Ying Zheng's decision caught everyone off guard.

After hearing the bad news, Li Si and Zhao Gao almost vomited blood.

The puppet prince whom they had worked so hard to support was suddenly exiled to the border.

Overnight, all their planning, arrangements and hard work were wasted.

Fusu felt complicated when he received the news.

It's not sympathy, but regret.

He hadn't had the chance to teach this "good brother" who murdered his brother a lesson, but he didn't expect that he would get away with it in the blink of an eye.

Can we just let this grudge go like this?

no!

How about putting on a sack during these two nights?

Fusu hesitated for only a moment before decisively putting his plan into action, without any trace of his previous indecision or soft-heartedness.

Apparently, under his brother's guidance, he has successfully upgraded from white flour steamed buns to sesame dumplings.

The night before Hu Hai left, it was a dark and windy night, the perfect time for murder and arson.

In a hidden corner of the palace, two whispering voices were heard.

"Mars Stone, Spring Festival, Lord Changping, Shennong's Order... everything is interconnected, full of murderous intent."

"If it weren't for my father's trust in you, grass would have grown on your grave."

"Xiao Mu, you won't be soft-hearted this time, right?"

"If no one offends me, I will not offend anyone. If it were not for my brother's plea for me, I am afraid that the border would be the place where my bones would be buried."

"Since he is so cruel, I don't need to care about brotherhood."

"Very good, like father like son, Xiaomu, now you have your father's decisive and ruthless style."

"Brother, help me hold him down later. I want to take revenge myself."

"It's a small matter."

A moment later.

Hu Hai came out of Zhangtai Palace with his head down. When he passed a dark corner, a shadow fell over his head.

Before he could react, fists rained down on him like raindrops, knocking him dizzy and making him wail.

"Mmmmm--Stop it, do you know who I am?"

"I'm beating up a little jerk like you!"

"Help...Help...There's an assassin...Help!"

"You scream! No one will come to save you even if you scream at the top of your lungs!"

The satisfying revenge lasted for a quarter of an hour. Only when the man in the sack was dying did the two murderers walk away with a smirk.

A biting cold wind blew by, and the "sack" shivered.

On the other side, Zhangtai Palace.

When Ying Zheng heard the report from the Shadow Secret Guard, he immediately frowned and looked angry.

"What nonsense!"

"Your Majesty, calm down."

"...Go and help them clean up their tails."

"Also, please ask a royal physician to treat us so as not to delay our departure tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Shadow Guard took the order and retreated. He happened to pass by Ying Zhao and Fusu and couldn't help but give them a look of admiration.

Fusu's heart skipped a beat and a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.

But Ying Zhao acted as if nothing had happened, still walking forward with a smile and making jokes.

"Father looks much better now! I hope he will live forever, as long as the heavens."

"You're such a smooth talker, are you cheating on me?"

"Father, your son..."

"Your Majesty, this is unfair! Xiaomu and I are both good kids. How could we do anything bad?"

Fusu looked at his brother who was pretending to be pitiful and obedient, and he suddenly understood.

"Father, I can tolerate others plotting against me, but I will never tolerate others sowing discord between us."

"You know, I have admired and respected you since I was young..."

Ying Zheng looked at the two little brats who were playing the victim, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

If the Shadow Secret Guard hadn't just reported it, he would have really been fooled by them.

He waved his hand helplessly, signaling the two to stop acting.

"That's the end of the matter."

"You should get down to business instead of just sitting around doing nothing all day."

"Father, I have been very busy these days."

Ying Zhao pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, then returned to his serious tone.

"The Jinyiwei has received intelligence that the Shennong Order is related to the Luowang and Qinglong Projects."

(The Jinyiwei belonged to the Longjia Army. As an intelligence assassination organization, they had made great contributions in the Qin-Zhao War. Since the disappearance of Wu'an Jun Chu Zhao, they have been hiding in the dark and laying intelligence networks in various places.)

"Brother, what is the Azure Dragon Project?"

"It's just a fantasy of a group of people forming an anti-Qin alliance."

"They want to overthrow our Great Qin?!"

Fusu exclaimed in shock, his face looking extremely ugly, and he finally realized the danger lurking in the dark corners of the empire.

It turns out that their target is not just him.

Perhaps, after dealing with him, the next one will be... my father.

Ying Zheng noticed his eldest son's worry, but remained calm and just sneered contemptuously.

"Oh, wanting to destroy the Great Qin is just wishful thinking!"

Fusu looked up at the majestic figure and felt a little relieved, but still a little worried.

"The chess game has been played, and I'm afraid we are now in the middle of it."

Hearing this, Ying Zhao suddenly laughed, put his arm around the young man in white's shoulders, and asked in a mysterious tone.

"Xiao Mu, do you know what I am best at?"

"I don't know..."

Fusu shook his head blankly.

He knew that his brother was proficient in both civil and military strategies, but when it came to what he was best at, it was difficult to compare them right away.

But Ying Zheng curled his lips slightly, and understood.

More than ten years have passed, and this child really hasn't changed at all.

Ying Zhao smiled complacently and didn't keep the secret any longer.

"Of course... flipping the chessboard."

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