If it were that child, how would he respond?

No, if it were him, he would never have fallen into such a passive situation.

He always made him feel at ease.

“Power is poison, and if the container is cracked, the poison will spread.”

"Perhaps the poison has already begun to spread, and you are just a victim."

"Your Majesty is wise, and I am grateful!"

Seeing that his father trusted him, Fusu was immediately delighted and quickly bowed to express his gratitude.

"Stand up."

Ying Zheng looked at his eldest son who was still kneeling on the ground, and an inexplicable emotion flashed across his eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

"You're tired from the journey, go down and have a good rest first."

"Prepare carefully for the upcoming Spring Festival."

"Thank you, Father!"

Fusu turned and retreated. When he was about to leave Zhangtai Palace, he heard the emperor's cold and majestic voice of instruction from behind.

"Don't let me down this time."

He paused, his eyes full of determination.

Next, with Fusu's intensive preparations, the Spring Festival is about to arrive.

On the field, all the officials stood on both sides, listening attentively.

As the solemn knocking of bronze ritual vessels rang out, Fusu stood in front of the altar holding the imperial edict and began to preside over the sacrifice.

"The majestic Heaven establishes our people..."

The young man recited the eulogy in a gentle and serious voice, and the atmosphere in the venue was solemn and dignified.

The emperor, dressed in a black and gold dragon robe, stood in the center of the altar, holding the Emperor's Sword. His sharp phoenix eyes looked through the crown and stared quietly at his eldest son, his eyes deep and complex.

Soon, Fusu finished reciting the sacrificial speech.

The palace ladies brought water from the Wei River, and the drummers beat the drums. The drum sounds were dull and loud, and the atmosphere became more solemn.

The emperor walked step by step to the altar, picked up a piece of white jade, held it in both hands, and began to offer sacrifices.

"Heaven and Earth, bless our Great Qin!"

"thump!"

The white jade was thrown into the Wei River. Fusu held up the water cup and glanced sideways to signal to the officials.

"drink!"

Everyone present raised their cups and drank the water from the Wei River, and the emperor threw another piece of jade into the Wei River.

After drinking it, Fusu suddenly felt dizzy and noticed something was wrong with his body. He immediately thought that something was wrong.

Another time and space.

Ying Zhao, who had just ascended the throne, was reviewing memorials at his desk when he suddenly felt dizzy and felt an inexplicable pulling sensation in his body and soul.

He put down his brush and rubbed his temples.

In a trance, I seemed to see a familiar tall figure.

Just at this moment, a lively and playful girl's voice came from afar.

"Brother, stop reviewing your crappy memorials every day and come out and have some fun!"

"Wait, brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother! Come and see, why has my body become transparent? Is he going to ascend to become an immortal?"

"The power of time, space, and cause and effect... Not good!"

Before the three could react, a flash of white light passed by, and they disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only the unfinished memorials.

Meanwhile, somewhere.

The mysterious man in black robe and black face let out a sound of surprise.

"Why are there two more?"

"Forget it, buy one get two free, the Emperor Qin won't lose out."