Chapter 96: Pretending to be sick, actually being sick [Jinjiang genuine version exclusive release, restoring treatment]...
Hearing this straightforward question, Ziying did not hesitate at all and quickly leaned forward to answer:
"Your Majesty, your words are too harsh. In terms of the relationship between ruler and subject, Your Majesty is the ruler and my father is the subject. In terms of seniority, Your Majesty is the elder brother and my father is the younger brother. No matter how you look at it, when my father defected during the attack on Zhao, causing the Qin army to suffer heavy losses and Your Majesty's wrath, it was all my father's fault."
"As a son, Ziying shouldn't have spoken of his father's faults. However, because of him, countless innocent people died. Ziying has been repenting for years and praying to the Black Bird, hoping that those innocent people implicated by his father's sins will have a happy afterlife."
"Your Majesty is not at fault. Ziying has no complaints."
Hearing the young man's slow but firm words, the First Emperor could feel that these were indeed Ying Ziying's true words.
Thinking about the few short sentences about Ziying in the "Records of the Grand Historian", Qin Shihuang could also see that his nephew's character was far superior to that of all his sons.
Ziying suffered because he was born to the wrong mother. He had certain abilities, but was born at the end of the Qin Dynasty.
He thought about the next arrangements for Ziying and said immediately:
"Ziying, I can see from your words and actions that you are different from your father. Your father betrayed me during his lifetime, switching sides in battle, resulting in the loss of tens of thousands of Qin soldiers. The sins he committed alone are unforgivable in my heart! However, considering your status as a posthumous child, I am willing to show some leniency."
"You and your mother have lived peacefully these past few years. From now on, your royal status will be restored. Study hard."
Ziying, who had never thought that he would hear words of forgiveness after entering the palace, was so shocked by these words that seemed like a dream that he didn't know what to say.
When Qin Ying heard his grandfather's words, he breathed a sigh of relief. When a person dies, the light goes out. Although Chang'an Jun is hateful, Ziying is still okay.
He took care of his widowed mother and lived a miserable life for so many years, which to a certain extent helped his father to atone for his sins.
Ziying entered the palace with trepidation, and left the palace more than a quarter of an hour later, filled with surprise and emotion. He not only brought with him a set of "Han Feizi" personally awarded to him by the emperor, but also brought two imperial doctors back to the house to see his mother.
Your Majesty, have you forgiven the descendants of Chang'an Jun?
The family of criminals in the former royal city is trying to take advantage of the situation and rise up again?
Almost only half a day had passed, and the news that Prince Ziying, the posthumous son of Chang'an Jun, was not only summoned by the Emperor in the Zhangtai Palace but also had his royal family status restored spread like a swift gust of wind throughout the entire royal city and the southwestern town.
The days are short in winter.
Not many years later, it was dark again.
In the Qingzhu Palace, where many green bamboos are planted, clusters of green bamboos are bent by the white snow.
Madam Qing, who was half-lying on the soft couch with her eyes closed, could not help but sit up from the soft couch after hearing the palace maid's report. She looked at the palace maid in disbelief and frowned and asked:
"Is this news true? Has Ziying really regained his status as a royal prince?"
"To answer Madam, it is indeed the case. This morning, His Majesty summoned Master Ziying to the Zhangtai Palace. When Master Ziying left the palace, he not only took with him the rewards His Majesty had given him, but also brought two imperial physicians back to the Chang'an Palace to treat Madam Ji."
"In the afternoon, Young Master Ziying was freed from the stigma of being a traitor and his status as a royal family member was restored."
When Ji Qing heard this, deep joy flashed across his eyes.
The former Chang'an Jun was the only son born to her aunt, and the wife of Chang'an Jun was her cousin. No matter from which perspective, her kinship with the Chang'an Jun family was very close.
Ever since Chang'an Jun's defeat, she has been worried about the orphans and widows outside the palace. Unfortunately, although she wanted to take care of them, she was unable to do anything as she lived deep in the harem with the surname Ji. She could only ask others to send some supplies to the mother and son occasionally in a roundabout way.
Now, although we don’t know what the inside story is and why His Majesty suddenly forgave the descendants of Chang’an Jun, Ji Can and Ziying, mother and son, have restored their royal family treatment and no longer have to bear the bad reputation. There is finally hope for the future.
As her cousin, she was naturally very happy.
The palace maid who was kneeling at the end of the couch and gently massaging Madam Qing's legs with two beauty hammers saw her master's joyful expression. She hesitated again and again in her heart, but could not help but look at her master and whispered:
"Madam, I heard from the people in the palace that the Eighteenth Young Master cried the whole night when His Majesty took him to the Diligent Study Palace to study. It seems that he cried for half the night and his voice became hoarse."
"Your Majesty ordered our young master to study hard for his own good, but the Eighteenth Young Master is still young and cannot yet understand Your Majesty's painstaking efforts. If he cries for just one day, it's fine. But if he cries for several days straight, won't he end up hurting himself?"
After hearing what the palace maid said, Ji Qing's heart, which was happy for Ziying and his mother, gradually became gloomy.
I get a headache whenever I think of my adopted son.
She had no children, and when she first saw Hu Hai a few years ago, she did have ambitions for this child.
As a princess of a fallen Han royal family, although she could not save her motherland, she hoped deep down that one day she could raise Hu Hai. If Hu Hai was more motivated and could defeat Fusu and take the throne, then she could work hard and the Han royal family might be able to rise again.
But... Hu Hai's character is really disappointing. He doesn't like to study and doesn't have any big ambitions. He plays around in the harem all day long. When he was favored by the emperor before, she didn't know how many messes he had cleaned up for this little bastard.
Now that Hu Hai was confined by His Majesty to study, the eldest son's lineage's position as heir was becoming increasingly secure. Ji Qing's ambitions were shrinking day by day. She really didn't want to care about Hu Hai anymore. After a while, she frowned and said:
"Hu Hai's temper is indeed naughty. Your Majesty has imprisoned him in the Palace of Diligence and Learning to correct his temper. If he doesn't study diligently in his childhood, will he become a rabble when he grows up? Let him stay there for a while, cultivate his character, and reflect on his mistakes!"
Upon hearing this, the palace maid quickly said "yes" and lowered her head, but deep down she couldn't help but sigh.
As an onlooker, she truly felt that the fate of the eighteen young masters in the palace was the worst. He lost his biological mother shortly after he was born. Although he had an adoptive mother of noble status, she did not put much effort into raising him.
Although the young prince Hu Hai had a bad temper, he was indeed good-looking. He was only six years old. How big a mistake could he have made?
After all, because he had no mother to educate him, his temperament gradually became a little crooked. If Madam Qing could plead with His Majesty to bring him back and discipline him strictly, he might be able to become as polite as the other young masters in the future.
Alas... in the end, my wife gave up on me.
The palace maid held the beauty's hammer and sighed with regret as her eyelids drooped.
In a dry side hall somewhere in the Qinxue Palace, the crying of a child was heard again.
From yesterday evening until this evening, Hu Hai had been locked up by his father in this palace filled with royal teachings from past dynasties for a whole night and a whole day.
His teacher Zhao Gao also stayed with him for a night and a day. During these twelve hours, Hu Hai could not hear what Zhao Gao read, "Instructions to Duke Xiao of Qin" and "Instructions to King Huiwen of Qin". He just cried at the top of his lungs. When he was tired of crying, he fell asleep. After waking up, he continued crying. His voice was hoarse from crying.
As Hu Hai's teacher, Zhao Gao simply comforted the little boy and then continued to read through the scrolls of bamboo slips.
The little kid cried miserably, and Zhao Gao became very annoyed when he heard it.
As a ruthless man who rushed out of the hidden palace with bloody footprints at every step, Zhao Gao had extremely lofty ambitions.
Two years ago, after he was admitted to the Zhangtai Palace as a clerk of the Shangshu, he knew that the emperor was quite fond of the youngest son. He tried his best to let the emperor see his talent and became the teacher of the eighteenth prince in order to make the emperor value him more.
He had put so much effort into so many things, both overtly and covertly, hoping to one day become a trusted confidant like Meng Yi, climbing step by step to the pinnacle of power and becoming a high-ranking official in Xianyang City! It wasn't to spend all day reading the "Royal Instructions" in this palace with the Eighteenth Prince, who was being imprisoned in disguise!
Seeing that he had not been able to benefit from the Eighteenth Young Master in the past two years and was instead implicated by him, Zhao Gao couldn't help feeling a little indifferent as he looked at the child with red and swollen eyes holding the bamboo slips in his hand.
Although Hu Hai, who was crying at the top of his lungs, could not see Zhao Gao's cold eyes through his tearful eyes, he was always an unpopular person among the doctors who taught him.
After Zhao Gao became his teacher, he treated him quite well.
Now, the two of them, one big and one small, were confined in the Qinxue Palace. Like a trapped little animal, Hu Hai instinctively climbed up from the floor, ran to Zhao Gao's side, grabbed Zhao Gao's arm with both hands, tried to widen his rotten peach-like eyes, and whimpered in a hoarse voice:
"Wuwuwuwuwu, Teacher, I don't want to be locked up in this palace, and I don't want to read that ridiculous 'Royal Instructions'. My father was assassinated outside the palace yesterday, and it had nothing to do with me. Why did he lock me up here to study after returning to the palace?"
"Wuwuwuwu, I've been so well behaved recently and haven't done anything bad! Why does Father treat me like this? It must be that little bastard Qin Ying who's saying bad things about me in front of Father again. Teacher, teacher, you're smarter than me. Wuwuwu, please help me, I want to get out..."
As Hu Hai spoke, he started crying again. He felt so wronged.
Before that little bastard Qin Ying was born, he was clearly his father's most beloved youngest son. Why did he become like this in just two years?
Not only did his father no longer dote on him, but even his adoptive mother's eyes lost their warmth when she looked at him.
Although the six-year-old Hu Hai could not speak any profound truths, he was able to keenly perceive the huge change in his situation. All the good life he had enjoyed was ruined by the little bastard Qin Ying!
He felt wronged, very wronged.
The more he thought about it, the more sad he felt. The more sad he felt, the louder his cries became. Hu Hai cried and cried until he cried out hoarsely: "Wuwuwuwu, mother, Hu Hai misses you so much, Hu Hai wants mother."
At this moment, the naughty Hu Hai covered his heart with his little hands and cried uncontrollably. He was not calling out for his adoptive mother of noble birth, but for his humble mother Hu, whose face he could not even remember.
After all, Zhao Gao was still very young and had not yet been corrupted by the power he would later gain.
Looking at the pitiful appearance of the Eighteenth Young Master who was crying breathlessly, he thought of the time when he listened to the promise made by His Majesty to the Prince of the Xiongnu in the Zhangtai Palace.
The Eighteenth Young Master, whose voice was hoarse from crying, did not know that his fate had already been decided by His Majesty himself. When the time was right, he would be sent to the grassland as a hostage.
Looking at the pretty child with red lips and white teeth in front of him, Zhao Gao took a deep breath, raised his two big hands to support the little kid's shoulders, and said in a low voice with a serious expression:
"Eighteenth Young Master, I know you feel wronged, but you must understand that the only two people you can rely on right now are His Majesty and Madam Qing."
"Even though His Majesty hasn't shown the same favor towards you as before, he is still your biological father. Even if Madam Qing doesn't love you with all her heart, she still raised you for several years. Although their attitude towards you may not be the same as before, they will definitely not take your life."
"If you really want to escape from this palace, Gao has a way."
"What method?"
Hu Hai tried hard to open his eyes which were narrowed into slits, and looked at his teacher with a solemn expression while sobbing.
Zhao Gao also silently mouthed, "Sick."
Hu Hai's eyes lit up, and he whispered, "Teacher, are you asking me to pretend to be sick?"
Zhao Gao's eyelids twitched, and he said in a very low voice, "Eighteenth Master, you are not pretending to be sick, you are really sick."
"You are only six years old now. Even if His Majesty hopes that you will study diligently and become a talented person soon, he does not want to see you die from studying. If you fall ill in this Palace of Diligence and Learning and become too weak to study, His Majesty may relent and let you return to Madam Qing to continue your life."
"Get ill?"
Hu Hai lowered his eyes, sniffed his red nose, and began to think about this solution.
He knew that if he was sick, he would have to drink those bitter medicine soups, but if he was not sick, he would have to learn countless Wang Xuns.
Looking at those scrolls of bamboo slips, Hu Hai felt annoyed and irritated. Whoever wanted to read these useless books could do so; he wouldn't read them anyway!
He took out a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped away the tears and snot on his face, then looked at his teacher and choked up:
"Teacher, how can I be sick?"
Zhao Gao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and silently said with his mouth: "Please follow me."
That night, Hu Hai slept naked without a quilt, and the charcoal brazier in the room was extinguished.
Zhao Gao, who wanted to get out as soon as possible just like Hu Hai, also stayed by the bed. In the middle of the night, he felt that Hu Hai's temperature had risen.
Knowing that Hu Hai had caught a cold, Zhao Gao did not make it public. He put his nightgown back on Hu Hai and then shook out the brocade quilt that had been kicked aside and put it on Hu Hai again.
He took off all his clothes except for his underwear and lay on the cold wooden floor.
Before I knew it, it started snowing outside the window again.
The eldest prince's mansion was extremely quiet after nightfall.
Qin Ying was lying on her rosewood bed, browsing the system mall page, occasionally adding items to the shopping cart and carefully calculating how to allocate the blind box coins in her account. Suddenly, she heard a mechanical electronic sound in her mind:
[This system has detected that in the 38th year of the Qin Shi Huang Emperor's reign, which does not exist in historical records, the capable host ingeniously presented the "Records of the Grand Historian" to the Qin Shi Huang Emperor. This not only led to the capture of many remnants of the Qin rebels, but also to a certain extent changed the fate of Ying Ziying, the last Qin King of this time and space! This further enhanced the great Qin's national destiny!]
[However, Zhang Liang's favorability hasn't increased at all, and his rebellious intentions towards the Qin imperial family remain extremely strong! Please seize the opportunity to capture Zhang Liang and work hard to improve his favorability!]
After hearing this series of mechanical electronic sounds, Qin Ying couldn't help but frown and called up the taskbar again. She saw that the progress bars of the "Conquer Empress Lü" and "Conquer Zhang Cang" tasks on the page had become [99.99 percent], and there was also [33.33 percent] under Zhang Liang's task bar, but the former was a blue positive number, and the latter was a red negative number.
Looking at the extremely conspicuous and glaring red negative number on the soft light curtain, Ying·The little fat boy couldn't help scratching his furry hair with his little hands, feeling a little annoyed. Zhang Liang was really difficult to deal with. To be honest, looking at the current situation, he had Han Xin, the military genius, Xiang Yu was also thrown into jail, and the common people gradually accepted the Qin Empire. Old Liu didn't have to worry, he didn't even want to bother with Zhang Liang, the anti-Qin Saint Seiya!
But when he thought about the failure of the mission and the loss of many blind box coins, the fat boy felt a little sorry for the balance in his system account.
After thinking for a while, Qin Ying decided that there must be destruction before construction. In the next two days, he would look for an opportunity to tear apart Zhang Liang's false "Zhang Huai" facade!
If the favorability can be reversed, then reverse it. If it can't be reversed, then let Zhang Liang stay in prison and plan the anti-Qin plan with Xiang Yu!
Having made up his mind, the little fellow yawned, closed the system page, rolled up in his quilt, and fell into a sound sleep.
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