Chapter 559 The Sky Curtain - Becoming a Master

Faced with sudden trauma, panic and confusion outweigh sadness.

Therefore, it wasn't until they saw Fusu respectfully bowing to the First Emperor of that world that the sense of loss and sorrow truly seeped into everyone's hearts.

That was neither his father nor the King of Qin of this world.

Their world is now reduced to just Fusu.

At this moment, no one cared about his origins or his affiliation. Fusu became their sole guiding light and proof of their existence.

So, what is the true meaning of the Heavenly Curtain's existence? Is it for Fusu's sake or for the sake of their world?

"Qin won without a fight."

Han Fei covered his face and sighed. Despite his many thoughts, people from various states unanimously sent letters of invitation to Qin. They wanted to meet Prince Fusu, even if he was just a young prince.

Han Fei was no exception.

"Father, may I speak with him alone?" The eldest son, who was in his prime and had a refined and scholarly air, stepped forward and asked the First Emperor for permission.

At this moment, they had already returned to the Imperial Preceptor's residence. Following the eldest son's words, everyone's gaze turned to another young man, Prince Fusu.

Even though the two have almost identical faces, no one would mistake them when they stand together, not just for their age, but also for their demeanor.

The eldest son is refined and elegant, while the seemingly indifferent and aloof Prince Fusu has a hint of ruthlessness hidden beneath his demeanor, making him more like the First Emperor.

So, when the eldest son and Fusu were face to face and alone, the eldest son looked at Fusu and smiled gently: "It seems that our experiences are very different."

Fusu slowly raised his eyes, stared at the eldest son, and said sharply and directly: "You are not like the eldest son."

“You are very perceptive,” the eldest son said with a refined smile. “I am the eldest son, but not the crown prince.”

"You're not suitable."

Even though it was their first meeting, Fusu spoke with great certainty.

The eldest son nodded frankly: "Indeed, I am not suitable. It took me more than twenty years to figure this out. Then I quickly came to terms with it. I can be a good prince, but I cannot be the heir of the Great Qin."

"Because of Gaoyao?"

“It could be said that the changes were brought about by the Imperial Advisor, but without him, I wouldn’t be suitable either,” the eldest son casually brushed aside his past confusion and helplessness, looking gently at the young man with the same face as him, like a considerate elder, “So what about you? What do you want to do?”

Fusu lowered his eyes, looking at the crystal-clear tea set on the table. In their world, this would be a top-grade treasure. But here, it was just an ordinary tea set used to greet people, something you could see everywhere.

He understood the eldest prince's words of comfort, but he gripped the Lulu sword at his waist tightly, his eyes resolute as he looked up: "I am the eldest prince of Qin, and always will be."

The eldest son hesitated, but Fusu placed the Lulu sword on the table and gently ran his fingers along the blade. "This is my father's sword, Lulu, which is also the sword of the King of Qin."

"As long as the sword remains, I am here, and the Qin Dynasty stands."

Ying Zheng drew the Lulu Sword from his waist. The sword blade gleamed with a cold light, and thirteen gold-inlaid cloud patterns flickered in and out against the sky.

His slender fingers traced the spine of the sword, his fingertips brushing against the tiny nicks from countless battles. Suddenly, he lightly tapped the jade windlass at the hilt, and a clear, resonant sound echoed through the vast expanse of heaven and earth, drawing everyone's attention.

Everyone looked at the sword. From this day forward, it was no longer just a simple sword of the King of Qin, but a symbol of the Great Qin Dynasty and the world.

Ying Zheng didn't think that much. He was just wondering what kind of situation would lead him to hand the sword to Fusu. Would it be a final act of protection, or an expression of his emotions?

Is it a good thing that Fusu is sentimental?

Compared to the other Fusu, who lived a comfortable life even without the position of heir, what about his Fusu?

At that moment, Ying Zheng suddenly had the mindset of a father who only hoped that his children would flourish like pine and cypress trees, and that none of them would fail to inherit his legacy.

"It seems the eldest son couldn't persuade you?" Gao Yao leaned lazily against the door, looking at Fusu sitting inside wiping his sword, his tone casual and nonchalant.

Before Fusu could finish speaking, he wiped his sword until it was spotless before sheathing it and looking up at Gao Yao: "You seem to have a lot of free time?"

"Haven't you heard the saying, 'If you can't lead a team, you'll just work yourself to death'?"

Fu Su understood: "So, that's how you tricked Cui Wenzi into coming back?"

"Kid, you know too much."

Gao Yao strode over to him and sat down, tapping his fingers on the table. "So, little Fusu, do you want to become my disciple?"

Under the sky, countless people gasped. This was the Grand Preceptor of the Great Qin Dynasty, the mysterious and unpredictable Grand Preceptor who single-handedly propelled the Great Qin Dynasty towards becoming the Immortal Qin!

Everyone wanted to agree on Fusu's behalf, but Fusu's expression remained remarkably calm, revealing no change in his emotions.

Such an expression made everyone in Xianyang Palace look at the King of Qin. The eldest prince's expression was exactly the same as the king's at this moment.

They really are father and son.

Ying Zheng felt it even more deeply. Was this the power of bloodline? He had never felt it from Zhao Ji before, but in these few short moments, he had been constantly drawing it from Fusu.

If before the appearance of the Heavenly Curtain, he acknowledged Fusu's identity as a "son," then now, he begins to reflect on how to be a good "father."

"Is your team short-staffed?" Fu Su asked calmly, and Gao Yao burst out laughing and collapsed on the table, showing no airs of superiority whatsoever. Fu Su didn't find anything funny about it.

"Fusu, have you ever heard the saying that girls who smile a lot... are lucky? Smile, and I'll grant your wish, how about it?"

Gao Yao looked at him teasingly, and Fu Su looked back speechlessly: "My ears are fine, you mean a girl, right?"

“That’s not important,” Gao Yao waved his hand, then suddenly leaned close to Fu Su’s eyes. “What’s important is that whatever you’re thinking about, I can help you achieve it.”

Looking at the finger pointing at his heart, Fusu calmly pressed, "Whatever what?"

"No matter what."

Gao Yao gave a firm answer, and the two looked at each other quietly for a while. Suddenly, Fusu asked, "Master, how do you want me to smile?"

"Hahaha..." Gao Yao burst into laughter instantly, "Good, I haven't mistaken this disciple of mine!"

"So, what is the eldest son's wish?"

In front of the Hall of State Affairs, someone couldn't help but ask the question.

In truth, everyone had a vague answer in their hearts, but their hearts were pounding and they dared not speak it aloud, as if they were afraid of accidentally disturbing something, and the eldest son's wish would shatter like a bubble.

Li Si turned to look into the hall. Even though he couldn't see that small figure, he felt at peace.

He reaffirmed that the existence of the eldest prince was a blessing to the Great Qin.