"Look at the princes of later dynasties. How many of them walked on thin ice under their emperor fathers, fearing every mistake, afraid that their fathers would think they were treasonous and depose them? And how many princes were as stubborn as you and directly contradicted him in the court?

"Look at those deposed princes. Do you think any of them still have the emperor's confidants protecting them? You could just drive them away, but why did you throw them into the hands of a general commanding an army of 300,000? Your father threw you to Meng Tian. Don't you really understand what that means? Do I, a descendant two thousand years later, need to tell you the significance of the Meng family to your Great Qin, and the status and importance of the Meng brothers in front of your father? Prince Fusu?"

With every word Zhou Jia spoke, Fusu's face turned paler. He stammered, not knowing what to say, and just lowered his head deeply.

"Look up!"

Seeing him like this, Ying Zheng became even angrier. Fusu looked up, but didn't dare meet Ying Zheng's gaze. Tears streamed down his face, "Father, I'm sorry..."

"You have let down not only me, but also the entire Qin Dynasty and its people!"

Ying Zheng was furious. He never thought that his eldest son, whom he valued so much, would end up committing suicide.

After shouting this, he suddenly looked much older, as if all his strength had been drained away. Looking at the kneeling Fu Xing, he bowed slightly, holding the long sword at his side to steady himself, "Fu Su, do you really think I am that kind of person?"

Kill the child.

Is he really that cruel? Even his own son believed this, and he let his most beloved eldest son do the same without asking why.

"No!" Fusu suddenly spoke out, but he didn't know how to say it. All the officials in the court were trying hard to reduce their presence.

It’s better for them not to interfere in royal affairs.

Qin's ancestors also vomited blood after hearing this.

Ying Si grew increasingly furious as he listened to Zhou Jia's words, pacing back and forth in anger. "Fusu, Fusu, it's a nice name, but this is his temper. Is he really a man of the Great Qin? A descendant of the Ying family?"

Yingji also felt uncomfortable after hearing this, "Suicide? Suicide!"

He couldn't understand. A Qin man would shed blood but not tears, and could die in battle, but how could someone commit suicide? He didn't believe it!

However, he quickly regained his composure and looked at the courtiers below and said, "Meng Tian, ​​Lord Meng, is this child a member of your Meng family?"

The people in this plane are generally young. Meng Ao was also very confused about Meng Tian, ​​who had the same surname as him. "Your Majesty, my family only has one son named Meng Wu."

Yingji thought for a moment and said, "If we go by age, Meng Tian might be your grandson, but from what Zhou Jia said, Zheng'er seems to value Meng Tian very much."

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. It would be a blessing for the child to receive the favor of His Majesty the First Emperor." Meng Ao said embarrassedly.

Bai Qi beside him patted his shoulder and laughed, "You are so lucky, kid."

The other ministers also stared at him enviously. Meng Ao smiled, "Mr. Wu'an is too kind."

But he was also a little curious. Is this child really a descendant of their Meng family?

He stared at the screen again, hoping Zhou Jia would give him an answer.

On the screen, Zhou Jia finished complaining and then said:

"However, we don't know the truth of history. We don't know whether Fusu committed suicide voluntarily or was forced to commit suicide. It's just a pity that Fusu didn't deserve such an end. I feel a little disappointed.

But sometimes I also understand Fusu. Anyone who sees the imperial edict will be convinced. That is the edict of Ying Zheng, the Ying Zheng who unified the six kingdoms. Who would have thought that someone would be so bold as to tamper with Ying Zheng's edict?

By the way, I want to use this incident with Fusu to tell all of you emperors something: If you have time, please have a good heart-to-heart with your sons, okay? The position of crown prince is inherently difficult to hold. Perhaps your crown prince has already undergone a change of heart in places you can't see. Focus on educating him, and stop focusing on managing state affairs all day. Take care of your sons, too.

Especially those emperors who have made great achievements, you should pay more attention to the psychological state of your children. Your achievements are so great that it will put a lot of pressure on the prince. If they don’t do well, don’t blame them for not doing well. Isn’t it better to encourage and educate them?

I would especially like to single out Your Majesty, Emperor Wu of Han, and Emperor Taizong of Tang. You three are truly recognized for not knowing how to educate your children, and the educational problems you all face are completely different. You are truly typical negative examples."

The three people named together: Dragon, Phoenix, and Pig: ...

Ying Zheng looked at Zhou Jia and then at Fusu. Although he was not happy to be taught a lesson, he also kept the word "education" that Zhou Jia said in mind.

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Liu Che scratched his ear ungraciously, pointed at the small screen in front of him and asked Wei Qing beside him, "What did she say? Who is she educating? Who doesn't know how to teach a child?"

It can't be him.

Wei Qing sighed silently in his heart and glanced worriedly at Liu Ju who was playing beside him. "Your Majesty, Miss Zhou Jia is talking about you."

"How is that possible? I have absolute trust in Ju'er! There will definitely not be any accidents. Is my education not good enough? Doesn't Ju'er look like a qualified prince now?"

Liu Che subconsciously refuted Wei Qing's words. Although Huo Qubing was young at heart, he was not stupid. From Zhou Jia's tone and words, he could easily infer that the relationship between Juer and His Majesty would probably not be very good in the future.

But what’s the reason?

He and Wei Qing exchanged glances in tacit understanding.

Although Liu Che's rebuttal was full of energy, he was really unsure in his heart. He knew his own temper better than anyone else. The adults in the room had different thoughts, but only the heartless child Liu Ju continued to play.

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