"Chen Xuan, they can't see you!" Ying Zheng looked at Chen Xuan in surprise, poking him with his fingers from time to time.
Chen Xuan lay there lazily, letting little Ying Zheng's fingers poke at him, and occasionally he would move his belly, looking particularly comfortable.
"I'm a divine beast, one of a kind in the world. How can anyone see me?" Chen Xuan propped up his head with his front paws and looked at Ying Zheng, who was full of admiration. "By the way, why don't you go and accompany your mother? Is everything alright?"
"It's nothing. Mother won't be harmed in Zhao State. On the contrary, if I follow her, she might get hurt." Ying Zheng still had an admiring look on his face, and his curiosity did not diminish at all.
After all, he is just an eight-year-old child.
Chen Xuan looked at the excited child helplessly, and could not connect him with the future Ancestral Dragon.
"Sir, Madam asks you to come over." A strong male voice was heard outside the carriage, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves and rolling ruts, which seemed particularly reassuring.
"Wait a moment, I'll go right away." Ying Zheng put away his playful thoughts, reached out and lifted Chen Xuan onto his head, then lifted the tent and got off the carriage.
There was already a person kneeling under the carriage as a footstool, and Ying Zheng stepped lightly on the man's back to get off the carriage.
Chen Xuan took a glance and sighed slightly in his heart about the evil of the slave society, but he did not take any other action, nor did he instill the idea of equality for all into Ying Zheng. After all, he did not need it and could not have it.
Chen Xuan was bouncing on Ying Zheng's head, looking at the surrounding scenery. The sky was not the so-called azure blue, but rather a withered yellow. The surrounding trees were not flourishing, but rather scattered. The fields that should have been full of vitality seemed particularly withered.
“Ga-ga-ga…”
Waves of crows' caws rang out, and Chen Xuan seemed to see traces of blood left on the crows' mouths. His intuition told him that it was human blood, the blood of a dead person!
Is this a battlefield? Was there a battle not long ago?
Chen Xuan fell into deep thought. After all, he was just an employee. Although he had made up his mind to assist Ying Zheng, what else could he do? Following the course of history, he would definitely not lose!
"Mother."
When Ying Zheng bowed his head to salute, Chen Xuan woke up from his thoughts. Looking at Zhao Ji, who had a different taste in front of him, Chen Xuan just felt bored, especially when he knew what happened afterwards, he felt a little disgusted.
Ying Zheng seemed to have sensed something and reached out to touch Chen Xuan's dragon body, as if wanting to calm him down.
"What's wrong, Zheng'er?" Zhao Ji hugged Ying Zheng in her arms again. Chen Xuan felt a strong fragrance filling his nostrils. He quickly flew up and hovered over Ying Zheng's head.
Zhao Ji sniffed Ying Zheng's hair, smiled, and stroked him, coaxing him gently, "Alright, alright. I know you love cleanliness the most. We'll be entering Qin in one day. When we get home, we'll give you a good wash."
Ying Zheng looked up at Chen Xuan, his expression softening as he replied, "Is Mother afraid? With the methods left by Grandfather and Father, Mother will definitely be able to return safely!"
Zhao Ji's face darkened, and she said angrily, "Were those methods reserved for me? They were meant to protect you and bring you back! No matter what they do, they won't dare to touch me. Zheng'er, you are the one who needs to return safely. Otherwise, I really don't know how I'll survive..."
As Zhao Ji spoke, she started to cry again, which frightened Ying Zheng so much that he hurried to comfort her. As he was coaxing her, Ying Zheng's eyes turned red and he looked like he was about to cry.
"Don't cry, I'm here. Zheng, you are the person I have my eyes on. There is no other person like you in the world. Don't cry. If you cry, you will embarrass me." Although Chen Xuan was surprised that the relationship between mother and son was so good, he still scolded Ying Zheng who was about to cry.
Ying Zheng felt Chen Xuan's body, sniffed, and slowly patted Zhao Ji's back, comforting her with a nasal voice: "Mother, don't cry. After lunch, we still have to continue our journey!"
Zhao Ji cried for a while before letting go of Ying Zheng. With red eyes, she took the porcelain bowl handed to her by the maid waiting beside her and began to eat in small bites.
Ying Zheng also took the porcelain bowl beside him and ate the minced meat in it in small mouthfuls, smiling at Chen Xuan from time to time.
Chen Xuan silently returned a smile, and the majestic and terrifying dragon head looked a little funny.
“Ga-ga-ga…”
Waves of crow caws could be heard, and one crow after another circled in the sky. Although they did not dare to land, the caws still made people irritated.
"roar--!"
Chen Xuan didn't know why he just wanted to roar like this, and the crows in the sky seemed to have their throats removed, and instantly flew away in panic.
Chen Xuan lowered his head and looked at Ying Zheng. He thought the child would be frightened, but he raised his head and looked upwards. There was a shit-white spot on his dark hair, and his clear eyes were filled with anger.
So, is this the wrath of the emperor? Or does every true emperor have a real dragon lingering around him?
Chen Xuan seemed to understand what the Dragon Might written on the bone meant. However, he wondered if he would have to roar when he activated it next time? That was too embarrassing!
Chen Xuan complained a bit, finally attracting Ying Zheng, who was looking up at the sky. The eight-year-old child didn't hear Chen Xuan's roar. He just looked at Chen Xuan excitedly, and there were countless words in his mouth that he wanted to say to him.
"Did you see it? That's your power. Boy Zheng, you must remember that when the emperor is angry, corpses will float everywhere. You must learn to control your emotions!" Chen Xuan landed on Ying Zheng's head, and his four dragon claws gently rubbed Ying Zheng's hair.
Ying Zheng nodded excitedly, which amused Zhao Ji, who had been looking at him. The sadness that had remained just now suddenly faded a little.
Note:
After King Zhaoxiang of Qin died, his son Ying Zhu (Prince Anguo, also known as King Xiaowen of Qin) did not succeed him, but he retained most of the power of Qin. Qin Shihuang's father, Ying Zichu, became a prince of Qin. During this year, Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng, protected by Zhao Ji's family, escaped capture by the State of Zhao. That same year, Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng were welcomed back to Qin.
Qin Shi Huang ascended the throne at the age of thirteen. His father Zichu reigned for three years and observed another year of mourning. (I don't know whether Zichu observed a year of mourning, but Ying Zhu observed a year of mourning before ascending the throne, so it should be the same for Zichu as his son.) Ying Zhu observed a year of mourning and reigned for three days, so it is counted as one year.
To sum up, it was five years since Ying Zheng ascended the throne, so he was about eight to nine years old when he left Handan, Zhao State, and eight years old is used here.
There is also a saying that when King Zhuangxiang of Qin (Ying Zichu) ascended the throne, King Xiaowen of Zhao personally returned Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng to Qin. This article adopts the statement that they escaped.
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