Then he looked at his son: "But you must promise your father that you will study reading diligently with the Grand Tutor tomorrow."

"Yes!" Xiao Fusu nodded vigorously.

The wicked husband watched from the side, shaking his head in disbelief.

Well, this father and son are really in cahoots. They're not here to check on the class; they're clearly here to help this kid out!

But on second thought, it's not a bad thing for the child to learn about military affairs from a young age.

After all, he is the one who will inherit the throne in the future, so he must not follow the old path recorded in the Records of the Grand Historian, which ended in suicide.

Thinking this through, the wicked man stopped hesitating: "Alright then. Your Highness, listen carefully. Back then, the six states waged war..."

Ying Zheng smiled, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Behind them, the husband's vivid narration and the son's innocent questions rose and fell, creating a rather amusing scene.

This scene reminded him of when he first returned to Qin. Back then, wasn't he also asking his teacher these probing questions?

"Your Majesty," Zhao Gao greeted him, "the Minister of the Imperial Treasury requests an audience, saying he has important matters to discuss with you."

"Hmm." Ying Zheng glanced at the courtyard one last time, a rare hint of gentleness appearing on his face. "Let's go."

In the courtyard behind them, the wicked man was speaking with great enthusiasm: "Back then, those soldiers from the six kingdoms, relying on their numbers, rushed over in a swarm."

"I'm not bragging, but with their fancy moves and ineffective techniques, you're just handing them free food..."

"Grand Commandant, and then what?" Little Fusu listened intently.

"And then..." the wicked husband smiled mysteriously, "that's when things get interesting..."