Chapter 595 Request
What is it like to be face to face with yourself?
If you asked the people in Zhangtai Palace this question, they might think it's similar to looking in a mirror.
But Li Mu, Meng Yi, and others who were actually rehearsing and talking to "themselves" knew very well that it was different, completely different.
Looking in the mirror, they see another version of themselves that is exactly the same. But as the conversation goes on, they can clearly feel that the person they are being indulged in is the same as the person sitting opposite them, but that person is profound while they are insignificant.
The more we talked, the deeper our understanding became, like a trickle of water suddenly rushing into the ocean, leaving not a single splash.
So I was so weak, and yet "I" am so strong?
If the Yeti challenge was about confronting their own weaknesses, then this interview is about laying them bare, allowing them to see themselves more clearly in the sunlight.
I am far from being "me", but one day I can become "me"!
This reflects the Qin people's self-awareness and self-confidence.
...
The content of the interview was not shown on the screen, but the moment everyone walked out of the training field, their visible maturity and growth made it clear to everyone that this so-called "interview" must have profound meaning.
so……
"Should we let others try it too?"
Fusu looked at Ying Zheng, his expression revealing undisguised interest.
Ying Zheng saw through it, but still nodded, "Indeed, the ministers have petitioned."
"Father, what is your opinion?" Fusu asked tentatively.
"If it benefits Qin, what's wrong with it?"
Seeing that Ying Zheng agreed, Fusu's lips curled up, making no attempt to hide his delight: "Alright then, none of us came for nothing, let's have a face-to-face meeting! Father..."
The eldest son, with "malicious intentions," looked at His Majesty the First Emperor and asked, "Why don't you try it first?"
Ying Zheng nodded. Just as he had said before, what's wrong with anything that benefits the Qin Dynasty?
Fusu's smile deepened, and without a moment's hesitation, he waved his hand, and the illusion unfolded before Ying Zheng's eyes.
"Father, I believe in you!"
"..." Ying Zheng was silent for a moment. This kid really couldn't wait to see him make a fool of himself. The eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, he showed his emotions so openly. Couldn't he... at least try to hide it?
The First Emperor, who didn't feel like he had picked something up high and put it down gently, looked up calmly and found a familiar scene in front of him.
Is this what the interview is like?
Emperor Qin Shi Huang, who had a feeling that something was amiss with him, said nothing and calmly observed everything before him.
Under the deep starry sky, two tall figures, one in black and one in white, stood with their backs to him by the fence, gazing into the distance.
"Grand Preceptor, can the might of Great Qin resound throughout the Three Thousand Realms?"
"That is indeed my wish, but I dare not ask you."
His Majesty the First Emperor raised an eyebrow slightly, so his interview was one-on-two?
He didn't have to wait long before the two people in front of him turned around and looked back. They were Ying Zheng and Gao Yao from another world.
It's a very strange feeling.
It's really hard to describe the feeling of actually facing another version of yourself.
But the First Emperor was never someone easily understood. So neither of them changed their expressions, simply staring at each other quietly. This made Gao Yao, standing to the side, seem overly "lively," his undisguised expression of watching the spectacle drawing attention.
So, was Fusu led astray by Gao Yao?
Ying, who never blames his children, is good at shirking responsibility, and is an old father, understood the situation perfectly. His gaze, slightly tilted towards Gao Yao, carried a hint of disdain.
Gao Yao: "Perhaps, His Majesty would be willing to sit down and have a chat?"
Ying Zheng nodded and, without standing on ceremony, calmly sat down opposite the two after Gao Yao turned the Star-Picking Pavilion into a tea room.
A cup of light tea, its surface rippling slightly, was placed in front of Ying Zheng. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Gao Yao, who was smiling at him.
"Your Majesty, is there anything you wish to ask?"
Ying Zheng's gaze swept over "himself" and Gao Yao opposite him. He was the Emperor of Qin, and he believed that his fate was in his own hands, so he didn't need to ask any more questions. But... Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, staring at the tea leaf bobbing and floating in the tea, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you think of Fusu?"
Gao Yao raised an eyebrow slightly: "Fusu is naturally my chief disciple."
Ying Zheng gently rubbed his fingers against the teacup, remaining silent as he looked at "himself" on the other side.
Qin Shi Huang calmly met his gaze and made a straightforward promise: "If he is willing, he will be the crown prince of Qin."
Ying Zheng slightly curled the corners of his lips, making no attempt to hide his pride and self-satisfaction. Then, he gave the two men a deep look: "Qin is my responsibility. If one day... Fusu will no longer need to live for Qin. I entrust Fusu to you two."
"Just for Fusu?"
"Only for Fusu."
Ying Zheng's attitude was absolutely firm; he was the Emperor of Qin. Therefore, he had to shoulder the responsibility for the rise and fall of Qin. However, he was also Fusu's father, and Fusu had already sacrificed a great deal for Qin. He could neither bear nor want Fusu to share his fate.
When Qin rises, Fusu will rise; when Qin falls, Fusu will live on.
Ying Zheng looked over calmly; this was not his weakness, but his request.
...
"Father, how are you feeling?"
Ying Zheng opened his eyes and met Fusu's excited and curious gaze. He was momentarily dazed, but quickly regained his composure and unceremoniously pushed Fusu's head away, saying, "You have no manners whatsoever as the eldest son."
“Hey, it’s not like it’s been like this for the first time,” Fusu said nonchalantly, holding onto Ying Zheng’s outstretched hands and looking at him expectantly. “So, what’s the situation?”
Ying Zheng choked, a familiar heart attack struck, and all his sorrow vanished.
He didn't directly answer Fusu's question, but instead asked, "You don't know what the meeting was about?"
Fusu's gaze flickered for a moment, then he chuckled dryly and whispered, "How could I not know... It's just that when I was looking through the system's contents earlier, I found some familiar character information, so I used it here to help everyone reconcile with themselves..."
Ying Zheng understood. So his interview had indeed gone wrong, or perhaps Gao Yao had deliberately set it up, knowing Fusu's personality and anticipating this step to ignite the conversation.
The more Ying Zheng thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He wanted to drag Gao Yao out and ask Fusu who Fusu saved when they both fell into the water.
However, seeing the curious yet affectionate look in Fusu's eyes, Ying Zheng felt reassured; his son must have saved him!
"Let's go see how the others are doing."
Ying Zheng stood up and strode forward, while Fusu looked bewildered, not understanding how the topic had suddenly jumped to this point.
"No... why are you looking at other people? Father, you haven't answered me yet... wait, how do you know the others went in?"
"Because I know what kind of person you are."
"What kind of person does Father think I am?"
"They love to watch the drama unfold."
"I call this being efficient and not procrastinating! Father, can't you be a little more tactful?"
"Isn't that tactful enough?"
"Where is the subtlety?"
"Oh, you must have learned that from me. Isn't that how you usually talk?"
"Am I being really being honest?"
"Yes, to be honest..."
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