"However, you'd better think carefully about how to teach him military strategy and governance... Don't let your nephew become like you, a stubborn and unyielding person."

The wicked husband, mocked by him, retorted sullenly, "Damn it, brother. What we call Machiavellianism, how did it become being a tough nut to crack?"

"However... I really look forward to seeing the country unified as soon as possible. When the throne is passed to the crown prince, you and I, brothers, will naturally travel together to see the great achievements we have made!"

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, his expression revealing a hint of undisguised joy. "Yes, I also look forward to seeing this beautiful land gradually established, so that future generations will no longer be afflicted by war... With offspring, we must seize the opportunity even more."

A gentle night breeze blew, and the stars twinkled outside the palace, reflecting the thoughts of the two.

Ying Zheng reached out and gently stroked the brightly lit palace wall, and said in a low voice, "Don't be too anxious. You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. Soon... soon... everything will become a reality."

The wicked man nodded in agreement, then suddenly remembered something else, "Your Majesty, do you still remember the 'Essentials of Battle Formations' that I compiled a few days ago? If the future crown prince wants to study military strategy, it will be perfect for him to read it first..."

"You should have prepared earlier!" Ying Zheng couldn't help but chuckle, lightly tapping his wicked husband's shoulder with his fingertips. "I'm really 'envious' of you. Why don't you just prepare all these military strategies and policies for governing the country, and stuff them into his head as soon as the little guy is born?"

The wicked husband was at a loss for words and could only purse his lips.

Ying Zheng, with a mischievous smile, strode into the main hall, the lights and night blending behind him.

Within their silent understanding lies both the brotherhood forged in bloodshed and boundless hope for the future of the Qin Dynasty.