Chapter 94: Summoned to the Palace [Jinjiang Authentic Edition - Ji Can]...
As the "king of a fallen country" of the Qin Dynasty, there is no clear record of Ying Ziying's life experience in history books.
When reading history books in his previous life, Qin Ying saw many people speculating that "Ziying" might be Fusu's son, but he did not think so.
There is no other reason. His grandfather died at the age of 49, and his stupid father should have died in his thirties. Ziying, as the last emperor, was able to advise Hu Hai to be a good Qin II after Hu Hai usurped the throne, and killed Zhao Gao with thunder and lightning after Hu Hai's death. Ziying was too young at the time, probably in his early thirties, which is similar in age to his stupid father. It is unlikely that they are father and son.
If it is the bloodline left by Chang'an Jun, although it is a bit surprising, it can be explained.
Because Ziying was a descendant of Chang'an Jun, nominally the nephew of his great-grandfather and the cousin of Hu Hai, when Hu Hai usurped the throne and used cruel, stupid and brutal means to massacre the royal family, Ziying, as a branch of the family, escaped.
When his grandfather and Hu Hai were alive, Ziying had no chance of inheriting the throne because he was the descendant of a traitor. However, the royal family was killed by Hu Hai, and Hu Hai had no descendants. As the son of Chang'an Jun, Ziying was also a descendant of King Zhuangxiang. People in the royal family would not hold on to his identity as the son of a traitor, but would help him ascend to the throne.
Um……
The little chubby boy touched his chubby little chin and lowered his eyes to ponder this possibility.
Seeing the thoughtful expression on the little prince's face, wet nurse Qiu, who was standing nearby, could not help but whispered,
"Your Highness."
Hearing the voice of wet nurse Qiu, Qin Ying came to her senses and immediately led her men towards Zhangtai Palace.
As soon as he entered the inner hall of Zhangtai Palace, he saw his grandfather standing by the glass window with his hands behind his back. The fat boy immediately ran over and shouted in a baby voice:
"Grandfather! Grandfather~"
The First Emperor, feeling mixed emotions, heard a baby voice behind him. He turned around and saw his beloved grandson running towards him happily like a chubby little tiger cub.
The bright smile on the little baby's face was like a little sun with warm and bright light, dispelling the haze in his heart.
The tall emperor bent down slightly and used his long arms to pick up the little fat boy who ran into his arms.
Qin Ying saw that the dark circles under his grandfather's eyes were even more serious than Meng Yi's. He pretended not to notice and put his two short arms around his grandfather's neck, cheering excitedly:
"Grandfather is truly amazing! His subordinates are all capable and loyal ministers!"
"As soon as Ying woke up this morning, she heard Xuanniao tell her grandson that Grandfather, relying on his foresight into the future, sent Meng Yi to successfully capture a group of anti-Qin remnants, greatly changing the fate of the Qin Empire and extending its life by another fifty years!"
"Yeah?"
Hearing the little fat boy's warm and straightforward baby voice, His Majesty the Emperor, whose heart was filled with gloomy negative emotions - he was wrong, he didn't know how to raise his children - somehow a smile appeared in his tone.
The little fat boy Ying, who was in his grandfather's arms, nodded his head frantically like a chicken pecking at rice. The ending of the Qin Empire made countless later generations sigh with regret, not to mention his grandfather, the builder of that huge empire!
He knew that his grandfather must have not slept all night last night, and he also knew that his grandfather must be feeling very uncomfortable. No amount of words of comfort could be as straightforward as the clear statement of "extending your life by fifty years."
Not to mention anything else, just with his grandfather's good body, as long as he doesn't take "health products" indiscriminately, it will not be a problem for him to live another fifty years in good health.
Holding the chubby and soft little guy in his arms and looking at the little guy's confident and bright smile, the countless negative emotions in Qin Shi Huang's heart disappeared like the receding tide.
He touched the black tiger-head hat on his grandson's head with his big hand, and there was a gleam in the depths of his narrow and long phoenix eyes - it doesn't matter if his children are disabled, his grandson is still very outstanding!
His eldest grandson, Qin Ying, not only shares his thoughts, but is also his political confidant. When Ying grows up, he will eventually realize his ambitions and help him bring the Qin Dynasty to a more prosperous stage. Even if he does not find the way to immortality and eventually meets his ancestors, he will not be ashamed or feel guilty.
Seeing that his grandfather's complexion was getting better and better, and the aura he exuded was no longer so intimidating, Qin Ying couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then, like a spoiled child, she complained to her grandfather:
"Grandfather, you have no idea how stupid I am. This morning, I asked Ying why I had returned to the palace to imprison Eighteenth Uncle yesterday. Ying then told me and my mother about the Hu who destroyed the Qin Dynasty. I was so frightened that my face turned pale, my lips trembled, and I couldn't even utter a complete sentence."
"Mother was so frightened that she was in a trance. Ying was infected and she couldn't even enjoy her breakfast. She was very hungry."
Upon hearing this, the First Emperor subconsciously lowered his head to look at his grandson's belly. After seeing the slightly bulging belly, he fell silent. Qin Ying followed his grandfather's gaze to look at his own belly. Oh no, after seeing Hu Hai and Zhao Gao imprisoned in disguise by his grandfather, and hearing that Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu were also arrested by his grandfather, he happily ate three small bowls of fish porridge this morning!
He hurriedly took a deep breath to shrink his bulging belly, looked at his grandfather and continued:
"Grandfather, I think I can still accompany you to have another delicious breakfast with porridge, vegetables, goat's milk, and steamed buns."
After a deep silence, the light in the Emperor's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he said with a smile:
"Ying just needs to accompany Grandfather for breakfast, no need to eat anymore."
Qin Ying smiled and nodded when he heard this, but he couldn't help but sigh. He was not trying to be stubborn, he really felt that he could have another meal. The fish porridge was gone after a run around the bathroom.
Although he is only two years old, every inch of his body is not grown in vain. As a toddler, he can feed himself a nutritious diet with a mix of vegetables without anyone coaxing him.
After all, this era is too old, and in the era when medical technology is underdeveloped, he firmly believes in one thing - the physical resistance of a chubby child is many times stronger than that of a skinny child!
Seeing that His Majesty the Emperor had not had a drop of water or a grain of rice since returning to the palace yesterday at noon, he finally washed up and went to the restaurant to have breakfast after the arrival of the Emperor's eldest grandson this morning. The palace servants in Zhangtai Palace also breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, a panic-inducing cough was heard in a slightly dilapidated mansion in the royal city.
"Cough cough cough cough."
"Cough cough cough."
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, a thin middle-aged woman with sunken cheeks was lying on the edge of the bed, coughing heart-wrenchingly into the spittoon below.
A young man, dressed in a thin, washed-out winter robe, walked slowly towards her, holding a bowl of hot soup. Upon seeing the woman cough, his face turned pale with horror. He quickly placed the bowl of soup on the table to the side, rushed over, patted the woman's back with his right hand, and said in a choked voice, "What are you doing?"
"Mother, please hold on. I will go find my aunt right now. Even if I die, I will go to the Zhangtai Palace to ask His Majesty to see me and ask for the imperial physician to treat you."
The woman coughed even louder upon hearing this. She used her bony right hand to tightly grasp her son's bony wrist until she broke out in a cold sweat. When she had recovered from the coughing, she turned over and lay back on the wooden bed, holding her son's wrist tightly, and said with a hoarse, bitter smile:
"Ziying, mother is fine, please sit down."
Upon hearing this, Ziying looked at his mother's haggard face and finally knelt down beside the bed with tears in his eyes.
The Chang'an Palace, which was once huge and bustling, has now become extremely dilapidated.
In the three-story mansion, there were only two servants besides the mother and son.
The frail middle-aged woman lying on the bed looked bitterly at the huge beams above her head covered with spider webs and dust.
Perhaps she felt that she could not survive this, and the experiences of the past thirty years flashed through her mind like a kaleidoscope.
At that time, she was a beautiful lady from the Han royal family in Xinzheng City, named Ji Can. However, her life was not as "glorious" as her name.
In the seventh year of King Zheng of Qin, the weather was fine and the fifteen-year-old girl came to Xianyang from Xinzheng with a feeling of timidity and expectation. Under the arrangement of Queen Mother Xia Ji, she married the seventeen-year-old Chang'an Jun Chengjiao, the youngest son whom King Zhuangxiang loved very much during his lifetime.
Unfortunately, the good times only lasted for a year before things took a turn for the worse.
The following year, the eighteen-year-old Chang'an Jun led a large army to attack the State of Zhao on the order of the King of Qin. However, he betrayed the king on the way, turned to the enemy and rebelled. In the end, he was defeated and died tragically in Tunliu.
When the news reached Xianyang City, the whole city was shocked, and the king was furious!
Not only did he behead all of Chang'an Jun's subordinates, but he also moved all the people in Chang'an Jun's fiefdom to Lintao.
The Han faction in the capital was wiped out overnight. Dead bodies were everywhere in the huge Chang'an Palace. The brown floor tiles were dyed deep red, and the strong smell of blood could not be dissipated for seven days.
Years later, when she closed her eyes and recalled those painful and tragic days, she couldn't help but tremble with fear.
As the wife of Lord Chang'an, she was originally to be executed, but unexpectedly, her child came before the punishment.
How ridiculous! After Chang'an Jun's tragic death, his wife, who stayed in the royal city, became pregnant.
Under the earnest persuasion of Princess Ying Kui and the weeping of Queen Mother Xia Ji, the king showed mercy and pardoned her and the child in her womb.
However, before she could see her child being born, Queen Mother Xia Ji died of illness.
I thought that after so many years, she would have let it go, but when I thought about the great changes in these years, Ji Can still cried uncontrollably.
She tilted her head and looked at her son who was kneeling quietly beside the bed, her eyes blurred with tears.
The eighth year of Qin Shi Huang's reign was not only a turning point in her life, but also a terrible nightmare.
In the ninth year, after she gave birth to her lover's posthumous child, she regretted it countless times. If she had married King Zheng of Qin under the arrangement of Queen Mother Xia Ji, even though her status was not as noble as her cousin Ji Qing, would she not have ended up in such a miserable end?
She had only lived with Chang'an Jun for a year, and now she was so sick that she could hardly even remember Chang'an Jun's face.
Her son Ziying was only two years younger than the eldest son Fusu. If her beloved had not plotted treason back then, Ziying would not be in such an embarrassing position today. He would be the son of a traitor, living in the royal city but living worse than an ordinary commoner.
Her Ziying was clearly the eldest son of the Chang'an Lord, and had extremely noble blood flowing in his body. Even though he was not as good as the princes and princesses in the palace, if her lover was still alive, Ziying would have become a person of extremely high status in the Qin royal family. He was the nephew of Qin Shi Huang Zheng and the nephew of Qin Shi Huang. It would have been fine if his own life was like a pile of mud, but why did her Ziying have to be trapped in this muddy and dilapidated mansion, unable to see tomorrow?
Ziying gently pulled away his mother's wrist, skillfully cleaned his mother's spittoon, grabbed a handful of snow and washed his hands. When he returned to the bedside with hot soup, he saw his mother's tearful and desperate expression, and realized that his mother was grieving for the past again.
The thin boy didn't say much, but just knelt silently beside the bed and fed his mother hot soup with a spoon every day for ten years.
His slender and thin right hand was covered with not only calluses but also scars, some of which were caused by knife cuts and some by burns.
He was sensible enough when he was old enough to talk, and he heard about the tragic past from the old servant who served him and his mother.
Although he, Ying Ziying, was the only nephew of Qin Shi Huang, he was also the only flesh and blood of the rebel Chang'an Jun.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. There is nothing to resent, and nothing to be unhappy about.
There was a huge gap between his mother's two lives, and even today she still couldn't let go of some of them. But he had never enjoyed a good day in Chang'an Junfu. He had been living this kind of life since he was born - living a bad life, dying - unable to die, and he had long since let it go. Now that the emperor's uncle was able to show leniency and did not imprison them, take away Chang'an Junfu, and treat them as air, he was very grateful.
However, Ziying also felt indescribable pain in his heart.
He had never seen his biological father. He missed him when he was young, but he no longer missed him. However, he couldn't bear to leave his mother. Even though his mother was sick and had a weak temper, she was the only one he had, and he wanted her to stay with him more.
In the simple bedroom, with its thin quilt and shabby windows, the mother and son, each one more silent and depressed than the other, suddenly heard a voice that sounded like the sound of nature.
"Madam, Madam, Young Master, Young Master."
"His Majesty has sent someone to the palace to summon the young master to the palace to meet him!!!"
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