Chapter 566 Awakening
How long have I been asleep? Has everyone gone crazy?
Hearing the familiar voice and seeing their eldest son awaken, blinking his clear eyes as he looked at them, everyone couldn't help but burst into tears.
Nobody said the Qin people were made of water, right?
Fusu shrank closer to Ying Zheng, looking at the many old ministers who were shedding tears at the scene, a trace of confusion and fear flashed in his eyes.
Ying Zheng stretched out his large hand, partially blocking Fusu's view, and gave the crowd a warning look, "You all step back first."
"only."
The crowd echoed in unison, taking one last, reluctant look at Fusu before slowly retreating. Once outside the Hall of State Affairs, they instantly reverted to their elite demeanor, and without needing further instructions from the King of Qin, they gathered in small groups to discuss matters to be handled after the celestial curtain disappeared.
[They're finally gone. Thankfully, my mute father is still normal. How long have I been asleep?]
Holding the warm little body in his arms, Ying Zheng listened to Fusu's heartfelt words, lifted his little face, and looked carefully into his eyes, "Don't you remember?"
"What?" Fusu looked up in confusion.
"It's nothing." Since Fusu didn't remember, Ying Zheng didn't want to bring it up further.
However, Fusu was clearly very dissatisfied with this.
[Damn it, why did someone only say half of what they were saying! What was it? Just say it!]
Fusu's little hand gripped Ying Zheng's collar tightly. "Father, speak!"
Ying Zheng met Fusu's curious gaze. Thinking back to the moment the sky disappeared, Fusu woke up, and the imperial physician found nothing wrong, Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He then made up a story in a serious tone: "Just now you insisted on looking up at the sun, which irritated your eyes and caused them to water. Did you forget?"
"I?"
Fusu looked shocked, slapping his face with his two little hands, questioning the meaning of life.
【Huh? Sunrise viewing? Am I that particular? How come I don't remember this at all? Is my memory that bad...?】
"eat."
Without giving Fusu time to think further, Ying Zheng took out a health-strengthening pill and put it in Fusu's mouth, which Fusu swallowed instinctively.
What is this...sweet...it feels so familiar...is it a sugar pill?
Although the imperial physician's examination showed no problems with Fusu, Ying Zheng was still uneasy. It wasn't until he had Fusu take the health-enhancing pill obtained from the heavens and saw his rosy cheeks—though it was highly likely the pills were watery—that Ying Zheng nodded slightly in satisfaction.
A box of health-enhancing pills could be used as sugar pills for Fusu.
Ying Zheng pondered seriously, not thinking there was anything wrong with his idea. The Heavenly Curtain was there for Fusu, so it would be reasonable for him to use the Body Strengthening Pill as a sugar pill.
Who would dare to ask a little kid for snacks?
Even if others had the nerve to ask, he would never give it to them.
"Your Majesty, General Meng requests an audience."
"pass."
Soon, Meng Ao strode in, his crisp steps and powerful voice leaving Fusu stunned.
"Your subject Meng Ao pays his respects to Your Majesty and to the eldest son."
[Oh no... Could General Meng be experiencing a final burst of energy before his death?!]
With a radiant face, Meng Ao showed no sign of being offended by Fusu's heartfelt words, and said loudly, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty and the eldest son. I have fully recovered and can fight for Qin for another ten years!"
"The general's safety is a blessing for the Great Qin."
"ah?"
Fusu couldn't help but voice his question. Meng Ao stepped forward, looked at Fusu gently, and tried to soften his voice to tell him, "Don't worry, Young Master, I'm really alright."
Fusu's gaze lingered on Meng Ao's face for a long time before he finally confirmed that Meng Ao was truly alright.
[No, which miracle doctor cured this? A miracle doctor! Father, quickly find someone!]
Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, who was so excited he almost jumped out of his arms, and who had gone to recruit the divine physician for him but had no idea that he was the divine physician. He was touched and patted Fusu's head.
Even without his memories, Fusu still cared about recruiting talent for the Qin Dynasty.
Meng Ao had obviously thought of this as well. His gaze towards Fusu was so tender it was almost dripping with affection, which made Fusu stiffen. Embarrassed, he buried his head in Ying Zheng's shoulder and refused to look up.
[This is terrifying! General Meng treats me like a father figure, even more so than my mute father. Is this appropriate? Given his age, could he be trying to become my grandfather? Does my mute father agree to this?]
Meng Ao: "..."
Ying Zheng: "..."
Meng Ao looked at Ying Zheng, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. He didn't mean it that way. "Your Majesty, do you believe me?"
Ying Zheng believed him and waved his hand, saying, "Now that General Meng has recovered, he shall take full charge of the defense of Xianyang."
Meng Ao felt a weight on his shoulders. The influence of the sky was immense. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Xianyang was about to enter a period of great upheaval.
He's such a perfectly fine old man... Your Majesty, do you really have no intention of retaliating?
Ying Zheng remained silent, and Meng Ao could only agree, though his steps as he turned to leave were somewhat heavy.
What are you doing?
Fusu, whose face was suddenly pinched and turned around by Ying Zheng, stared blankly at Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng stared intently at his reflection in Fu Su's dark, jade-like pupils. Was his gaze still not gentle? No... Father?
"Who am I?" Ying Zheng suddenly asked.
Fusu tentatively reached out her small hand and touched his forehead. [He doesn't have a fever...]
"The King of Qin?"
Ying Zheng pursed his lips and remained silent, but Fu Su could still see his displeasure and couldn't help but frown.
[What's the riddle? "I, the lonely one, croak croak croak, a toad?"]
Just as Fusu was about to speak, Ying Zheng pinched his small mouth shut, "Never mind, I... don't want to hear it."
[Very good, even the mute father has gone mad.]
Ignoring Fusu's inner turmoil—since he hadn't said it aloud—Ying Zheng, somewhat uncomfortable, maintained a cold expression, his emotions unreadable. Avoiding Fusu's probing gaze, he pulled him back into his arms, his hand shielding Fusu's view.
"Go to sleep."
"I just woke up."
[Sleep, sleep, sleep... I must have slept too much to have a bad memory. Who needs that much sleep? Do you think I'm still a... little kid... Zzz...]
Ying Zheng removed his hand, and sure enough, the little dumpling who had been chattering in his mind about not wanting to sleep just a second ago had now closed its eyes, slightly opened the corners of its mouth, tilted its head and leaned on his shoulder, sleeping soundly.
Looking at Fusu's appearance, Ying Zheng couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
Gently placing him on the bed and covering him with the blanket, Ying Zheng poked Fusu's little face, feeling the warmth of his fingertips. From Fusu's bleeding coma to the appearance and disappearance of the sky, only now did Ying Zheng's heart finally relax.
Children should act like children; let him handle things like saving the Qin Dynasty.
He was the King of Qin, and also Fusu's father.
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