palace. "Start the memorial, Your Majesty." "Bring Master Zheng and his mother here." Ren Chuan's voice reached the palace. Ying Ji, who was lying on the bed, was about to speak, but seeing his weak appearance, Ying Zhu immediately shouted, "Come in, come in quickly."
"Please invite Master Zheng and his wife into the palace for an audience." Ren Chuan bowed and pointed to the Zhangtai Palace. "Thank you." Zhao Zheng thanked him and strode into the hall. Zhao Ji was a little nervous, but seeing her son's firm steps, she immediately followed. After all, she was just an ordinary woman, without the distinguished family background of those aristocratic women. Now that many dignitaries of the Qin Dynasty had gathered in the Zhangtai Palace, it would be a lie if she said she was not panicking. It’s Zhao Zheng. No fear at all. After two years of personal instruction from Qin Ying, he became even more powerful than the original Qin Shi Huang, with more temperament and inner strength, which could be seen in his calm performance. As Zhao Zheng walked into the hall. Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Zheng. Over seven years old. Just a child. However, facing the gazes of dozens of ministers, Zhao Zheng was not at all timid. He looked frankly and strode towards the bed. See this. Almost all the ministers gathered in the hall were shocked. "Is this the young master Zhao Zheng who is being held hostage in Zhao?" "In Handan, how could he be so calm and composed?" "All the important civil and military officials of our Great Qin are here, and yet a child of his age is not afraid at all." “It’s really strange.” "As a hostage in Handan, this Master Zheng turned out to be so outstanding, and behaved so calmly and confidently." "And he has an indescribable noble air about him." "As expected, the king has issued an edict to bring him back, and he wants to meet him right now..." Seeing Zhao Zheng calmly walking into the Zhangtai Palace, without looking around and with a composed expression, the ministers were naturally surprised by his demeanor. If this came from a prince of the royal family in Xianyang, perhaps they would not be so surprised. After all, as a prince of the royal family, he must be taught by famous teachers since childhood and must understand all kinds of etiquette. Temperament is even more important. However, a prince of the royal family needs to be at least in his teens. Of course. How old is Zhao Zhengcai at this moment? Less than eight years old. Outstanding temperament. And he exudes a kind of confidence.
“Is this my grandson?” “It does look extraordinary.” "You are worthy of being the man of destiny as described by my father, and worthy of being the man predicted by our ancestor." Ying Zhu stared at Zhao Zheng, secretly delighted in his heart. "Zheng'er, you have really grown up." "The temperament is so outstanding." As the biological father, Ying Zichu was looking at Zhao Zheng in a daze at this moment. This was completely different from what he had imagined about Zhao Zheng in his heart. Proton! These two words make the land of hostage-taking in another country full of humiliation. Low status. Just make sure the proton doesn't die. After all, Ying Zichu was originally a hostage. If it were not for the appearance of Lu Buwei and his funding, Ying Zichu would not even have the company of Zhao Ji, let alone the fine clothes and delicious food. Come when he wants to. At this moment, Zhao Zheng should be humble and unconfident. But Zhao Zheng's performance this time was that he held his head high and his chest puffed out, with perfect manners and an air of confidence and nobility. So this surprised Ying Zichu. "This son." "How could this be?" Huayang and Mi Chen looked at each other. There was a look of surprise in their eyes. They found that Zhao Zheng had indeed exceeded their expectations. They were shocked by her temperament and confidence alone. Thinking of Cheng Jiao, whom they had painstakingly cultivated, he was now just a child and could not be compared with Zhao Zheng at all. "I hope the king won't say anything nonsense." "Otherwise, it will be difficult to have another opportunity in the future." Huayang was secretly looking forward to it in his heart. She has big ambitions. Or rather, extremely ambitious. Her former grandmother, Mi Yue, this is the person she longs for.
of course. The moment Zhao Zheng entered the palace. Yingji struggled to turn his head and look at the great-grandson he had been thinking about. "really." "Sure enough, it looks exactly like the little kid in my dream." "It is indeed the person predicted by the ancestor." "future." "The Qin Empire will be unified under the leadership of my great-grandson." "The world... belongs to the Qin Dynasty." Yingji stared at Zhao Zheng with excitement in his old eyes. Everyone was surprised by Zhao Zheng's performance, except Yingji who remained very calm. Because in his dream, he seemed to have already seen Zhao Zheng's calmness and confidence, as well as his kingly aura. The Prophecy of the Ancestors. A man of destiny. Destiny King. Now that he had seen it with his own eyes, Yingji was not disappointed after all. "Great-grandson Zhao Zheng, pays homage to great-grandfather Wang." Zhao Zheng came to the bed, knelt down and kowtowed. now. What Zhao Zheng performed was not the etiquette between a monarch and his subjects, but the etiquette between a younger generation. The Chinese ethnic group has always placed filial piety first since ancient times. After meeting Yingji. Zhao Zheng looked at Ying Zhu again and bowed: "Greetings, Grandfather." "well." Ying Zhu's eyes became more and more satisfied as he looked at it. "Meet my father." Zhao Zheng bowed to Ying Zichu again. "Zheng'er."
Ying Zichu murmured in a low voice, with a hint of guilt in his eyes. This time! Yingji moved on the bed. …… PS: Please read my article, recommend it, and give me your monthly votes. I would be very grateful. (End of this chapter)